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

The sound then abruptly stopped.

A figure,

They passed by them silently.

His steps were relaxed and graceful.

They showed no intention of stopping at all.

The golden rays of the setting sun cast a long shadow behind him.

It happened to envelop Horikita and Ayanokoji, who were talking at the time.

The man raised his hand and elegantly pushed up his glasses frame with his middle finger.

The lenses reflected the afterglow, obscuring his eyes.

He didn't look at them and walked straight ahead.

The conversation between Horikita and Ayanokoji

It ended naturally.

The two of them, without prior arrangement,

Turn your gaze to that receding figure—

Class A, Grade 1

Sakamoto.

P.S.: Damn, I played for too long today. I'll only post one chapter for now, and I'll post another one tomorrow.

First Year Midterm Exam: Chapter 077: Sakamoto's Date

After the midterm exams, the weekend follows immediately.

The first-year students enjoyed a rare moment of leisure, putting the pressure of exam preparation behind them.

Inside the coffee shop on the commercial street,

Soothing music flowed.

In a booth by the window, Nan Yunya leaned back lazily in the soft sofa, her fingertips unconsciously stirring the coffee in her cup.

Asahina Nazuna sat opposite him, taking small bites of the cake.

His gaze occasionally swept over Nan Yun's slightly absent-minded face.

Here,

It was the shop where Sakamoto used to work.

Nagumo himself couldn't explain why he chose to rest here.

Perhaps it's the subconscious desire to conquer the shadows at work.

More than a week has passed since that nightmarish "interview period".

Sakamoto did indeed join the student council as he "wished."

He took on the position of secretary, which was still missing one person.

Horikita Manabu also gave Sakamoto a great deal of freedom.

This resulted in that person almost never participating in the student council's daily affairs, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.

This actually relieved Nan Yun.

at least,

No need to be in that suffocating space of the student council room.

Be constantly on guard against the sudden appearance of that figure.

Time seems to truly possess the ability to dilute everything.

The horror and embarrassment brought about by the extreme "service" in those few days

Through Nagumo's deliberate attempts to forget and the brain's self-protective mechanisms, it gradually became blurred.

It is categorized as an absurd collective hallucination caused by excessive stress.

Correct,

It must be like this.

That kind of thing,

How could that be reality?

The fear gradually subsided.

Some restless thoughts began to quietly grow again.

Midterm exams are over...

The "gifts" he carefully distributed.

It should be in effect by now, right?

Some first-grade classes,

Right now, they should be in a terrible predicament because they mistakenly relied on the "past exam questions" he provided.

It could even lead to internal conflicts.

And Sakamoto, whom he himself framed.

He must be caught in a media storm and unable to defend himself.

Thinking of this,

A malicious smile crept onto Nan Yun's lips.

"elegant?"

Asahina's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She tilted her head, a smile on her face.

"What good news have you thought of? Your expression is quite interesting."

"nothing."

Nagumo quickly suppressed his smile, picked up his coffee, and took a sip.

"I just thought the weather was nice."

Asahina smiled but didn't expose him.

Of course she knew what he was thinking.

She was also happy to see Nagumo "come back to life" and even start to "lose his memory".

Sakamoto's methods were astonishing, but the results seemed quite good.

At least that kept the guy quiet for a while.

She bent down to cut the cake, in a cheerful mood.

Nan Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Second grade was his absolute domain, the kingdom he had cultivated for so long.

No matter how strange that first-year student Sakamoto was,

Surely you can't reach into the hands of second graders?

As long as it's in second grade,

He is safe...

The moment that thought crossed my mind.

The wind chimes at the entrance of the coffee shop tinkled crisply.

Nan Yun subconsciously looked up.

The next second, the color drained from his face at a visible speed.

The fingers stirring the coffee froze abruptly, and the pupils contracted sharply.

That figure—

That black nightmare—

He calmly pushed open the glass door.

Step into the coffee shop.

With an upright posture and graceful steps, he remained as always.

A girl was with him.

Long purple hair, with a small braid tied to the side—

She is Masumi Kamuro from Class 1-A.

The silver spoon in Nan Yun's hand clattered into the dish.

It made a piercing sound.

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Sakamoto and Kamuro Masumi walked into the coffee shop side by side.

This weekend's coffee shop date,

The initiator was actually Kamuroku.

Ever since that time at the convenience store at the beginning of the school year, Sakamoto has been like a god, correcting her mistakes for her. After that, he has repeatedly and unexpectedly resolved her troubles on several occasions.

Kamuro harbored an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although she always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor on the surface, she remembered everything Sakamoto had done for her.

I should repay Sakamoto too.

After the midterm exams ended, she tried to send a message to Sakamoto using the contact information she had previously added.

The message was brief and direct, essentially asking Sakamoto to pay for his services.

She had assumed that, given Sakamoto's elusive and unpredictable style of doing things,

There's a high probability they won't respond, or they'll simply refuse.

To my surprise, he readily agreed.

Kamuro acted impulsively.

Remembering the coffee shop where Sakamoto had once worked, I gave them the name.

Thus, the scene we see today came to be.

At this moment, feeling the overwhelming presence of the person beside me,

Kamuro's heart was beating so fast it was almost unnatural.

She stole a glance at Sakamoto's calm profile.

He tried to find a reasonable explanation for his abnormal heart rate.

This... shouldn't be considered a date, right?

It was simply to express gratitude to those who had helped me on multiple occasions.

Yes, it's just a simple thank you.

She tried her best to maintain her usual indifferent expression.

He tried to suppress the slight heat rising in his cheeks.

"Kamuro-kun, please take a seat."

Sakamoto's voice was gentle.