Lao Jing, I Miss You!

Students at the start of a school year are always full of vitality and freshness, like a youth story that has just raised its curtain.

In contrast, the atmosphere in Class D after the start of the term was somewhat gloomy.

Koenji looked at the empty seat behind him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yare! Yare! I never expected that the beautiful Nagami boy would go to Class B after this special exam. Now I am the only beautiful person left; how lonely I am."

Koenji continued to pick up his nail file to carefully trim the edges of his nails, making them look smoother and neater.

"Still spouting nonsense, Koenji. Don't try to gild yourself through Nagami."

Sudo said.

"What's wrong, red-haired ape? Are you reluctant to see Nagami boy go too? I couldn't tell you two were on such good terms."

"Anyone would be sad to lose a companion."

Sudo, for once, didn't speak with anger and answered the question with a normal person's logic. Although he and Nagami had many conflicts in the past, it was undeniable that he had made significant contributions to the class.

Even if he was psychologically unwilling and unconvinced, he had unknowingly gained Sudo's recognition.

Ever since Nagami transferred to Class B, the atmosphere in the class was no longer as united as it had been during the Sports Festival; everything seemed to have returned to square one.

This was especially true during roll calls by subject teachers, as Nagami, whose grades were decent, was a frequent target.

Every time they had to explain his absence collectively, Hirata's face would darken a little more.

"Sigh, it's my fault this time. I wasn't able to protect my companion in the class."

Hirata muttered to himself from time to time.

"No, it's not Hirata-kun's fault. It's all because Class C was extremely insidious this time."

Wang Meili comforted him. Since Hirata's suspected breakup with Karuizawa, she had been getting very close to him.

Kushida and Mori Nene also seemed to have grown closer due to a similar mindset.

I'm sorry, Nagami-kun. I didn't do anything. Mori Nene thought to herself.

The news of Nagami transferring to Class B quickly spread throughout the grade, sparking all kinds of discussions.

Some even believed this was a bitter-meat scheme by Nagami, claiming he must have deliberately ruined himself to win the sympathy of the kind-hearted Ichinose in Class B, all to better control Ichinose-chan once he entered her class.

If Nagami heard this, he would definitely think this guy was a mole sent by Nagumo Miyabi.

"Tell me, Ayanokoji, was this matter really done by Class C?"

Horikita looked at Ayanokoji, seemingly trying to discern the truth from his micro-expressions.

Ayanokoji was the only one in the class whose expression remained indifferent; it didn't rule out the possibility of emotional changes, but his facial muscles remained stiff.

"Horikita, weren't you on my side during the special exam? Or have you changed your mind again?"

Ayanokoji asked in return.

"I only did that because I had no other choice in that situation. Did you expect me to watch you split Class D into two factions completely?"

"We finally reached this point, only for it all to go down the drain in an instant."

Horikita slammed her desk hard, biting her lower lip, revealing an expression of unwillingness, her eyes filled with frustration.

She had failed again without accomplishing anything; they were so close to becoming a truly united and upward-striving class.

"Nagami's departure has had too great an impact. Everyone's morale has dropped again. What should we do now!"

Horikita clenched her fists.

"That's not entirely true."

Ayanokoji watched her quietly and spoke slowly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just wait patiently and see."

Ayanokoji played the role of a riddle-maker to comfort Horikita Suzune.

While many in Class D were shedding tears, Nagami was currently sitting with his legs crossed, playing on his phone.

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He showed no signs of the awkwardness or pretense of entering an unfamiliar class, nor did he intend to make a good impression.

The people around him were all acquaintances; they often ran into each other since they were in the same grade.

For instance, Nagami could name sweet-looking classmates like Himeno Yuki and Kobashi Yume.

"You're really natural, Kagami. I was worried you wouldn't be able to integrate well into this class."

Ichinose said.

"How could that be? With so many excellent companions here, I believe I will be recognized by everyone soon."

"Although you're complimenting us, what does having excellent companions have to do with being recognized?"

Himeno Yuki stood among the crowd and asked her question, appearing completely out of place amidst the surrounding clamor.

Many of the boys in the class couldn't help but cast their gazes toward her delicate face.

She had long, silver-white hair as pure as winter frost, which flowed smoothly down to her waist and shimmered slightly under the sunlight.

A few strands of hair at her temples fluttered in the breeze, adding a touch of softness to her cold and aloof temperament.

"Great minds think alike, that's why."

Nagami admired Himeno's indifferent expression; it would have been perfect if not for those dead fish eyes, and he couldn't help but imagine her holding a whip and scolding people.

"Smooth talker."

Himeno Yuki's words carried a faint chill, as she sensed a scent she disliked in Nagami's answer. She pushed through the crowd and left.

"Nagami-kun, how did you manage to run so fast during the Sports Festival? Could you teach me?"

The male students gathered around, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.

"It's actually quite simple; I just stick to morning jogs every day to build leg strength, and I also adjust my breathing rhythm while running."

"Besides, at the time, I was just focused on winning glory for the class, so I performed beyond my usual limits."

The surrounding students nodded repeatedly, all expressing that Nagami's performance at the Sports Festival was truly amazing and worth learning from.

"With Nagami here, our Class B is truly invincible now!"

"Those people in Class A are nothing to worry about!"

Once someone chimed in, everyone's spirits immediately soared, as if Class A were just weeds by the roadside that would wither with a single step.

"Nagami-kun, are you interested in badminton? We're planning to set up a game in class today."

Shibata Hayate said.

"Sorry, I have to go to the student council to do some grunt work with Ichinose every day after school."

"Doki!"

Shiranami Chihiro, sitting in the front row, let out a sound of unease upon hearing this.

In the student council room, Nagumo Miyabi's expression darkened even further as he watched Nagami walking with Ichinose.

"You're quite capable, Nagami. I've heard about your situation. To think you could convince Class B to spend 4 million points to let you transfer—that's impressive."

"You already had a good relationship with the students in Class B, and now you've become even closer to them."

Nagumo Miyabi's tone was somewhat sarcastic when he said this; if there was anyone who was least happy about Nagami's transfer to Class B.

Aside from Shiranami Chihiro of Class B and the students of Class D, Nagumo was the one who least wanted to see it.

"Ah, who doesn't like spending time with beautiful girls? I came to Class B specifically for the little angel."

Was this a confession? Such a straightforward expression of emotion—even Nagumo Miyabi, the most devoted lover in Tokyo, wouldn't be so casual about it.

First, you have to read the atmosphere, then use sweet words to make the girl believe in you, and finally, deliver a special gift for a one-hit kill.

"Kagami, stop joking around!"

With that tone of an old married couple, they couldn't possibly be dating, right? They aren't dating, are they!

Nagumo prayed silently in his heart.