Kamuro Masumi had been staring intently at the direction of the cashier.
She watched Shiina Hiyori and Sakamoto converse smoothly, saw Sakamoto's calm demeanor in handling the situation, and then Shiina Hiyori's serene figure as she left. A strong impulse surged within her.
She wanted to go too!
She took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, stood up, and quickly walked towards the cashier.
Standing before Sakamoto, Kamuro Masumi maintained a calm expression as she looked at Sakamoto:
"One... latte. Thank you."
Sakamoto's gaze fell upon her, his eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses calm and unmoving.
He nodded slightly, operating the ordering screen with fluid movements:
"One latte, confirmed."
His voice was clear and peaceful, betraying no hint of abnormality.
However, just as Kamuro Masumi thought the conversation was about to end—
Sakamoto slightly raised his eyes, his gaze calmly meeting her purple eyes:
"Kamuro-san, please wait a moment."
He, he remembers me?!
That brief, awkward encounter at the convenience store.
He actually remembered my name.
An indescribable flutter instantly dispelled her previous hesitation, causing her fair cheeks to flush slightly.
But then, a sense of loss quietly crept into her heart.
She had been rapidly running through all sorts of questions in her mind—why was Sakamoto working? What was his relationship with Sakayanagi? Did he know about Sakayanagi and Ryuuen's scheme?
But it seemed Shiina Hiyori had already asked the most crucial parts of these questions.
And Sakamoto had answered so openly.
What else could she ask?
Kamuro Masumi looked at Sakamoto's calm, unmoving face; she didn't want the conversation to end so simply!
"Sakamoto-kun..."
She hesitated, her voice tinged with inquiry,
"How did you get this job? It's only the third day of school; do you have some connection to this store?"
She tried to find a new topic to broach.
Sakamoto's fingers, which were operating the ordering screen, paused slightly.
He didn't answer immediately, only raising his gaze to look calmly at Kamuro Masumi, his eyes so deep they seemed to see through people's hearts.
After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice low and magnetic:
"Kamuro-san, in this school—"
He paused slightly, his fingertip lightly tapping the ordering screen, emitting a crisp "beep" sound,
"Points can buy anything."
After speaking, he said no more, simply sending the order information to the kitchen, then nodded slightly, indicating that Kamuro Masumi could leave.
Kamuro Masumi stood frozen.
Points can buy anything.
She instantly understood that Sakamoto had bought this job with points for his "field investigation."
Seeing Sakamoto's posture, no longer speaking and bidding her farewell, Kamuro Masumi could only suppress the turmoil in her heart, softly said "Thank you," then turned and walked back to her seat, feeling somewhat disappointed.
Soon, two cups of coffee were brought over by an ordinary Waiter.
A deep, rich black coffee was placed in front of Shiina Hiyori, and a latte with dense foam was placed in front of Kamuro Masumi.
Sakamoto still stood behind the cashier, his posture tall and straight, his gaze calmly sweeping across the coffee shop.
After he changed into the cashier's uniform, that professional and understated elegant demeanor seemed to attract quite a few new glances.
The popularity of the coffee shop seemed to have quietly increased by a few points because of his presence.
Shiina Hiyori picked up the black coffee, brought it to her lips, and took a small sip.
Bitter with a hint of sweetness.
The pure, unadorned bitterness mixed with the sweetness of cane sugar instantly spread across her tongue.
Her purple eyes lowered, looking at the bottomless black liquid in the cup.
Sakamoto's words echoed in her mind—
"Truth is like the bitter base of black coffee; unadorned, it reveals its true flavor."
This sweetened black coffee seemed to be the best footnote to Sakamoto's words.
Kamuro Masumi also picked up her latte; the sweet aroma of the foam temporarily masked the coffee's bitterness.
She sipped slowly, the warm liquid sliding down her throat, bringing a hint of warmth, yet unable to dispel the chill and confusion in her heart.
What exactly was Sakamoto planning?
She unconsciously looked up, her gaze falling on Shiina Hiyori, who was quietly savoring her black coffee across from her.
Shiina Hiyori seemed to sense her gaze, and slightly raised her eyes, calm and unmoving, like a deep pool.
Their gazes briefly met in the air.
No words.
Only the aroma of coffee permeated the air.
This unexpected event, which began with tracking Sakamoto, had now evolved into a bizarre scene of two girls from different classes, each with their own thoughts, silently confronting each other amidst the fragrant silence of coffee.
The target they were tracking now stood in the halo of light at the cashier, like an elegant enigma, radiating a heart-pounding glow.
first year o enrollment: Chapter 028: Waiter Sakamoto
Ryuuen Kakeru leaned back in his seat at the back of Class 1-C, the afternoon sunlight slanting through the window, casting half-light and half-shadows on his face.
