"Why should we mix with you Class C people?"
"Huh? You Class D are the rubbish, right? Don't forget how it fell!"
The saliva flew everywhere and the face turned red.
In this cold Gymnasium, human selfishness is infinitely magnified.
Neither party wants to give in, both want to obtain even 0.1 times more benefits for their class, or themselves, within limited rules.
Finally.
There is really no other way.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the teachers began to look at me impatiently.
If we don't decide, we may not even be able to divide into groups. All members will be Expulsion.
This fear eventually overwhelmed greed.
"... divided into three groups."
The two sides finally reached some kind of resentful compromise.
"Since no one wants to be that Small Group with only a few people and extremely low magnification, then everyone should stop trying to get high scores. Distribute it equally."
33 people.
Divide into three equal parts.
There are 11 people in each group.
Although the magnification rate of 11 people is far inferior to that of 15 people, it is definitely higher than the magnification rate of less than 10 people.
This is a number that is neither good nor bad.
Then there is the battle for personnel composition.
Since they are mixed, in order to get the bonus of "multiple classes", no matter how disgusting they feel, Class C and Class D must hold their noses and breathe.
"We want to take the majority of both groups!"
"Fart! Why?"
"Just because we Class D have more people than you!"
Another round of useless quarrel.
Finally, just before action was about to begin, the plan was finally finalized.
Group D is led by Class C.
10 Class C students, with 1 Class D student.
Group E is led by Class D.
10 Class D students, with 1 Class C student.
Group F.
4 Class C, 7 Class D.
As for the person in charge...
There were many people from Class D, so in the end, the person from Class D took the position of person in charge.
That's it.
In this morning full of quarrels, calculations and compromises.
The six Small Group of first grade boys have finally been completely settled.
The balance of victory and defeat is already out of balance before the game even begins.
The first three groups occupy all the advantageous resources and the highest multiplier.
And these three groups are actually under the direct or indirect control of Class A.
The remaining three groups can only struggle on Passing Score.
After they were divided into groups, something unexpected happened.
The first graders clearly felt that there were more people around them.
The first person to catch the eye was the second grade student.
The ones at the front are Blond Man, Miyabi Nagumo.
The current Student Council President is the man who actually controls the second grade and is preparing to completely transform this school named Advanced Nurturing High School into his "playground".
Behind him are third-year students.
The man walking at the core of the third-grade team wears glasses and has a stern expression.
Former Student Council President, Horikita Manabu.
"Yo."
Miyabi Nagumo stopped and glanced at the first-grade teams that had been mixed according to their classes.
"I thought it would take a little more time, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly."
He chuckled, the sound was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout Full Court.
He glanced back behind him.
"Have the second and third grade classes been sorted out as well?"
No one needs to answer, the neat and uniform position is the best answer.
"Since everyone is so efficient, then..."
Miyabi Nagumo did not step onto the podium, but stood directly in the center of the venue.
"I have a plan here, I hope you first graders can listen to it."
Although he said "I hope to hear it", his unquestionable tone was clearly giving an order.
"According to the original schedule, the construction of 'Large Group'... that is, the kneading of Small Group from three grades should be carried out at eight o'clock tonight."
"But don't you think that's too Waste of Time?"
He spread his hands and looked around.
"It's just past noon now, and everyone is very energetic. Instead of waiting here until night, why not stay here and book Large Group in advance."
"Next... should we directly form Large Group?"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
"Um... isn't this against the rules?"
A first-year student raised his hand timidly, his voice getting smaller and smaller under Miyabi Nagumo's gaze, "Isn't it written on the schedule..."
"Schedules are dead, people are alive." Miyabi Nagumo interrupted him directly.
"School Authority also didn't expect that we would schedule Small Group so quickly, so they would arrange such a conservative timetable. You see, even the teachers in charge of supervision now have expressions on their faces that say, 'Since the students have finished their work, let them be.'"
He pointed to the silent teachers not far away.
Indeed, no faculty member came out to stop Nagumo's ultra vires behavior.
"The next step is to build Large Group directly, which will not only save us the trouble at night, but also give us more time to run in."
"It seems that everyone has no objection."
Miyabi Nagumo nodded with satisfaction, and then he threw out the crucial "methodology".
"Since we want to form a team, we must have a sequence."
"There are six Small Group in the first grade now, right?"
"Then let the six representatives of the first grade Small Group come out."
He raised a finger and shook it gently.
"In the simplest and fairest way...Rock Paper Scissors."
"Determine the order of nominations through Rock Paper Scissors. The winning Small Group will get priority. According to the order, nominate the person you want to cooperate with from the Small Group who have been divided into second and third grade."
"Whether you want Senpai who is strong or you want Senpai who is easy to get along with... as long as you win Rock Paper Scissors, it's up to you to choose."
This sounds like a tempting proposition.
Giving weak, unintelligible first-year students a chance to "choose".
But.
"...Wait a minute."
Horikita Manabu, who had been silent all this time, took a step forward.
"Nagumo. I don't think this proposal is fair."
"Oh?"
Miyabi Nagumo turned around and faced the former president he had always wanted to destroy, the smile in his eyes getting deeper.
"What's so unfair? Isn't Horikita Senpai. Rock Paper Scissors the purest game of probability in the world?"
"The probability is fair, but the premise is that 'those present have equal information'."
Horikita Manabu's voice was calm and powerful. He did not look at Nagumo, but instead turned his attention to the first-year students.
"First-year students have been in school for less than a year. They know very little about the internal conditions of second- and third-year students."
"Except for people like you and me who are more conspicuous at the moment, they have no idea which Small Group has high Academic Ability, which Small Group has excellent physical fitness, or which Small Group has...'landmines' buried in it that may explode at any time."
"In this situation where the intelligence is absolutely unequal, let them 'name' them."
"This is not called choice."
Horikita Manabu's words hit the nail on the head.
If you don't even know what product you want to choose, then what's the point of the so-called "right of first refusal"?
You may even have chosen garbage wrapped in beautiful Wrapping Paper out of ignorance.
"If you are really doing it for their own good, you should give them enough time to disclose information, or let the senior students do the reverse matching."
Faced with Horikita Manabu's accusations, Miyabi Nagumo was not angry.
"Haha..."
"Should I say that I am worthy of being Horikita Senpai? He is always so righteous and so... rigid."
"Want a fair decision? That kind of thing is an illusion that cannot exist in this world."
"In terms of results, the differences between the respective intelligence volumes are unavoidable."
"They don't know the intelligence. That's their own problem. It's their laziness in not collecting intelligence."
"Is it possible that in society, there will be competitors who will kindly tell you all the details of their company and then compete fairly with you?"
Miyabi Nagumo opened his arms, as if declaring his creed to everyone.
"The strong use intelligence to plunder, and the weak are plundered because of their ignorance. This is the rule."