The annual Sports Festival finally kicked off with much attention.
"In order to carry forward the spirit of sports, let's show our sweat and glory on this Sports Field..."
On the rostrum, Fujimaki of Third Year Class A is holding the microphone. The sound is amplified by Sound System and echoes throughout Campus.
His speech was impassioned and full of necessary formalism.
However, in the queue of Class A, Kazehara Tetsu did not even glance at Senpai who was giving a hard speech on the stage.
He stood at the back of the queue. His body did not stand up straight like other students, but seemed a bit relaxed.
His gaze did not look forward, but turned his head slightly and fell on the side face of Purple-haired Girl beside him.
Kamuro Masumi tied her long hair into a high ponytail today, revealing her slender and white neck. A few strands of broken hair hung down by her ears, gently blowing in the breeze.
"I said, Masumi."
Kazehara Tetsu lowered his voice, and blew the warm breath almost close to Kamuro Masumi's ears, "You are wearing your ponytail very energetically today. Is it so that I can clearly see your swaying back when running?"
Kamuro Masumi's body stiffened slightly, but she did not turn around, not even sharing the corner of her eye with him.
"Shut up."
She moved her lips slightly, "The opening ceremony isn't over yet, don't go into heat here."
"So cold."
Kamuro Masumi took a deep breath and decided to change the subject in order to cut off this man's harassment.
"Which group is your 100 meters in?" She finally tilted her head slightly.
"Group 7."
"Group 7?"
Hearing this number, Kamuro Masumi raised his eyebrows slightly.
This is a very embarrassing position.
It is neither First Group, which was used to boost morale at the beginning, nor is it the final deciding group.
Usually, most of the people in this group are at the level of each class, or even ordinary students who are just trying to make up numbers.
"With your strength, whether it's First Group or the last group, there's no difference, right?"
Kamuro Masumi looked at him with some confusion, "You deliberately chose such a low group... what bad idea are you planning?"
"Bad idea? How could it be?"
Kazehara Tetsu's gaze passed through the crowd and accurately locked on Class D who was not very far away in the queue, the figure who always tried to minimize his presence.
"Go catch a fish that will keep pretending to be dead if you don't disturb it."
"Please enter Competitor from First Year Boys 100 Meter Dash and go to Check-in Area quickly! Repeat..."
An urging voice came from the radio.
According to the process of Sports Festival, as soon as the opening ceremony is over, the 100-meter sprint event begins.
The order starts with the first-grade boys and goes up to the end of the third-grade girls. After the intermission, it starts with the first-grade girls and ends with the third-grade boys, and so on.
This compact arrangement hardly leaves Competitor much breathing time.
"I'm going over there."
"Go ahead."
Kamuro Masumi looked at him, although there was still no expression on his face, but at the moment Kazehara Tetsu turned around.
"... Come on."
Although she knew very well that with this man's abnormal physical ability, there was no so-called opponent in this school.
"I don't want to see you capsize in the gutter."
Kazehara Tetsu turned his back to her and waved, "You should prepare well, so you don't get caught up without even finishing your warm-up."
Leaving these words behind, he opened his legs and walked towards the starting point.
At this time, many people had gathered in the preparation area near the starting line.
Most students are still stretching nervously or cheering each other up with their friends.
But Kazehara Tetsu's eyes never left the boy standing in the corner.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
He always seems to be like this, even in such a noisy environment, he can still have a sense of isolation from the world.
That lifeless look in his eyes, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.
Kazehara Tetsu walked straight over.
"Oh, what a coincidence, Ayanokoji."
Kazehara Tetsu stood in front of him and greeted him very familiarly.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka felt a slight fluctuation in his heart.
Coincidence?
doubt.
This is Ayanokoji's most intuitive reaction at this moment.
In his memory, although he knew something about this person, the interaction between the two was almost zero.
There is no conflict of interest between them, and there is no record of any conversations.
Why did this Class A and Core Figure go out of their way to find me?
"How have you been lately? Ayanokoji."
"... It's okay, just ordinary."
He gave the most universal answer.
At the same time, his brain began to work rapidly, analyzing the purpose of Kazehara Tetsu's trip.
Is it simply a case of mistaken identity?
"Are you okay? Yes, after all, you can live a comfortable life here as long as you pretend a little bit."
"So, how many people are you planning to run in this race?"
"Just try not to be the last. After all, my motor skills are not that good."
"Oh..."
He looked at Ayanokoji's paralyzed face, with a hint of evil in his eyes.
"Is it so boring?"
The voice suddenly dropped to a whisper that only the two of them could hear.
"In 'that place', I have been cultivated as the highest masterpiece since I was a child... I have the ability to be proud of everything, but I only use it to act as a passerby here..."
"So, what exactly are you going to use what you learned in that White Room?"
That moment.
Time seems to have stopped in the world of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
Although his face still maintained the calm mask, his eyelids didn't even twitch.
But his brain is already working at super high speed.
That place? cultivation? the highest masterpiece?
The combination of these keywords is very clear.
White Room.
In this world, there are very few people who know that this place exists.
And those who know where he was born probably don't exist in This School.
Who is this person...?
He Ayanokoji Kiyotaka can make it clear that Kazehara Tetsu is not from the same class as him.
Why do you know?
"... I don't know what you are talking about, Kagihara."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's voice was calm, and his eyes were even confused by this inexplicable sentence, "What White Room? Does it mean the infirmary?"
Perfect disguise.
If you don't know the details, you might really think that it was just Kazehara Tetsu who was talking nonsense.
"Oh, forget it if you don't want to answer."
"But... do you want to have a good run? Let me see how valuable the so-called 'highest masterpiece' really is."
Before Ayanokoji could reply, the inspector had already started calling the number.
"Group 7, get ready."