After all, Tatsuya Sakuya, who stood before her, had forced that tyrant of Class 1-C to sign a humiliating "contract of servitude." That was more than enough to prove one thing.
His insight and shrewdness far surpassed those of an ordinary first-year student.
Since he had specifically mentioned Vice President Miyabi Nagumo, it could not possibly have been without reason.
"I'll remember that."
Ichinose Honami nodded earnestly, committing his advice firmly to memory.
"You can know someone's face without knowing their heart. You can't judge people just by whether they seem cold or friendly, right? I'll always keep your kind warning in mind, Shiba."
At that, Ichinose Honami tilted her head, a hint of a playful smile returning to her eyes.
Just then, the phone she had left on the table vibrated twice.
She picked it up, glanced at the message on the screen, and looked up apologetically.
"Ah, sorry, Shiba, but I have to go now. Chihiro and the others are already waiting for me downstairs at the dorm. We agreed to go to the supermarket together tonight to buy daily necessities."
"Go ahead. We were only chatting anyway."
Tatsuya Sakuya waved casually. It really was getting late, and he had been planning to return to his room to rest anyway.
"Thank you so much for today, Shiba. You've been a huge help. Once my official interview is over, I'll let you know right away, whatever the result!"
"All right. I'll look forward to it."
With a series of light footsteps, the pink-haired girl soon disappeared into the bustling evening crowds.
Looking at the now-empty seat beside him, Tatsuya Sakuya let out a long breath and grew thoughtful.
Surely her opinion of me improved a little today?
More importantly, he had taken the opportunity to plant a seed of