Tsk, what bad luck, running into Kushida again.

Akasaka went to the convenience store and reluctantly spent 193 yen on instant noodles, and it wasn't even cup noodles, it was packet noodles.

This made Akasaka even more desperate.

193 yen, converted to RMB, is 12.3 yuan. If this were in Dragon Country, he could buy 12 jin of potatoes, or 12 jin of sweet potatoes, enough to eat for several days.

Even if he bought instant noodles, the cheaper kind, he could buy 12 packs.

Even if he were extravagant and bought cup noodles, the kind that were close to expiring for 2.5 yuan a cup, he could buy about 5 cups.

The more Akasaka compared, the more he felt the yen was worthless.

The money was spent too quickly, he couldn't accept it...

Akasaka took a bag of instant noodles and shamelessly asked for a plastic bag.

The store clerk looked at him strangely at the time, but he didn't mind. He'd be a bastard not to take advantage of freebies.

Akasaka returned home in low spirits, the reason for his low spirits being that he had spent 193 yen, breaking his five-day streak of zero expenses, and felt dejected.

After all, he hadn't spent a single cent in the past five days.

As soon as Akasaka returned to the dormitory, he ran into Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who was out buying a drink, and greeted him.

"Yo, Ayanokoji, good evening!"

Ayanokoji stood by the vending machine, picked up a can of drink, and nodded calmly. "Good evening, Akasaka. Just got back from the Student Council?"

"Yeah..."

I couldn't help but feel a bit dejected, but I still replied politely. "Student Council work is very busy. If there weren't bonus points to earn, I wouldn't bother taking it."

"Oh? Are you short on money, Akasaka?" Ayanokoji asked, seemingly casually, but actually gathering information.

Through his observations over the past two days, Ayanokoji had learned that Akasaka Ryunosuke was very short on money.

He could guess this from his usual frugal lifestyle.

After all, what normal student would eat free meals every day and refuse to spend a single cent?

Even when buying daily necessities, he would pick free goods. Judging by his appearance, he wasn't just a little short on money.

This was the conclusion Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had reached through his observations over the past few days.

Akasaka admitted it frankly, as he wasn't hiding anything. Anyone who used a little brain could tell he was short on money.

Seeing that he had admitted it, Ayanokoji didn't ask any more questions. Everyone has their privacy, and if you want to get along well with someone, you shouldn't pry too much.

Silence fell between the two, neither of them speaking.

At this moment, Akasaka kindly chimed in. "Should we go out for a stroll?"

"Ah, but I still need to go back to sleep," Ayanokoji showed a troubled expression, but he didn't refuse.

After all, on the surface, this was his only friend at school.

Since Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had made a friend, he wasn't hanging out with the Idiot Trio like in the original work, which was cause for celebration.

After all, those three guys had given Ayanokoji quite a bit of worry.

The two walked together, starting to wander around.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka looked at Akasaka beside him, his eyes dark and unreadable.

He knew very well that this was a talented individual.

After interacting with him for these past few days, Akasaka's actions and behavior had deeply captivated him.

It wasn't an attraction born of admiration, but rather a feeling of shared suffering.

The other person was also striving towards a certain goal, perhaps he had debts outside.

And himself? He just wanted to live an ordinary life. If anyone dared to disturb his ordinary life...

Ayanokoji crushed the soda can in his hand, deforming it with force.

No matter who it was, if they dared to disturb his ordinary life, he would eliminate them. And Akasaka beside him was a tool that could be used...

The other person would probably do most things for money, and he could use this point to manipulate him from behind the scenes.

As long as he made money for the other person, they probably wouldn't mind him using them as a tool for this small matter.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka thought to himself.

Akasaka was also thinking to himself.

Ayanokoji was a person who could be used, but he was a double-edged sword. If not handled well, he would be in trouble.

But based on his performance in the original work, the other person just wanted an ordinary life. If he could satisfy that, then the other person would probably understand him using him as a tool for this small matter, right?

The thoughts of the two were surprisingly consistent; both wanted to use the other to achieve their own goals.

Both of them had their fair share of schemes...

Just then, there was a noise from the guardrail in the distance, accompanied by sounds of banging and curses.

And the target of the curses seemed to be Akasaka himself...

"Damn you, Akasaka! Don't think I don't know you sometimes peek at Old Lady's breasts! Damn it! Acting all aloof?"

"Old Lady is talking to you! How dare you ignore me!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A youthful and cute beautiful girl was fiercely kicking the guardrail with her foot, cursing someone.

Ayanokoji looked strangely at Akasaka beside him, wanting to speak but stopping. Although he didn't say anything, it seemed like he said everything.

And I, hearing this damn noise, couldn't help but twitch my eyelids, remembering that in the original work, there seemed to be such a scene.

Tsk, I'm really unlucky. Kushida Kikyo's outrageous actions actually made me encounter this. I clearly didn't want to get involved with her, so why am I always entangled with her?

Is heaven deliberately trying to mess with me?

"Who is it?!"

The girl who was banging on the guardrail seemed to sense someone nearby and immediately became vigilant, her eyes turning exceptionally cold.

She was like a completely different person from her daytime self.

During the day, she was like a blooming flower, so youthful, moving, and beautiful, the dream lover of all boys.

But at this moment, her eyes were exceptionally cold, even carrying a hint of sharpness.

Ayanokoji and I walked out from the shadows, both with our hands in our pockets, calmly looking at Kushida Kikyo before us.

Seeing it was the two of us, the sharpness in Kushida's eyes instantly dissipated, returning to the daytime Kushida the angel. She smiled and walked towards us step by step.

And Ayanokoji and I also took steps backward, step by step.

Seeing this, Kushida hurriedly quickened her pace, jogging to the front of us two, grabbed our red ties, stopping our attempts to escape, and said with a smile.

"You both saw... right?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka said expressionlessly, "Is it too late to say I didn't see it now?"

Akasaka beside him was also speechless. "I didn't want to see it. I was just passing by. Can you let me go? I swear I won't tell anyone."

Kushida didn't believe their verbal promises. She dragged both of them into her room, intending to have a good talk with them.