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

It precisely hooked onto Kushida's wrist as he raised it backward.

Gently lift it upwards.

A steady force came.

It instantly stopped her from falling backward and helped her regain her balance.

Kushida stood there blankly, his mind completely empty.

Sakamoto slowly closed his umbrella.

She gracefully re-hung it, as if everything she had just done was casual.

"You flatter me, Kushida-kun. In the art of push hands, balance is key, and you still need to practice more."

He nodded slightly.

The tone was calm and even.

"It is late at night, so I shall take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned around.

I walked leisurely towards the dormitory area.

After walking a few steps, he did not turn back.

The sound, however, traveled clearly on the wind and reached Kushida's ears:

“Using words to attack others is certainly a way to vent emotions. But there are other ways to vent. Showing your true self is not a bad thing either.”

The words fell,

His figure gradually blended into the night.

Only Kikyo Kushida remained.

He stood alone on the shore, frozen in place.

The sea breeze still blows.

But it couldn't dispel the turbulent waves in her heart.

In just a few minutes,

She went through a series of phases: anger and breakdown, utter shock, panic and scheming, and futile counterattacks.

In the end, however, it ended hastily in a way that was completely beyond imagination.

All her darkness, scheming, and attacks,

Faced with the opponent's absolute power and composure, they appeared so ridiculous and powerless.

The tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

A strong feeling of exhaustion washed over me.

Her legs went weak.

Ignoring all pretense of decorum, he leaned back.

He lay down directly on the cool coastal ground.

His gaze drifted blankly to the star-studded night sky above.

Just now...

What exactly did they do?

First Year O Transition (Not very well written, you can skip this): Chapter 081: Pretending to be Boyfriend Sakamoto

June 1st marks the beginning of a new month.

Classroom of Class C.

The homeroom teacher, Hoshinomiya Chie, was lying on the podium in an extremely undignified posture.

My cheek pressed against the cool tabletop.

Her full breasts were squeezed into an alluring curve.

However, the air was not filled with ambiguity.

It smelled of alcohol from the previous day.

The students below seemed to be used to this.

They were talking to each other in hushed tones.

suddenly,

Ms. Hoshinomiya sprang up from the podium as if she had been electrocuted!

She shook her still slightly dizzy head.

Try to focus your gaze on the numbers at the top of the blackboard.

"Classmates! Look! The class point rankings for this month are out!"

Her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't fully recovered from a hangover.

But he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Class A, 1082 points! Class B, 956 points! And our Class C—we have 902 points! Everyone, you've worked hard! We've broken through the 900-point mark! We're not far from returning to Class B!"

She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly covered her mouth.

My stomach churned, and I felt like I was about to vomit.

He staggered and fell back onto the podium.

A lively discussion erupted in the classroom.

"902 points?! That's a huge improvement!"

"It's because everyone did very well on the midterm exams!"

"That's right! Thanks to Ichinose-san! She led everyone in reviewing!"

All eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration.

The focus instantly shifted to Honami Ichinose.

Ichinose was somewhat flustered by this sudden praise.

With a slightly flushed face, she waved her hand.

"No! This is the result of everyone's joint efforts! It's the result of everyone's diligent preparation for the exam!"

Before she could finish speaking,

A petite figure then rushed into her arms.

Chihiro Shiranami, with short brown hair and wearing white stockings, hugged her tightly.

Her upturned little face was filled with pure admiration and joy:

"Ichinose! I love you the most! I love you the most!"

Immediately afterwards, several more girls surrounded them, laughing.

They expressed similar feelings of closeness and gratitude.

"It's so great to be in the same class as Ichinose!"

Chihiro Shirami buried her face in Ichinose's arms, her voice muffled but filled with happiness.

Ichinose paused slightly,

Then she smiled gently.

He gently stroked Bai Bo's head.

Yes, it's really great to be in this class.

Although the homeroom teacher is not very reliable.

Although they lost their place in Class B after the first month, the situation was reversed.

But everyone here... is really warm-hearted.

She looked up.

His gaze swept across every face in the classroom, brimming with fighting spirit and smiles.

She hopes to move up to Class A with everyone!

-

Meanwhile, in Class A of Year 1.

The homeroom teacher, Tomoya Majima, maintained his usual serious demeanor.

The rankings were announced without any surprises.

Class A, with 1082 points, remains firmly in first place.

The atmosphere in the classroom was calm and confident.

Everyone knows this in their hearts.

The greatest contributor

It was undoubtedly the figure sitting by the window, calmly adjusting his glasses—Sakamoto.

However, the current Class A,

Sakamoto is not the only pillar.

Beneath Sakamoto's dazzling, even somewhat ethereal aura...

The other two leaders are also quietly playing a role.

Katsuragi Yasuhei and Sakayanagi Arisu.

They each do so in their own way and with their own influence.

This group of students gradually formed what are known as the "Katsuragi faction" and the "Sakayanagi faction".

Katsuragi is pragmatic and emphasizes rules and collective action.

Sakayanagi, on the other hand, is more adept at strategy and information control.

But they all knew perfectly well that...

Any internal strife at this moment is pointless.

Their goals are highly aligned:

Maintain and expand the advantage of Class A.

Therefore, a delicate balance and tacit understanding were maintained between the two factions.

There is no real conflict.

Regarding this situation within the class,

Sakamoto didn't seem to care.

He remained unconventional.

Immersed in their own world.

For him, school was like a vast stage.

Everyone has the right and opportunity to shine in their own way, without needing excessive interference from others.

-

In the afternoon, the school bell rang.

Sakamoto quickly and gracefully packed his schoolbag.

They were preparing to leave quietly, as usual.

The appearance of an unexpected visitor,