"Senpaku, I am Sakamoto. What brings you here?"

She is also looking for someone.

Her goal is likely the same as mine.

Kamuro Masumi remained silent, but deeper within her purple eyes surged even more complex emotions.

She looked at the silver-haired, purple-eyed girl opposite her, whose calm demeanor bordered on indifference.

She was too quiet, too quiet to be enjoying her coffee time.

Her gaze was sharp and focused, following Sakamoto as he entered.

Who is she?

Why are you also so interested in Sakamoto?

What is her purpose?

The two locked eyes, and a silent tension called "suspicion" filled the air.

They didn't know each other, nor did they know which class the other came from.

But at this moment, an unspoken understanding began to grow in the silence—the other person was definitely not there simply for coffee. Their goals were likely aligned.

But should we expose it?

Hiyori Shiina lowered her eyes slightly.

There's no need. It's perfectly normal for someone to be curious and follow someone as suave and mysterious as Sakamoto.

Exposing the other party's true intentions will only alert them and may even reveal your own.

Masumi Kamuro also pursed her lips.

She also didn't want to complicate things. There were too many mysteries surrounding Sakamoto; perhaps having another observer could offer a different perspective?

After a brief silence, Masumi Kamuro took a deep breath and broke the deadlock.

She slightly raised her head, her purple eyes looking at Shiina Hiyori, her voice carrying a deliberately maintained calm:

"Hello, my name is Kamuro Masumi, and I'm in Class 1-A."

She proactively gave her name and class, her demeanor open and honest, yet carrying a subtle hint of probing.

Shiina Hiyori slightly raised her purple eyes to meet Kamuro's gaze.

The other party took the initiative to speak.

Class A? Sakamoto's classmate?

Why would a student in Class A, who could see Sakamoto in his own class, bother to follow him all the way here?

This doesn't make sense.

Unless, there is some special relationship between her and Sakamoto?

Or does she have another purpose?

Shiina Hiyori nodded slightly, her posture elegant, her voice soft and ethereal:

"Shiina Hiyori, Class C, Year 1".

Class C?!

Kamuro Masumi's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Class C, the Class C that's in the same class as Ryu Yuanxiang?

That Ryuen, just yesterday afternoon he conspired with Sakayanagi, threatening to deal with Sakamoto and crush Ryuen of Class A.

A strong sense of doubt instantly welled up in Kamuro's mind.

Is this Shiina Hiyori a spy sent by Ryuen?

Her sharp purple eyes scrutinized the silver-haired girl before her.

His calm gaze certainly didn't resemble that of an ordinary student.

Longyuan sent a girl as a spy? That doesn't seem to make much sense.

Would a guy like Long Yuan trust a girl who looks so "frail"?

Or does she have another identity?

Hiyori Shiina keenly caught the fleeting suspicion in Kamuro's eyes.

It seems that the students in Class A don't have a good impression of Class C.

Masumi Kamuro reacted so strongly upon hearing she was in Class C. Was she wary of Ryuen?

Or is he just being wary of himself?

The two fell into silence again.

But this silence was even more somber than before, filled with an invisible tension and probing.

at this time--

A familiar figure appeared again in the direction of the coffee shop's front desk.

Sakamoto had taken off his black apron as a waiter and put on a simple and neat cashier uniform—a dark vest with a white shirt and a burgundy bow tie at the collar.

This outfit did not conceal his temperament at all; on the contrary, it accentuated his upright posture and smooth shoulder and back lines, making him look like a front desk manager of a high-end hotel, exuding a professional yet understated elegance.

He walked steadily to the cashier and stood there, smoothly adjusting his bow tie as he calmly surveyed the coffee shop.

Hiyori Shiina and Masumi Kamuro were instantly drawn to it.

As Kamuro Masumi watched Sakamoto's figure standing behind the cashier, her heart began to race uncontrollably.

He's changed his clothes. Shall we go order now?

Go straight over?

What to say?

"Sakamoto-san, I'd like a latte?"

Is it too deliberate? Will he recognize me?

He should remember that time at the convenience store, right?

Kamuro unconsciously tightened the hem of his clothes, a hint of hesitation and indescribable tension flashing in his purple eyes.

However, just as Kamuroku was still struggling internally and hesitating—

Hiyori Shiina, who was sitting opposite her, stood up without hesitation!

Her long silver hair traced a smooth arc as she moved.

Her purple eyes were calm, and her demeanor was composed, as if she were simply doing something perfectly natural.

