Hiyori shifted her gaze forward, seemingly lost in thought.

"That... I just explained my identity to that old man."

Identity, why does it sound so much like a spy? It could be easily misunderstood, although Ryuto understood the meaning, he still felt a bit perplexed.

"You told him your name, and then what?"

"And then that strange old man circled around me."

Strange old man? That's a strange way to describe him. The principal must be pitiful. And why does it feel like he emitted a strong sense of perversion while circling? Is it just my imagination? It's already pretty good if they describe his behavior as strange... Ryuto's headache worsened, and his words sounded weak.

"And then what?"

"And then... he asked me which class I want to join. Although I'm not sure what class he was referring to, I directly answered that I want to join the class where Ryuto-sama is. That should be okay."

Answering like this should be okay... No, no, there's a big problem. They don't even know what a class is and they still come to school. From a certain perspective, are they geniuses? Self-taught geniuses. Incompetent students, kneel down! Present your knees!

Moreover, just based on that unclear title, can they accurately locate my position? Could it be that they were fitted with a GPS, or is the principal already considering me as the number one wanted criminal? After all, they can understand such vague statements.

In any case, the future looks bleak. Ryuto felt his headache getting worse.

He mechanically repeated his previous words.

"And then what?"

Hiyori naturally shifted her gaze towards the school uniform she was wearing.

"After that, they made me wear this uniform and then another person brought me to Ryuto-sama's location."

"What...?"

Ryuto couldn't help but shout out, mixed with other voices, but it was still clear to hear. Maybe it's because the content is the same. Asuka and Ono Sengoku, who were silent until now, also shouted out.

What is this so-called entrance exam... Why do I feel an inexplicable anger in my heart at this moment? I was defending you just now, Principal Comrade! What is the situation? What standards are you using for assessment? You have already qualified enough to be arrested.

Suddenly remembering something, Ryuto turned his attention to Hiyori.

"Um, Hiyori, what was that old man wearing when you saw him… no, when you saw that person? At that time, there was no school uniform yet. Could it be...?"

That's right, if she was wearing a miko outfit to meet the principal, it would raise many questions. Although it could be passed off as cosplay, it seems problematic to wear cosplay to school. Why does it feel like things are getting worse and worse?

Although Ryuto's words were not very clear, Hiyori strangely understood.

"Of course not, Ryuto-sama. I paid attention to that."

"Is that so?"

After hearing her answer, Ryuto couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but he didn't show it. Hiyori followed up with another sentence.

"Because there was nothing else, I wore the clothes you bought for me earlier, Ryuto-sama."

Well, that's not a problem. It should be expected, so Ryuto wasn't surprised. But... for some reason, he suddenly felt a strange pain in his thigh. Hm... what's going on? He instinctively turned his head, but quickly froze. No, he's paralyzed. It's probably because he saw something terrifying and got stunned.

"Can you explain what's going on with that later?"

Asuka, sitting beside him, pinched Ryuto's thigh with her hand and smiled at them.

No, it seems wrong to say she's smiling. More accurately, it should be described as a terrifying expression. The reason is that, even though she's smiling, Ryuto can feel a strong sense of hostility. He can clearly feel his life being threatened, and this shouldn't be an illusion.

"Yes... Yes, I'm deeply honored," Ryuto replied with a trembling voice.

Ryuto could only answer with a slightly twitching expression while enduring the pain.

Today has been absolutely terrible, Ryuto shouted in his mind, and then there was no more hesitation.