“Sakayanagi-san, I’d like to borrow Kamuro-san.
Could you give me her contact information?” As soon as he stepped out of the office, Shiraishi contacted Sakayanagi through his phone.
“Of course.
No problem at all.” Sakayanagi’s reply came quickly.
Since their earlier negotiation had been conducted while Kamuro was keeping watch elsewhere, Shiraishi only had Sakayanagi’s contact info.
He hadn’t been able to exchange numbers with Kamuro before Hoshinomiya’s phone call had pulled him away.
Shiraishi obtained Kamuro’s contact information, and his friend request was quickly accepted.
“Kamuro-san should have heard the relevant details from Sakayanagi-san by now.
I’ll need your help with something.
Let’s meet at the dormitory entrance around 7 PM.” After contacting her, Shiraishi headed to the Keyaki Mall shopping center.
Here, he could buy what he needed.
“Could I get that one, please?” Shiraishi pointed at a compact video camera.
The store clerk, who had been playing on his phone, looked up with an impatient expression and casually placed the camera on the counter.
So this disgusting guy is still at the school, huh.
Shiraishi glanced at the clerk.
Though the angle prevented him from seeing exactly what was on the phone screen, he could guess it was probably some kind of content related to harassing idols.
After quickly testing the camera’s recording quality, audio pickup, and network transmission functions, Shiraishi confirmed the device was working properly and paid without hesitation.
The total came to 40,000 Private Points—but since he had Hoshinomiya’s operational funds, it didn’t hurt at all.
When Shiraishi arrived at the dormitory entrance, Kamuro was already waiting.
“Sakayanagi-san said I’m supposed to follow your orders…
just don’t ask me to do anything weird.” Kamuro eyed him warily as she spoke.
She had a distinct feeling she’d been sold out.
“Don’t worry—Kamuro-san will find this task quite easy.” Shiraishi handed her the shopping bag.
“Inside is a compact video camera and its instruction manual.
Please familiarize yourself with how to operate it as soon as possible.” “What’s this for?” The moment she saw the camera, Kamuro had a bad feeling…
This guy isn’t some pervert, is he?
Asking her to secretly film girls or something.
Well, her guess wasn’t entirely wrong.
“I’ll notify you when the time comes.
I need you to capture certain ‘dirt’ on someone.” Shiraishi left it at that.
“This kind of thing…” Kamuro seemed about to refuse, but Shiraishi cut her off.
“Kamuro-san has a talent for this sort of thing, doesn’t she?
For example—swiping a can of beer while avoiding store cameras and the clerk’s line of sight.” “What?” Kamuro gasped, though she quickly realized her reaction had drawn attention from passing students and lowered her voice: “How did you know about that?” “I ‘saw’ it, of course.” Shiraishi answered ambiguously.
“Just my luck…” Kamuro accepted the shopping bag with a resigned, dead-eyed expression.
She had only pulled one stunt since arriving at school—and not only had her classmate Sakayanagi found out, but a student from another class had discovered it too.
“Don’t worry—I won’t tell anyone about it.” Seeing Kamuro’s deflated look, Shiraishi couldn’t help but laugh.
Kamuro Masumi was an interesting person.
She didn’t steal out of poverty—she simply enjoyed the act of stealing.
Her techniques were also highly skilled; she’d never been caught outside, and she’d successfully passed the school’s screening to enter Class A.
It was precisely this ability that Shiraishi had his eye on.
He planned to have her tail and secretly film someone.
“I’ll notify you of the target and location when it’s time.
You won’t need to show yourself afterward—just do what you’re good at.” Shiraishi reassured her.
“Fine…” Realizing she had no room to refuse, Kamuro took the camera and headed back to the dormitory, probably to report the situation to Sakayanagi.
Shiraishi opened his phone and checked his to-do list.
After confirming all tasks for the day were cleared, he headed to the Keyaki Mall.
The class was holding their celebration at a board game café tonight.
…
And so, the first week of May passed.
Shiraishi followed Tachibana around to get acquainted with each club’s representative and familiarize himself with the equipment storage situation.
In his spare time, he took a photo of the online idol “Shizuku” to the electronics store, successfully baited the clerk, gathered evidence of his misconduct, and then went to see Hoshinomiya.
His explanation to her was as follows: while observing Class D, he discovered that Sakura Airi was the online idol “Shizuku.” He then noticed an obsessive stalker in her comment section who appeared to be on campus, and finally tracked him down at the electronics store.
It was a case of “shooting the arrow first, then painting the target”—but the evidence on the store clerk’s phone was so damning that he was quickly expelled from school and handed over to legal authorities.
Because this case was particularly sensitive, the school took it seriously and ultimately sent Shiraishi—both the whistleblower and a Student Council member—to personally communicate with Sakura.
Outside Class D’s classroom, Shiraishi called Sakura Airi out and stepped away from the others.
“The school hopes this incident won’t disrupt your campus life, so they sent me to explain the situation to you.” Shiraishi quietly gave Sakura a general account of the stalker clerk at the Keyaki Mall.
“Ah…
I see…
thank you…” Sakura seemed to have severe social anxiety, struggling to squeeze out even these few words.
“It’s nothing.
If anything like this happens again in the future, you can approach a teacher or contact us in the Student Council.
Here’s my contact information.” Shiraishi handed over his contact details, exchanged a few pleasantries, and left.
“Looks like today’s the day.” While on the surface he had been alert to anyone eavesdropping, Shiraishi had actually been observing Class D through the glass the entire time.
He noticed Kushida Kikyō approaching Ike Kanji, Sudo Ken, and the others—which probably meant they were heading to the library for tutoring this afternoon.
Of course, Class D’s “Three Idiots” didn’t yet have the determination they’d gain in the coming months.
Especially with Chabashira’s “helpful” reminder that paying attention in class wouldn’t increase Class Points anyway—today’s study session was bound to end in discord.
With that in mind, Shiraishi pulled out his phone and sent Kamuro her instructions.
“Kamuro-san, please bring the equipment and complete the task today.
Target: Kushida Kikyō from Class D.
If you don’t know her, I can provide some basic info.” “…I do know Kushida-san, actually.
But can I ask why her?” Kamuro replied quickly after reading the message.
“Kamuro-san, aren’t you curious why someone like her ended up in Class D?” “Sorry, I’m not curious at all…” “Fine then—let’s just say it’s my personal eccentricity.
In short, I want you to capture any unusual behavior from Kushida-san.” Shiraishi didn’t explain further.
Kamuro would carry out the task regardless.