She didn't even glance at Kamuro, and strode straight toward the cashier.

The target is clear—Sakamoto!

Kamuro Masumi stared at Shiina Hiyori's unwavering, even somewhat self-assured, back view, her pupils dilating instantly.

An indescribable emotion suddenly welled up in my heart.

What does that feel like?

Were you surprised by the other party's decisiveness?

Is it regret for one's own hesitation?

Or is it a feeling of resentment at being beaten to it?

She watched Shiina Hiyori walk straight towards Sakamoto's back, and saw Sakamoto seem to sense someone approaching, slightly raising his eyes, his gaze behind his black-rimmed glasses calmly meeting Shiina's...

First-Year Enrollment: Chapter 027: Sakamoto's Field Investigation

"Sakamoto-kun, what a coincidence."

Shiina Hiyori's voice was soft and ethereal, like a feather brushing past, yet it possessed a peculiar penetrating power, clearly reaching Sakamoto's ears.

Sakamoto slightly raised his eyes, his gaze calmly landing on Shiina Hiyori behind his black-rimmed glasses.

He recognized her—the quiet, focused silver-haired girl in the library, the "book lover" who adored mystery novels.

"Shiina-san."

Sakamoto nodded slightly, his posture elegant, his voice clear and calm.

Good afternoon. Is there anything you need?

His response was natural and appropriate, as if he were simply greeting an ordinary customer.

Shiina Hiyori's purple eyes flickered slightly as her gaze swept over the menu board above the cashier, without much hesitation:

"A cup of black coffee, extra sugar. Thank you."

Her voice remained soft, then she changed the subject, her gaze calmly meeting Sakamoto's eyes behind his glasses:

"Also, please provide me with a condensed excerpt from 'The Maltese Falcon,' if your store has it."

"The Maltese Falcon," a hard-boiled classic by Dashiel Hammett, is filled with cold, hard dialogue and complex intrigue.

She was testing Sakamoto's reaction.

Sakamoto's eyes behind his glasses seemed to flicker slightly. He didn't directly answer whether there were any book excerpts, but instead smoothly operated the order screen, his voice remaining steady:

"One cup of black coffee, confirmed. As for 'The Maltese Falcon'..."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the curtains of the kitchen.

"The 'eagle' that Detective Spade is chasing is essentially a phantom of greed. The truth, like the bitter base of black coffee, reveals its true flavor when left unadorned. Shiina, perhaps this 'concentrate' is already in the cup."

A faint glint flashed in the depths of Shiina Hiyori's purple eyes.

Sakamoto's reaction was indeed interesting.

This keenness and wit far surpasses that of ordinary people.

She nodded slightly, not pressing for details, but instead posed a more direct question:

"Sakamoto-kun, you're not working here for personal points, are you?"

Her gaze was calm yet sharp, as if trying to pierce through Sakamoto's elegant and composed facade.

Sakamoto didn't shy away at all; as he sent the order information to the kitchen, he answered frankly:

"Personal points? That's not the point. I just want to conduct an on-site investigation."

He leaned forward slightly, his body close to the cashier's counter, his voice lowered, carrying a candidness akin to sharing a secret, yet crystal clear:

"This school is surrounded by shops and has its own system. Only by participating in it can one understand its internal logic."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the bustling students in the coffee shop.

“Observation is the first step in understanding the rules. Shiina, you must know this well.”

Sakamoto pointed out her "observation" behavior, with a hint of unspoken understanding.

His demeanor was open and honest, yet it made him all the more unfathomable.

Shiina Hiwa's purple eyes narrowed slightly.

On-site investigation? Understanding the logic?

Sakamoto's purpose was indeed not simple! He was studying the school's "rules" themselves!

Before she could ask another question, Sakamoto turned slightly to the side, his gaze passing over her shoulder and looking towards a spot not far behind her.

"Shiina, your black coffee will be served shortly. Now, could you please move aside? There are other customers behind us."

His posture remained elegant, but the sense of dismissal was clearly discernible.

Shiina Hiyori understood instantly. Sakamoto had already provided enough information and revealed her intentions.

Pressuring for more information will only make you seem nagging and increase your resentment.

Her purple eyes were calm and still, and she nodded slightly.

"Understood. Sorry to bother you, Sakamoto-kun."

After saying that, she didn't linger. She turned and left the cashier, her steps still composed, as if the sharp exchange just now was nothing more than ordering a meal.