"Um, Katsuragi-kun, Sakamoto-kun,"
Her voice was light, with a hint of innocent inquiry,
"What Sakamoto-kun said earlier in the Student Council about 'rules' sounded so profound! Is it possible... that Class A already knows some special rules of this school?"
She asked naturally, as if out of pure curiosity.
She didn't know the grade gap between each class, thinking it was just a normal class division.
In her opinion, if Sakamoto could say such profound things in the Student Council, and Katsuragi seemed to have no objection to Sakamoto's behavior, perhaps Class A as a whole had already figured out some of the school's ins and outs?
Moreover, she herself did vaguely feel that the school's rules were a bit strange, such as the mysterious points system, but she couldn't articulate why.
The confrontational exchange between Sakamoto and Horikita Manabu just now made her feel an even more unusual atmosphere.
However, no sooner had she finished speaking—
Katsuragi Kohei's gaze instantly sharpened, the muscles on his face tightened almost imperceptibly, and his originally steady demeanor suddenly became rigid.
He didn't lose his composure by raising his voice or showing obvious hostility, but in the depths of his eyes, strong vigilance and caution churned.
"Ichinose-san,"
Katsuragi's voice was low and steady,
"Your question seems to go beyond the scope of peer interaction."
He deliberately slowed his speech:
"Class A's internal affairs are not convenient to disclose externally."
Although he didn't directly reprimand her, his aloof posture and the implied warning in his words were unmistakably clear.
Regarding the class points system, Class A did indeed know some special rules, and this was key to their lead.
This girl from Class B, whether intentionally or unintentionally, had touched upon a red line that absolutely could not be crossed.
Ichinose was startled by Katsuragi's sudden cold words!
She instinctively took half a step back, her pale purple eyes filled with shock and confusion:
"Katsuragi-kun? I... I just asked casually."
Looking at Katsuragi's distant demeanor, she explained with a hint of grievance,
"Because what Sakamoto-kun said just now sounded really profound, and it felt like he knew a lot, so I thought, maybe Class A has already discovered something. I didn't mean anything else."
She was indeed just curious and intuitive, completely unaware that she had touched upon core secrets of class competition.
Katsuragi stared at Ichinose, trying to discern the truth from her clear eyes.
The shock and grievance didn't seem feigned. His tense nerves relaxed slightly, but his vigilance remained undiminished.
He took a deep breath, his voice still cold:
"No comment."
He said decisively, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's,
"Please focus on Class B's affairs."
He emphasized "Class A" and "Class B" again, drawing a clear distinction.
Ichinose's smile faded a bit, replaced by obvious disappointment. She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and her voice dropped:
"...I'm sorry, I spoke out of turn."
The atmosphere in the corridor instantly became awkward and heavy.
Just then, Sakamoto, who had been silent, slowly turned his gaze back.
He didn't look at Katsuragi, nor at the disappointed Ichinose.
He slightly raised his right hand, and the silver fountain pen that had steadily tapped the teacup in the Student Council reappeared between his slender fingertips.
The golden glow of the setting sun happened to fall on the pen at his fingertips, reflecting a dazzling stream of silver light.
Sakamoto's wrist turned with extreme naturalness, and the fountain pen spun lightly between his fingers, as if endowed with life, drawing smooth and perfect silver arcs, weaving a silent rhythm in the air.
His movements were elegant and unhurried, with a strange focus and beauty, instantly attracting the gazes of Katsuragi and Ichinose.
The spinning pen abruptly stopped at his fingertips, resting steadily between his thumb and forefinger.
Sakamoto's gaze calmly fell on the pen tip, his voice clear and peaceful, as if stating an objective fact:
"Rules are like rivers, and classes are like riverbeds."
He paused slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the two people in front of him, looking towards the golden sunlight spilling at the end of the corridor,
"Water flows in its own direction, and riverbeds each have their own boundaries. To go with the flow is to go far."
After speaking, he said no more.
He lightly tossed the pen from his fingertips, a flash of silver, and it once again accurately landed in the pocket of his school uniform on his chest.
He turned slightly, facing Katsuragi and Ichinose, and bowed his head with extreme elegance, his movements fluid and perfect.
"Excuse me, both students."
As his words fell, he didn't linger, taking steps and walking straight towards the front of the corridor.
His steps remained steady and smooth, each one as if measured.
When he reached the stairwell at the end of the corridor, his steps paused slightly.
Katsuragi and Ichinose subconsciously followed a few steps behind him.
Sakamoto did not look back, only slightly turned his head, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting a fleeting glimmer in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He looked down the stairs, as if silently bidding farewell.
Immediately, he turned and stepped onto the stairs leading downstairs alone, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner of the staircase.
The golden glow of the setting sun gilded his departing figure with a dazzling outline, his tall posture appearing exceptionally mysterious in the light and shadow.
