The Person in the Real Sect Only Wants to Drop Out Section 11

"Let me make this clear first—I didn't lose to you, I lost to the law. Don't think I've submitted!"

Ryuen said this first.

After some discussion.

Soon, three copies of the settlement agreement were written.

Private Settlement Agreement

Party A: Ryuen Kaito (Perpetrator) Student ID Number: XXXXXXXX

Party B: Bai Lan (Victim) Student ID Number: XXXXXXXX

On April 3rd, Year XX, Party A attempted to use violence to coerce Party B into revealing commercially valuable information. Party B exercised justifiable defense to protect their personal safety and property.

During the incident, Party A caused significant mental distress to Party B, leaving psychological trauma.

Party B also caused some physical injury to Party A in the process of defense.

Party A deeply regrets their actions and wishes to repent.

Therefore, Party B disregards the minor physical injuries sustained and voluntarily compensates Party A with 500,000 private points as compensation for mental distress, lost work, lost schooling, and nutritional expenses.

Upon signing, 80,000 points shall be paid immediately.

The remaining 420,000 points shall be repaid gradually using any portion of Party A's monthly disposable income exceeding 20,000 points, with a minimum monthly repayment of 80,000 points, until fully settled, within a limit of three months.

Additionally, each month, the remaining unpaid balance shall immediately increase by 10% as interest.

Party A Signature: Ryuen Kaito

Party B Signature: Bai Lan

Signing Date: April 3rd, Year XX

Two identical copies of the settlement agreement—Bai Lan and Ryuen, the boy named Ryuen Kaito, each held one.

With this, everyone would just pretend nothing had happened earlier.

Only, Bai Lan had made another profit.

And the title of "the poorest person in the entire grade" had landed on this guy named Ryuen Kaito.

"Don't think you've won just because of this!" Ryuen Kaito tucked away the settlement agreement and pen, then fled in disgrace.

Ryuen walked toward the classroom, only to find Bai Lan following behind him the whole way.

"What are you still following me for?" Ryuen said angrily.

Bai Lan: "I haven't sold my information yet. I was planning to go to your class to sell it."

"Oh right, information!" Ryuen finally realized what he'd taken this beating for. "How much? I'll buy it."

Bai Lan: "Do you still have any money?"

Ryuen: "The others in Class C do. What's theirs is mine. I'll 'convince' them."

"That confident?"

"I'll write another IOU! Same terms—three months to repay, with interest."

"Fine, I'm rooting for you. But since you're so confident, I need this portion repaid within this month."

Ryuen gritted his teeth. "Deal."

Since he hadn't managed to sell any information in Class B, there was still plenty to sell.

Selling information required signing contracts, which meant needing paper again.

Ryuen ran back toward the classroom once more.

Half a minute later, Ryuen returned.

But this time, he'd wised up a bit and brought an entire notebook...

Bai Lan typed the titles of the information he'd specially reserved for Class C onto his phone and sent them over.

The titles were all the kind that sparked curiosity:

"School's Basis for Evaluating Classes and Individuals (Already Bought Out)"

"Information Purchase Records (Current)"

"13 Ways to Use Points!"

"Tips for Improving Advancement/Employment Rates"

"Why Are You in Class C?"

Among them, Bai Lan made the text for "School's Basis for Evaluating Classes and Individuals (Already Bought Out)" and "Information Purchase Records (Current)" larger, bolder, and glittering.

Sometimes, knowing that your opponent has grasped some important information—that fact itself is also important information.

You don't know the specifics, but you can gain benefits through imitation, probing, and indirectly leveraging important information held by others...

After picking and choosing, Ryuen finally curled his five fingers into a loose grip:

"I want it all!"

"Fifty thousand total—are you buying it outright?"

"Buy!"

"Three classes, fifty thousand each, total one hundred fifty thousand. Today's bundle price is only: one hundred thousand! Ryuen-kun, you're making a killing! You're saving fifty thousand!"

13, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's Disaster

After selling the information.

Bai Lan currently had 1.13 million private points in "cash," plus the 1.42 million Ryuen owed him with interest, bringing his total assets to 2.55 million.

"Chaos Strike" had been activated.

Now he just waited for the storm to rise.

There was still some time before the entrance ceremony. Bai Lan planned to find something like a "bulletin board" to check.

He wanted to see if there were any recent cases of punishment or even expulsion.

He needed to learn from his seniors and study their advanced expulsion techniques.

Not long after, the new students left their classrooms to attend the entrance ceremony.

Before the ceremony began.

Bai Lan, who had already wandered around several places on campus, arrived at the auditorium on time. He stood in the area assigned to First-year Class D, slipping into the line like nothing was wrong under everyone's piercing gazes.

The opening ceremony officially started.

It was all the same routine.

Important figures gave speeches, spouted grand principles, and dangled the school's advertised promises—things like "high advancement and employment rates" and "you won't regret coming here."

Soon, the ceremony ended.

After the ceremony.

Even though it was only noon.

There were no more tasks for the day. The remaining time was free for students to explore. The new students had an afternoon and evening to get familiar with the school.

Tomorrow, under the homeroom teacher's guidance, the new students would receive their textbooks and then start formal classes.

Hirata Yosuke.

A man who wanted to be like a mother to all his classmates, unwilling to abandon anyone, loving everyone equally, and especially afraid of and hating school violence. He hoped to create a class where everyone could coexist harmoniously and care for each other.

He was also the handsome boy who had stepped forward today, maintaining a good attitude while seeking an explanation from Bai Lan.

Hirata had originally planned to build a harmonious class structure as much as possible within the day.

According to his original arrangement, he intended to guide the students through self-introductions and then organize a gathering after the entrance ceremony.

But then...

Self-introductions—never happened.

Class gathering...

Hirata thought it over and decided to postpone.

He deeply felt that Bai Lan's behavior was somewhat strange.

Perhaps Bai Lan wasn't deliberately acting out of sync with the class.

Thinking this made him both frustrated and relieved.

Frustrated, because the gathering couldn't happen.

After all, before the "misunderstanding" was cleared up, inviting Bai Lan to the gathering would mean no one could have fun.

But if they didn't invite him, it would seem like they were ostracizing him.

Relieved, because in his view, if it really was just a misunderstanding...

Then wouldn't clearing up that misunderstanding prevent the class from falling into the worst possible outcome?

Think about it—someone who didn't fit in and had just provoked the entire class on the first day—what would he face? It was easy to guess.

Without a doubt, it would be bullying, bullying, and more bullying.

He didn't want to experience that again.

Just the thought of the word "bullying" made him unable to stop recalling that unbearable past.

Because of what happened back then, Hirata—despite being excellent in studies, sports, personality, appearance, and social skills—had been placed in Class D, a pile of trash and rejects.