Mountain Forest The deep night is always quieter and deeper than the city.
It was still an hour before lights-out at ten o'clock, but in the large first-grade room, the atmosphere showed a subtle heat.
This is the first time this group of boys has experienced such a large-scale Room Sharing...
Uninhabited Island Forget about that condition...
Most of the members are from Class A and are already familiar with each other. They gather together in twos and threes and chat in low voices. The topics range from the devastating Long-distance Training during the day to worries about making tomorrow's breakfast.
Kanzaki Ryuji showed his kindness as Class B Core Figure. He did not stick to his own small circle, but blended into the Class A crowd very naturally, trying to ease the potential gap between the two classes through communication.
"Are you saying that it's okay to leave the vegetable cutting task to us tomorrow?"
"Of course, as long as your knife skills aren't too bad."
Yukimura Teruhiko on the side is sitting cross-legged on the bunk, sorting out his belongings.
Although he did not take the initiative to join the conversation, whenever someone asked questions about understanding the rules or placing items, he would give a brief and precise response.
In this harmonious picture, only one thing seems out of place.
On a bunk in the far corner of the room.
Ryuen Kakeru was lying there on his side with his back to everyone.
He neither participated in the discussion nor tidied up the house, and his whole person exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
The Sports Uniform was hung loosely on his body, and he remained motionless, turning a deaf ear to the noise in the room.
Although others were curious, no one dared to touch the bad luck.
Kazehara Tetsu was sitting in the center of the room, flipping through the books in his hands carelessly with the dim incandescent light overhead.
Although his eyes fell between the lines, his peripheral vision always controlled the movement of the entire room.
He didn't show much concern about Ryuen Kakeru's half-dead state at the moment.
Some wounds can only be scabbed by the wild beasts themselves.
Just then.
"Boom, boom, boom."
A steady knock on the door suddenly rang.
The conversation in the room stopped abruptly.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the closed Room Door.
It's so late, who will come?
"Is it the teacher who came to check the ward?"
Tozuka Yahiko whispered, "It's only nine o'clock."
"Maybe there is some urgent notice."
Katsuragi Kouhei frowned. He glanced at Kazehara Tetsu. When he saw that the other party didn't respond, he stood up and walked to the door.
In this room put together by many forces, Katsuragi Kouhei's mature and prudent temperament allowed him to naturally assume the role of "housekeeper" to the outside world.
"Click."
The door lock turned and Room Door was pulled open.
A figure standing in the shadows of the corridor emerged.
The moment he saw the person clearly, Katsuragi Kouhei showed a look of surprise.
"...Nagumo President?"
The person standing at the door is none other than Miyabi Nagumo.
And behind him, not only was Vice President Kiriyama Ikuto, who always had a straight face, but also two third-year students who looked stranger to him.
"Yo, Katsuragi."
Miyabi Nagumo had that iconic playful smile on his lips, looking past Katsuragi's broad shoulders and looking directly into the room.
"It's quite lively. It seems that the first graders have adapted well."
"Nagumo President... It's so late, what can I do?"
Katsuragi did not get out of the way immediately, but still blocked the door.
"Don't be so nervous."
Miyabi Nagumo spread his hands, looking harmless.
"As a member of the same Large Group, I just came to see how you are doing. After all, we are fighting side by side. As Senpai, isn't it normal to care about the accommodation environment of your juniors?"
Having said this, he leaned forward slightly and asked, "Can I come in?"
Although it was a question, the tone was full of pressure that could not be refused.
Being asked face-to-face like this by Student Council President, a normal first-year freshman would have been so frightened that he would have given way.
But Katsuragi didn't move.
He did not agree immediately, but turned his head and cast his eyes on the young man who was still reading in the center of the room.
At that moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Kazehara Tetsu closed the page and raised his head.
He looked at Miyabi Nagumo at the door.
Then, he nodded slightly.
After receiving permission, Katsuragi seemed to be relieved, turned sideways, and made a "come in" gesture.
"Please come in, Nagumo President."
"Thank you."
Miyabi Nagumo walked into the room unceremoniously, Kiriyama Ikuto followed expressionlessly, and the two third-year students also entered.
Those were two Student of Class B. One was named Tsunoda, and the other was named Ishikura. Obviously, they were not very enthusiastic about this "visit".
As soon as he entered the room, Miyabi Nagumo began to look around unscrupulously.
"Oh..."
Miyabi Nagumo sighed.
"The structure of the room is indeed the same as the one Senpai lives in."
"It seems so."
The third grader named Ishikura answered in a stiff tone, "But Nagumo, when you come to the first grade room, you have to bring us two third graders with you. What is your plan? 'Demonstration'?"
"Demonstration? How could that happen?"
Facing Senpai's questioning, Miyabi Nagumo did not panic at all, and even his eyes did not change.
"You think too much. This is to 'deepen friendly relations'."
"Friendly relations?"
Katsuragi, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but show a puzzled expression when he heard this word.
"That's right."
Miyabi Nagumo walked to an open space in the center of the room and sat down cross-legged.
"This damn school confiscated all electronic devices during Training Camp in the forest."
"There's no TV, no computer, no smartphone."
"For modern high school students who are accustomed to such convenient life, long nights can be very difficult."
Having said this, he suddenly took out a small paper box from Sports Uniform's pocket.
"Crack."
The box landed on Tatami.
Katsuragi took a closer look, "... poker cards?"
"Correct answer."
Miyabi Nagumo nodded with a smile and opened the packaging box.
"Although young people in this era are accustomed to playing mobile games, they still send messages to communicate even when they are sitting face to face."
"However, in this original Training Camp, playing cards are the most indispensable 'social necessity'."
"How about it? Do you want to play two games?"
He raised his head and glanced at the first-year students around him.
"Since we want to 'deepen relationships', there's nothing better than being at a card table to see a person's character, isn't it?"
"...Nagumo President is really elegant."
Kazehara Tetsu finally spoke.
He put the book aside casually and walked over.