For Kiyo, so many things have happened this year, and it has gone by too quickly.

Since being strangled by him, Angie hasn't said anything about it. Junko also avoids talking about it.

Tomoyo never knows Kiyo has been returned to the assassin camp.

Both Sunny and Ryota have accepted the truth. The rest no one knows.

It took the two of them a while to accept that, even though they knew Kiyo didn't mean to do anything wrong.

Everything is solved, now we will come to the Preparatory Course, where Neon is studying.

Each day of his school days was a long sequence that was nothing special, trivial for the students in the Main Course.

High tuition fees, and more academic pressure than the other building.

Neon tries his best to fit into the community of the course, which is seen as unworthy and ordinary. He tried to contribute a lot to the work of the class, never being harsh to anyone.

However, he still couldn't get rid of the thought that he could never be like his classmates on the other side, despite Tomoyo's advice. The teacher and classmates both wanted Neon to become a class president, but he refused and gave it to someone else he thought was more deserving.

Today his class welcomed a new student from another school. The new student's name is Tame, and seems to be taller than the other girls in the class. Her brown hair is a straight, but slightly lighter color, shoulder length.

Neon thought she would be nice with her new classmates, or be a bit reserved in a strange place, but no, having just been introduced to the class, she called everyone around her incompetent.

Tame was given a seat in the last row because her classmates avoided talking to her. That seat was close to Neon.

Thanks to the seat advantage and people who don't like her, Neon will be the first person she talks to.

Whenever class ended, Tame would see Neon come down to the Main Course's Music room, or see him talking to Tomoyo in the schoolyard.

Somewhat curious, she asked:

"Hey, idiot."

Neon, who was looking at the Main Lock building from the window, turned to look at her uncomfortably:

"What?"

"Why are you always looking in the direction of the Main Course? Going over there too. I thought you weren't allowed?"

"The Music Room belongs to the two courses."

"And part of it is dreaming of studying there?"

Neon couldn't say anything more, because Tame hit what he was most tormented by.

"Yeah, I'd love to go there too.. But I don't have anything yet."

"You never have anything. Is someone as incompetent as you even asking to go to the other building?"

"So what's different about you?"

Tame put on a rather solemn voice:

"Let me tell you, I'm the owner of the assassin camp, it's not that big of a scale, but I'll expand it!"

Neon looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"The owner.. of an assassin base? Is that a talent?! So far, I've never seen anyone with that title!"

"What do ordinary people like you know? If my base were bigger, I would have been accepted into the Main Course."

"I'm not sure if they would accept you.."

Tame slammed her hand on the table.

"Better than an ordinary person like you! I've been in here for a few days, but you don't stand out anywhere! Looks like this class trusts you... despite that fact!"

"And I want to have a talent that is supposed to fit into society. Not to be associated with the evil elements." - Neon said calmly.

Tame got angry and left.

A week later, Tame began to quarrel with a classmate because of an inherent conflict since middle school.

Neon tried to reconcile the two sides, but they didn't seem to be doing much better.

So when leaving, Neon went to the Music Room but with a sad look.

"Neon, what's wrong?" - Tomoyo was surprised.

Neon told Tomoyo everything, then said:

"I've tried my best to reconcile the two, but they haven't changed... I just want my class to be peaceful..."

Tomoyo sees Tame is alike Angie in her class. But she can't handle Angie alone, so this case feels quite awkward.

"Have you informed the teacher yet?"

"Yeah, but they don't seem to care much.."

"Is that so..Perhaps we should ignore it, Neon. You don't have any position either..." - Tomoyo sighed.

Finally Neon stopped, not mentioning the two of them anymore.

He continued to search for his true talent. Take some personality tests, take on class assignments, and practice the piano and violin; but still nothing stands out like those in Primary.

Neon felt like he was stuck, not knowing what he would do after graduation and where he would go.

One day, just as he walked through the school gate, he heard his lock talk about something. People standing outside the building were talking loudly, and even the security forces had to step in and drive the crowd away.

Neon then started a conversation with a friend nearby:

"Hey, what's going on?"

The boy stood on tiptoe to look inside the building and said:

"Do you know the new transfer student to Class C?"

"Ah, that's my class. What happened to her?"

"She's dead."

Neon turned pale and frantically asked:

"R-really? How did Tame die?"

"I've seen people say she's hung up in the Art room, and there's a wound on her head."

"Suicide..?"

"I heard what kind of personality she has. How could she commit suicide all of a sudden?"