Even outside of class time, Class 1-C still exuded a lazy atmosphere, which Ryuuen was displeased with, but could do nothing about.
His fingertips unconsciously tapped the desk, making a dull, rhythmic sound, like the heartbeat of a lurking beast.
Even if Class 1-C had received information about class points in advance and could gain an advantage in the first month, the overall quality of Class 1-C students was truly unsatisfactory, with very few talented individuals available in the class.
A class led by only a few excellent students would definitely not suffice; Ryuuen still had to find a way to improve the entire class's capabilities.
It seemed the path to defeating Class 1-A was still very long.
His phone in his pocket vibrated slightly.
Ryuuen's movement paused, a glint flashing in his eyes.
He subtly pulled out his phone, the screen lit up, and a new message appeared.
Sender: Shiina Hiyori.
The content was concise and clear:
"Sakamoto is working at the coffee shop in the shopping center. During lunchtime. A position bought with personal points."
Ryuuen's lips silently curved into a grin, revealing his stark white teeth.
Sakamoto, working at a coffee shop?
This information seemed simple, but Ryuuen had already thought of a way to scheme against Sakamoto.
Buying a position with points, that move was truly brilliant.
Koudo Ikusei High School outwardly prohibited students from working, but the unspoken rule that "points can buy anything" was like a sharp dagger hidden beneath a splendid robe, which Sakamoto had precisely drawn out and was brandishing openly.
What would those unsuspecting students think when they saw Sakamoto wearing a Waiter's apron, "working" brazenly in a school that prohibited part-time jobs?
Shock? Confusion? Followed by awe?
Would they think he had powerful connections, capable of even disregarding school rules?
This undoubtedly elevated Sakamoto's image invisibly, adding another layer of mysterious halo to his "elegant and composed" facade.
Ruthless enough.
Sakamoto is truly a fellow who knows how to manipulate people's hearts.
Ryuuen sneered inwardly.
Shaping his own image and then elevating his status, not a bad idea.
But this also exposed your whereabouts!
Usually elusive, difficult to track?
Now it's clear: lunchtime, coffee shop. A fixed location, a regular time slot.
Sakamoto, you've put an invisible rope around yourself.
Ryuuen put away his phone, leaned slightly forward, and crossed his hands on the desk.
He no longer paid attention to the students playing around him, lost in thought.
The primary goal now was to grasp Sakamoto's interpersonal relationships.
This guy seemed to be a lone wolf, but he was definitely not an island.
What was the relationship between him and those in Class 1-A who surrounded him?
Were they simply admirers, or potential allies, and what was Sakamoto's attitude towards them?
Since he couldn't budge the mountain that was Sakamoto, and couldn't find his personal weaknesses, then he would target the people around him, the people he might care about.
Only then could he set a trap for Sakamoto.
After lunchtime, in the classroom of Class 1-A.
On the podium, the history teacher was passionately recounting the alliances and rivalries of the Warring States period, his voice rising and falling.
Kamuro Masumi sat in the back row, her purple hair falling over her shoulders.
Her gaze seemed to be on her open textbook, but her focus had long since blurred.
The teacher's voice on the podium became a vague humming background, her thoughts, like wild horses, uncontrollably galloped back to the coffee shop during lunchtime.
Sakamoto's figure was clearly etched in her mind.
That miraculous tray spin to catch the cup, that calm pressing of the palm to smooth the coffee, that serene composure when faced with Yamauchi Haruki's chatter... and finally, what he said to her, standing behind the cashier, wearing that cashier's uniform, his eyes deep.
She unconsciously looked up, her gaze passing over the shoulders of the students in front, falling on the familiar back by the window.
Sakamoto sat upright, his shoulders straight, his burgundy school uniform impeccably smooth without a single wrinkle.
He slightly tilted his head, seemingly listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting the light from the window, obscuring his gaze.
That focus and serenity strangely overlapped with the figure who was in control, elegant, and composed in the coffee shop.
Kamuro Masumi's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
The "magic" at the convenience store, the "secret technique" at the coffee shop... Sakamoto's displayed abilities repeatedly redefined her understanding.
The web of conspiracy woven by Sakayanagi Arisu and Ryuuen Kakeru, in the face of Sakamoto's almost inhuman composure and ability, seemed... somewhat ridiculous?
He seemed to possess the power to easily crush all conspiracies.
A strange sense of security, mixed with deeper confusion, quietly emerged.
If Sakamoto was truly so powerful, wouldn't Sakayanagi and Ryuuen's schemes be in vain?
Were her previous worries and hesitations somewhat superfluous?
But as soon as this thought arose, it was suppressed by another, stronger one.
No matter how strong Sakamoto was, he was still human, and humans have weaknesses.
Kamuro Masumi's brows furrowed slightly.
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