Katsuragi Kohei stood still, watching Sakamoto disappear into the stairwell, then looked at the disappointed Ichinose beside him, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes complex.
Ichinose Honami gazed at the stairwell where Sakamoto had disappeared.
Sakamoto-kun, what exactly does he know?
first year o enrollment: Chapter 020: Sakamoto in Class
On the morning of the third day of school, a peculiar tension filled the classroom of Class 1-C.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, but it couldn't dispel the oppressive solemnity in the air.
Ryuuen Kakeru stood at the podium, his hands in his pockets, his chin slightly raised, his sinister gaze, like a cold searchlight, slowly sweeping over every student below.
He had just finished an announcement—about the core rules of the "class points" system, and his decision that he, Ryuuen Kakeru, would become the sole leader of Class C.
"...So,"
Ryuuen's voice was low and oppressive, echoing in the silent classroom,
"From today on, what I, Ryuuen, say goes in Class C. To survive in this place and climb to Class A, you have to follow my rules. Any objections?"
His gaze, like solid ice picks, pierced several students who had previously shown defiance. Those students instinctively lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze. The classroom was silent.
Ryuuen's lips curved into a cold arc.
Good. The initial deterrence had been achieved.
"Since no one has any objections,"
He changed the subject, his voice carrying an undeniable command,
"Then, first thing—Albert!"
He turned his head to look at the back row of the classroom.
A figure like an iron tower stood up in response.
Yamada Albert, nearly two meters tall, his burly physique almost blocking the light from the back window. He had dark skin, a resolute face, and wore black sunglasses. Having witnessed Ryuuen's violence, he obeyed Ryuuen's commands.
He nodded silently, responding briefly in accented English:
"Yes, Boss."
"Go collect the money."
Ryuuen was concise,
"25,000 points per person. Now."
Yamada Albert took heavy steps, like a moving fortress, walking towards the students in the first row.
The students below instantly looked grim.
25,000 points! For new students with only 100,000 basic living points per month, this was a quarter!
Many showed expressions of pain and unwillingness, but looking at Ryuuen's cold gaze on the podium and Yamada Albert's oppressive physique, and recalling the "class points" information concerning class rankings that Ryuuen had just told them, no one dared to object.
A wave of suppressed sighs and the "beep" of mobile payments echoed in the classroom.
One by one, the students opened their payment interfaces, extremely reluctantly transferring points to Yamada Albert.
Ryuuen stood on the podium, watching all this with cold eyes, his molars clenching almost imperceptibly.
1,000,000 points!
This number was like a red-hot branding iron, burning in his heart.
The scene from yesterday afternoon in the teachers' office reappeared before his eyes—
Sakayanagi Arisu's elegant and composed demeanor, playing the role of a "generous" Class A honor student in front of the teacher;
And he, Ryuuen Kakeru, was forced to play the role of a "knowledge-hungry" Class C representative.
Sakayanagi casually proposed the exorbitant price of "2,000,000 points for information," watching his face instantly change color.
Class A homeroom teacher Mashima Tomoya showed surprise, and Class C homeroom teacher Sakasue Kazuma—the perpetually serious middle-aged man—frowned even more deeply.
He instinctively pushed up his glasses, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the desktop, clearly very displeased with this astronomical figure.
"2,000,000 points?! Sakayanagi-san, this price... isn't it too outrageous!"
Sakasue Kazuma's voice carried clear displeasure and disbelief,
"This is half of Class C's monthly points! As a teacher, I must prioritize the students' interests."
"Sakasue-sensei, I understand your concerns."
Sakayanagi's voice was still soft, but carried undeniable confidence,
"But the value of this information concerns the future fate of Class C. It can guide them on how to improve their class ranking within the 'merit-based' framework... to surpass Class B."
"Surpass Class B"
These four words stirred ripples in Sakasue Kazuma's heart.
As the Class C homeroom teacher, his greatest wish was to lead his class upwards.
And this information could indeed bring a huge strategic advantage.
Sakayanagi continued:
"Moreover, Student Ryuuen actively sought cooperation, and this desire for knowledge and boldness is also commendable. That Class A can grasp information is our ability, and that Class C can think of trading points is their wisdom."
Mashima Tomoya pondered for a moment, then spoke:
"Sakasue-sensei, Sakayanagi-san's words have some truth. The value of information is indeed immeasurable. But 2,000,000 points is indeed too high, too burdensome for Class C. As teachers, while we cannot directly interfere with student transactions, we can mediate and seek a more reasonable price."
Sakasue Kazuma knew the importance of this information. He certainly wanted to bypass Sakayanagi and directly tell this information to Ryuuen, but teachers have limits on how much they can interfere with student affairs.
He looked at Ryuuen, this newly emerging leader of Class C, his eyes sharp, clearly also weighing the pros and cons.
Finally, Sakasue Kazuma took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"1,000,000 points. This is my acceptable bottom line. This information must be guaranteed to be true and complete."
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