Suddenly, someone picked up a loudspeaker and shouted, it was a person from the Preparatory Course's Management Board:

"All students today are asked to stay home until the case is resolved, except those who are involved in the case. Those who are not involved do not hang around the scene, otherwise, they will be counted as being related to the murder and will be taken to the police station for testimony."

All the students immediately left and the police put nets around the outside of the building.

At that time, in Tomoyo's class, there were a few students who also looked out curiously.

"Is someone dead?" - Kanryo asked.

"You just heard what the management said." - Genjitsu sat near the window, but still looked out.

"I heard the victim was in our age... I wonder if anyone here has been dragged into this?" Sunny asked worriedly.

"Stop it you guys. You're grown up, why are you looking out there? It's a school murder case, it's not a simple matter." - Mattia sighed.

"I heard that the student named Tame had a wound on her head, and her body was hung up in class. Then that means the killer beat Tame to death and hung her up, like a fake suicide... I guess." Kiyo said. "But Mattia's right, stop looking outside."

Tomoyo sat there quietly, saying nothing.

Neon is in the same class as Tame... I wonder if he has anything to do with the case...

***

As a mediator to Tame and another classmate's conflicts, Neon had to testify.

What the police asked, he answered, very honestly. He knew that he was innocent.

After it was proved that Neon was innocent, they let him go.

All the clues at the scene and outside are increasingly linked. They claim to have found a residue of the Preparatory Course shirt in the backyard, identified as female, with a part of sticky blood on it. The shirt was not intact, it was partially burned.

There was a large bloodstain in the hallway, and there were handprints on the victim's floor, indicating that Tame was killed there and this was not a suicide.

In the trash can, the police found half of the baseball bat, the other half - the head - was not found in the school.

They tried to check the fingerprints, but in the end, found nothing.

The next day, another murder occurred in the Preparatory Course building. The victim was the one who had a conflict with Tame, also hanged, but in a normal classroom. There were no wounds on her body, only a wound on her neck caused by the rope hanging up.

Thanks to the witnesses and clues found it was determined that the perpetrator hung herself in the classroom.

They determined that both victims had had personal conflicts. Because of her enmity, that female classmate directly killed Tame with a burning ball, then hung it up to stage suicide. But she left quite a few loopholes and people around were suspicious. Feeling remorse for her actions and wanting to escape guilt, she committed suicide.

And so the case was solved, but with an unexpected ending.

Students are allowed to return to school, but only 10th graders.

Because of the two previous cases and lack of human resources, Cosmic Vietnam asked the school to send 11th-grade students to military service, instead of waiting until 12th grade.

The principal was unexpected by Cosmic Vietnam's decision and wanted to ask questions, but he threatened to cut support costs if he didn't comply.

Finally, the principal must follow him and broadcast the notice to the Preparatory Course as well.

This was a bit of a surprise for Neon, as he thought he would be enlisting next year, not this year.

Moreover, he will have to be far away from his family, away from school, away from Tomoyo...

This afternoon is the last afternoon at school, he just needs to go up and pull out his application.

After the procedure here was completed, he returned. Out in the middle of the schoolyard, he found Tomoyo - who didn't know anything, was waiting for him.

"Neon! You're late."

Tomoyo holds the music draft for Neon to see:

"Look, it's a new song. It's a bit more advanced, usually for people who want to play harder, you want to give it a try?"

Not wanting to refuse, but the boy still shook his head in pain:

"I can't play, I'm busy."

"Well... that's fine." - Tomoyo is a bit regretful.

Neon left her there, planning to leave. But Tomoyo called him back:

"Hey, Neon!"

"Huh?" - He turned back.

"I..." - She blushed slightly.

A somewhat awkward silence enveloped the entire space. Tomoyo seemed to have something stuck in her heart, but she couldn't get it out.

In the end, Tomoyo brushed off what she wanted to say:

"No, it's nothing. Sorry... Just go home."

Neon was still standing there looking at her, but he was still full of regret and hesitation, he didn't want to be away from Tomoyo forever.

He really wanted to play the piano one last time and try to play the violin for his friend, but perhaps he does not have enough time anymore.

Neon walked up to Tomoyo, took Tomoyo's hand, and pushed something into it. When he finished, he quickly turned and walked out of the schoolyard.

Tomoyo... I really want to say: I have a talent, but it's still undiscovered, and I want to dig it up and cherish it.. but I can't.

Please continue to bring your energy and talents to the general atmosphere of your class, which I have never accomplished.

Tomoyo opened her hand and find a carefully taped package. When she opened it at home, it was clear photos of both her class and Neon's class taken from last year.

Right on the package, it says:

"Perhaps the both of us will never see each other again, but the good memories here shall last forever. And there will be new ones that will be created by you."