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

The entire classroom was completely silent. There were no gasps, no commotion.

The elites of Class A, after learning the rules of the S system, have developed a strong sense of discipline.

Once the preparatory bell rings, any behavior that disrupts classroom order may pose unnecessary risks.

Just then, the homeroom teacher, Tomoya Majima, walked into the classroom as the bell rang.

He was robust, his teacher's uniform crisp, and his hawk-like gaze habitually swept over this territory that carried the highest expectations—preparing to face any possible slackness or commotion that might arise in the new day.

However, the scene before him made him pause slightly.

The classroom was completely silent! All forty students, including Sakamoto who had just taken his seat, sat upright, their eyes fixed intently on the podium.

A very subtle hint of surprise flashed across Majima's eyes.

In just one day... the speed at which this group of elites adapted was truly remarkable.

His sharp gaze unconsciously swept over Sakamoto by the window, then over Sakayanagi Arisu leaning against the wall, and the weight of certain names on the list of those he was "paying special attention to" seemed to increase.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, cleared his throat, and regained his teacherly authority:

"Class begins now."

His voice was deep and powerful.

The first class was English. Mashima's explanations were clear and rigorous, and his handwriting on the blackboard was strong and powerful.

The students in the audience listened attentively, their notes rustling, and the Q&A session was lively and well-organized.

Sakamoto sat by the window, his gaze fixed intently on the blackboard, occasionally glancing down to quickly jot down notes in his notebook. His posture was upright, and his expression was calm and undisturbed.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Mashima announced the end of get out of class, closed his lesson plan, and turned to leave.

"Wow--"

Almost simultaneously, Sakamoto's window seat was instantly surrounded by a huge crowd! In stark contrast to the quietness of the classroom, a surge of suppressed enthusiasm that had lasted all class period burst forth.

"Sakamoto-kun! You're amazing!"

Masayoshi Hashimoto was the first to squeeze to the front of the table, his face beaming with a bright smile and his eyes brimming with excitement.

"Your 'paper airplane' and 'points for information' tips yesterday were absolutely brilliant! If it weren't for you, we would never have thought of asking the older students about 'class points'! I was in charge of observing, and it was all thanks to your idea!"

The other students chimed in, their gazes towards Sakamoto filled with amazement and curiosity.

Just then, a figure nimbly pushed through the crowd and stood in front of Sakamoto's table.

Her shoulder-length purple hair was tied into two playful braids, her pale purple eyes sparkled with an unusual light, and a peculiar smile played on her lips. She was Morishita Ai.

"Hey, Sakamoto!"

She spoke directly, her voice clear and crisp, carrying an undeniable frankness.

"What's your full name? Sakamoto?"

Sakamoto looked up, his gaze calmly meeting hers behind his black-rimmed glasses. He nodded slightly, his posture elegant, his voice clear and even, preparing to answer:

"My name is Sakamoto..."

However, just as he opened his mouth, someone at the back of the classroom accidentally knocked over a stack of books with a loud crash! The books scattered all over the floor, attracting the attention of most people and just enough to drown out the rest of Sakamoto's words.

The smile on Morishita Ran's face froze instantly, then turned into a dark line. Her brows furrowed, and her pale purple eyes stared intently at Sakamoto, as if trying to see right through him.

I didn't hear you! I didn't catch the crucial name!

This unexpected event made her extremely unhappy, but Sakamoto's calm and composed expression, as if nothing had happened, only fueled the unusual curiosity and interest in her eyes.

Not everyone joined the blockade.

Sakayanagi Arisu remained quietly seated against the wall, her gaze calmly sweeping over the crowded Sakamoto seats. The playful smile on her lips remained unchanged, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

Kohei Katsuragi sat in the front row, his imposing frame motionless, his brow slightly furrowed, his sharp gaze sweeping over Sakamoto and then over the frenzied crowd. He disliked this atmosphere of personality cult.

Kamuro Masumi leaned back in her chair, her purple eyes gazing out the window, seemingly indifferent to the commotion in front of her.

On the right side of the classroom, a plain-looking, unremarkable boy named Totsuka Yahiko pursed his lips and muttered something under his breath:

"Pretending to be something you're not...using someone else's name to make a big deal out of nothing."

