“Bang!” In Class D’s classroom before the exam, a thin boy with glasses slammed his hand on the desk and stood up.
“Why do we, the good students, have to cooperate with those failing students and aim for low scores?
And Chabashira-sensei didn’t even say if there were any rewards for the top few places.
Are there any?” The way to determine failing grades for the midterms was to divide the class average for each subject by two.
Horikita Suzune had deduced this based on what Chabashira-sensei said about the passing line during the last smaller test.
To be safe, she stood on the podium and announced this fact.
“You don’t think the reward would be class points, do you?
Every class has a first place.
It’s impossible to imagine,” Horikita calmly retorted to Yukimura Teruhiko.
“At most, it’s just one private point.
Compared to the possibility of classmates dropping out, which is more important, I don’t need to tell you, right?” “Isn’t it their fault for not being good at studying?” Yukimura insisted on his stance.
Having ranked first in the smaller test, he discriminated equally against all those who weren’t good at studying.
“Is it the fault of me, who ranked first?” “What’s so great about being good at studying, you four-eyed frog?” “No wonder nobody hangs out with you.
Are you depressed and talking nonsense all by yourself?” Horikita didn’t tolerate the insulting words from Sudou and Yamauchi.
“You are the ones dragging the class down right now.
If you have the energy to talk, you might as well memorize a few more problems while you can.” “This woman, the only good thing about her is her face,” Yamauchi mumbled a couple of times and lowered his head.
Just as Horikita was about to say more to Yukimura, whose face was turning red, Hirata Yousuke stepped forward and offered his solution.
Since Yukimura wanted possible personal rewards, Hirata said that if there were rewards for the top scorers this time, he would personally pay out private points to those who ranked high in the smaller test.
Both Horikita and Yukimura were not satisfied with Hirata’s suggestion.
However, with the exam time approaching, they both had to compromise and agree.
Yukimura’s dissatisfaction stemmed from Hirata making him appear as if he were unreasonably making trouble.
The girls who admired Hirata looked at him with even colder eyes.
Horikita, on the other hand, was unhappy with Hirata indulging Yukimura too much.
If this were the case, would he be able to accommodate every disobedient student in the future?
As the class bell rang, everyone could only calm their emotions and focus their energy on the upcoming exam.
Soon, Hikigaya also received his exam paper.
He knew the answers to every question on the paper.
Controlling the scores was also incredibly simple.
Since his name had an “eight” in it, he planned to score eighty-eight on everything.
The morning exam quickly ended.
After the papers were collected by the teacher, Hikigaya slowly went to the cafeteria to eat with Ichinose and planned to return to the classroom for a nap.
“Stop messing around, Shiho.” After parting ways with Ichinose at the entrance of Class B, Hikigaya encountered two girls from Class C.
One of them, with brown twin-tails and a pink hairpin, was resisting the playful advances of a girl with a “gyaru” vibe similar to Karuizawa Kei.
Since both were holding open beverages, Hikigaya chose to walk along the wall, keeping a distance from them.
“I said, stop messing around.” As he brushed past the two girls, Hikigaya suddenly felt a heat on his back.
Something hot must have splashed onto his jacket.
It was likely the drink from one of the girls he had just seen.
Since his school uniform jacket wasn’t very thick, the heat was quite intense.
He immediately took off his jacket and held it in one hand as he looked at the two girls walking towards him.
“You should be more careful.
It’s not good if someone gets hurt.” “Sorry.” The girl called Shiho, with bangs held by a magenta hairpin, had an arrogant expression.
“We’ll get it expedited for dry cleaning right away, is that okay?” “No, it’s fine.
I’ll wash it myself.” “It’s our fault.
Please let us make amends, Hikigaya-kun.
If we lose class points because of this, Ryuen-kun will beat us.” The girl with brown twin-tails forcibly took Hikigaya’s jacket.
“I’m Yamashita Saki from Class C, and this is Manabe Shiho next to me.
We’ll return it to you soon.” Student disciplinary reviews were always in place.
Yamashita’s mention of the possibility of losing class points was real.
Hikigaya could only let the two girls take his jacket to “fix” it.
Was it a coincidence?
Back in the classroom, Hikigaya lay his head on his desk with his eyes closed.
The expressions of Yamashita and Manabe from Class C earlier didn’t seem unnatural, and their logic made sense.
However, since it involved Class C, he decided he would thoroughly inspect it when he got his jacket back.
Ryuen Kakeru was truly a talent when it came to underhanded tactics.
If his jacket returned with a cheat sheet hidden inside and he got reported, Hikigaya would be in deep trouble even if he wasn’t expelled.
Two minutes before the start of the last exam, Yamashita Saki returned his freshly dry-cleaned jacket.
A strong scent of laundry detergent wafted from it.
After carefully searching the jacket, he found only his room key card inside, not the expected cheat sheet.
Was it really a coincidence?
Still full of doubt, Hikigaya finished his last exam and walked up to Horikita Suzune.
“I remember you make your own dinner at night, right?” “Yes, what about it?” “Do me a favor.
Buy more groceries tonight and cook at my dorm.
After I’m done with student council work, I plan to treat the president to a meal.” Hikigaya leaned down and whispered in Horikita’s ear, placing his key card on her desk.
“Why so sudden!” Horikita Suzune’s expression showed both anticipation and worry.
She looked forward to her brother eating her home-cooked meal, but she wasn’t sure if she could make a dish that would satisfy him.
“If you don’t agree, I’ll just treat the president to instant noodles.
I’ll add a sausage at most.” “How dare you!” Horikita glared at Hikigaya and took the key card from his desk.
After dealing with Horikita Suzune, Hikigaya immediately sent a message to Shiina on his phone, asking her not to eat dinner yet and to wait for him.
Thinking that his room was still missing a table and cushions, he transferred fifty thousand private points to Horikita.
“My room is still missing a dining table and some cushions.
Please buy them for me.
You can have the table delivered from the supermarket.
I’ve already transferred the points to you, so buy whatever you like.” “Just some Hikigaya, don’t get too proud,” Horikita Suzune said as she punched Hikigaya hard in the stomach.
“This is my reward.” Ignoring Hikigaya, who was clutching his stomach, Horikita Suzune picked up her bag and left briskly.
Surprised that Horikita had resorted to physical violence, Hikigaya bent over for a while before straightening up.
His gaze met Ayanokouji Kiyotaka’s indifferent eyes.
“Are you alright?” “I’m fine.” “That’s good.” Without saying anything further, Ayanokouji walked over to the three idiots from Class D who were happily chatting and seamlessly joined their conversation.
Despite being questioned by the three idiots yesterday about hiding his abilities, he now acted as if nothing had happened.