At the center of the storm, Sakamoto remained completely unmoved by Hashimoto's excitement, Morishita Ai's persistence, and the barrage of questions from his classmates.

He calmly adjusted his cuffs with a smooth and elegant movement, then slightly raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Dear students,"

His voice was clear and steady, with a peculiar penetrating power that instantly drowned out the surrounding noise.

"Yesterday was merely my response to the situation. The glory of Class A lies in your own wisdom and action, not in relying on any one person to guide you."

He bowed slightly, his posture respectful yet composed.

"All I can do is provide a stepping stone. The road ahead is long, and we will need you all to walk hand in hand."

The students gathered around the table, including Morishita Ai who looked exasperated, all fell silent, impressed by her composure and magnanimity.

Sakamoto, this elegant and mysterious classmate, once again left an unforgettable impression on the second day of school in his own unique way.

First Year Enrollment: Chapter 010: Sakamoto Being Targeted

The midday sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows into the spacious No. 1 cafeteria of Gaodu Yucheng High School.

The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, and the students' laughter and the clinking of tableware created a vibrant background soundscape.

In the heart of this bustling area, near the best vantage point by the viewing window, sat two striking second-year students.

Nan Yunya leaned back in her chair with a relaxed posture. Her neat short blonde hair shone with an almost platinum luster in the sunlight, with a few strands of hair falling casually in front of her full forehead.

He was handsome, with a high nose bridge, and his eyes held a hint of nonchalant sharpness, like a lazy cheetah.

He was absentmindedly poking at the delicate pasta on his plate with his fork, clearly not paying attention to the food.

Sitting opposite him was Asahina Nazuna, whose long, smooth brown hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. A striking sunflower-shaped hair clip made of gold petals and green leaves adorned her hair, adding a touch of playfulness and vitality to her gentle temperament.

With a slightly helpless smile, she glanced at the almost untouched lunch in front of Nan Yunya.

"Nagum, are we having lunch?"

She drew out her words, tapping the table lightly with her fingertip; the sunflower hair clip swayed slightly with her movement.

"You're so distracted, the food on your plate is almost cold. Wasting food isn't the kind of example a vice president should set, Ya."

Nan Yunya then turned her gaze away from the cafeteria entrance, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips:

"Qi, food is just a supplement for energy; the mission is the main course."

He picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped his mouth, a hint of barely perceptible impatience in his movements.

"Besides, you know very well that there aren't many things that can 'interest' me these days."

"Oh?"

Asahina Nazuna raised an eyebrow, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Besides making Horikita-senpai your target and thinking day after day about how to 'invite' him down from his throne?"

"That is the inevitable end."

Nan Yunya readily admitted it, a sharp glint in her eyes.

"But that doesn't mean we can't find new fun on the way to the finish line. Especially..."

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke with the interest of someone who had discovered new prey.

"When interesting obstacles or... interesting fellow travelers appear on this road."

He ignored Asahina Nagisa's knowing expression and turned his sharp gaze back to the bustling crowd at the entrance. He wasn't there just for lunch, of course.

As the "uncrowned king" who effectively controls the entire second year, his intelligence network has long since infiltrated every corner of the school.

Yesterday, the minor "disturbance" that occurred on the first day of school for first graders had already been distilled into a clear report and delivered to him: the new students in Class A of the first grade dared to directly enter the senior grade area after the opening ceremony, attempting to probe the core mechanism of "class points";

After being firmly shut down by the upperclassmen, someone actually suggested using their precious personal points to buy the information—a boldness and mindset that is far beyond what ordinary freshmen possess.

Nan Yunya saw through the key point almost immediately.

There must be a clear-headed, influential figure behind this, who knows how to utilize the rules.

He immediately issued an order: allowing the second-year student who possessed the intelligence to sell the core information about the class points system to Class A of the first year at an "outrageously low" price.

The price was so low it was practically free. Rather than a transaction, it was more like a bait thrown out by Nan Yunya, or a silent invitation to the "instigator".

"What bad idea are you planning?"

Asahina Nazuna was all too familiar with that look in his eyes; it was the excitement of a chess player discovering a new piece.

"Selling important intelligence at such a low price isn't like you. Are you cultivating an adversary?"

"It's just to make the game a little more fun."

Nan Yunya chuckled softly, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table, her gaze sweeping across the group of new students like a precise searchlight.

"A guy who can guide the whole class to take such a bold step on the very first day of school... if he's just an ordinary person, then that bit of information can be considered a 'welcome gift' for the new students. But if..."

He paused, his tone tinged with anticipation.

"If it's an interesting 'seedling,' wouldn't it be fun to water it beforehand and see how tall it can grow? After all, apart from Horikita-senpai, this school hasn't had an opponent that I'm really interested in 'competing' with for a long time."

His second-year students also provided a key clue: yesterday morning, shortly after the opening ceremony, a black-haired boy with black-rimmed glasses and a calm demeanor was indeed seen wandering and observing in the senior students' teaching area. His behavior revealed a focus and purpose that was different from that of ordinary freshmen.

Although the other party left before the preparatory bell rang, their deliberately low-key yet undeniable presence left an impression on the witnesses.

Using her authority as the student council vice president, Nan Yunya easily accessed the freshman's information—Sakamoto, Class 1-A. His academic record was unremarkable; all his indicators hovered around the average level of Class 1-A, with no particularly outstanding records, like a drop of water perfectly blending into the ocean.

However, Nagumo Ya scoffed at this "perfect average".

A file can be embellished, but the insight and courage to drive the entire class to action and to challenge unknown rules cannot be measured by the cold letters and numbers on the file.

"So, are you sure that freshman named 'Sakamoto' is the person you're looking for?"

Following his gaze, Asahina Nazuna saw groups of ordinary first-year students wearing brand-new burgundy school uniforms, their expressions filled with excitement and curiosity.

"intuition."

Nan Yunya's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, patiently and keenly scanned the crowd.

"Files can lie, but actions don't. Someone who can come up with a breakthrough idea like 'buying intelligence with points' is never content with mediocrity. He must be here..."

Just then, a very subtle commotion at the entrance of the cafeteria caught Nan Yunya's attention.

It wasn't a commotion, but rather an invisible aura that spread out, naturally parting the flowing crowd. A tall, upright figure appeared at the end of the gap—black-rimmed glasses, a signature beauty mark under his left eye, and a meticulously pressed burgundy school uniform. It was Sakamoto.

He paid no heed to the curious and inquisitive gazes falling upon him, and walked steadily and smoothly toward a relatively empty food pick-up window with a clear goal.

However, what attracted Nagumo Masayuki's attention was not just Sakamoto's appearance, but his almost artistic posture while queuing.

Unlike the others, Sakamoto didn't stand casually or look down at his phone.

His feet were slightly apart, his center of gravity firmly planted in the middle, his back straight as a pine tree, like a precisely calibrated ruler inserted into the noisy queue. His gaze was calmly fixed on the menu in front of him, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, but his fingertips slightly curled inward, carrying a strange alertness and composure, as if he were always ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

In Nan Yunya's eyes, this posture was by no means the ordinary standing posture of a student; it was more like a silent declaration of absolute control over the surrounding environment, ingrained in one's very being.

He didn't even try to be flamboyant, but his calm aura made the several freshmen around him who were initially pushing and shoving each other unconsciously restrain their movements and keep a distance.

"It's him?"

Asahina Nagisa also noticed Sakamoto, as well as Nagumo Masaru's suddenly focused gaze.

She carefully examined the black-haired boy. Apart from his overly composed demeanor and excessively handsome face, there seemed to be nothing particularly out of the ordinary about him.

Nan Yunya did not answer immediately.

His gaze was fixed on Sakamoto, watching him gracefully take his food and turn to find a seat. That calm and composure, creating his own little world in the bustling cafeteria, that aura of confidence that seemed born to be noticed…

"See that? Shepherd's purse,"

Nan Yunya's voice carried an undisguised hint of amazement, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of having met her match.

“That’s not ‘integration,’ that’s ‘control.’ He’s standing in the crowd, yet it’s like he’s standing center stage, he’s practically a natural spotlight!”

He picked up the water glass beside him, his gaze following Sakamoto's figure intently, as if admiring a newly acquired, infinitely promising collectible.