Yuto Amasawa wants to threaten the student council president?

She had intended to go up and greet her brother, to express the longing of three years apart, but instead of receiving his approval, she had been struck by him.

Horikita Suzune endured the pain as she sat on the chair beside the vending machine.

Although she could feel that her brother had held back, it was still, inevitably, so heartbreaking.

Was her existence truly such a disgrace to him?

Was it really so unacceptable to him that they were merely on the same campus?

She felt the strength draining from her body bit by bit. Her goals, her pride—they all seemed so worthless, like a clay doll washed away by water, leaving nothing but a mess behind.

Was there truly no point in staying at this school?

Her eyes slowly lost focus, and her vision blurred.

Horikita Manabu turned and walked away.

After rounding the corner and reaching a spot where Horikita Suzune could no longer see him, he stopped.

"Come out."

"As expected, I couldn't escape the notice of the student council president." Stepping out from the shadows was Amasawa Yuto, who had witnessed the entire ordeal.

"Couldn't escape? Wasn't it you who intentionally made noise to get my attention?" Horikita Manabu adjusted his glasses, his gaze sharp. "I heard a girl's voice; I presume you have a companion."

He must be referring to the noise Morishita Ran made, Amasawa Yuto thought helplessly.

"I do, but I had them go look after your sister. By the way, you were really ruthless; how could you lay such a heavy hand on your own sister? Aren't you worried about her at all?"

Horikita Manabu's eyes turned cold. "I was merely greeting my sister. You can go confirm that with her yourself. Furthermore, if you are talking about being worried for Suzune, she is not so weak that she requires my pity."

What is this guy rambling about?

Amasawa Yuto felt a vein pop on his forehead. He hits her, then says she's strong and doesn't need his pity?

Horikita Manabu continued, "So, what is your purpose in appearing before me now? Amasawa Yuto of Class A."

If you could, please don't say my full name; it makes me think of a certain purple-haired king of cold jokes. Amasawa Yuto really wanted to retort like that.

"You know the name of an ordinary student like me? Is the student council president's memory really that redundant?"

"An ordinary student? You? Don't joke around. You had a perfect score on all subjects in the entrance exam, and you were the only first-year to get a perfect score on the quiz at the end of April, weren't you?"

"It seems getting perfect scores really was too flashy, then?"

"And at the club orientation—you haven't forgotten that, have you?" Horikita Manabu's gaze seemed as if it wanted to see right through this student, Amasawa Yuto.

He was talking about Masumi Kamuro's ringtone. As expected, he had already noticed him and Sakayanagi. However, since he was already face-to-face with the student council president, there was no need to bring up Sakayanagi's name.

"If I said it wasn't intentional, would you believe me?"

"I don't care about such trivial matters." Horikita Manabu kept his gaze fixed on Amasawa Yuto, continuing to press him: "What is your purpose in showing yourself now?"

If you don't care, then don't bring it up.

"My purpose?" Amasawa Yuto took out his phone, which displayed the video he had just recorded. However, because it was very dark and the distance was great, the clarity of the footage was quite limited.

"What if I said I wanted to expose this and use it to blackmail the student council president?"

"Are you saying... you're threatening me?" There was a hint of danger in Horikita Manabu's tone. "But I don't see that you have the capital to threaten me. This video is too blurry to make anything out. How do you expect me to be convinced by your empty words?"

Amasawa Yuto looked at his phone. Indeed, aside from being able to tell there were two people, one couldn't even distinguish their genders. It really made one worry about the phone's performance provided by the school.

However, based on Amasawa Yuto's observations, although the camera quality was trash, the audio recording quality was actually quite decent.

But since his phone was currently in video mode, he naturally couldn't record audio at the same time, and Horikita Manabu's previous words didn't provide any points worth attacking.

"Do you think I was the only one closest to you just now?" Amasawa Yuto spoke up. He had already warned Horikita Manabu that he had multiple accomplices.

In this way, Horikita Manabu had only heard Morishita Ran's voice, so he must have had no clue where Tsubaki Yuki was.

In reality, the clear video was on Tsubaki Yuki's phone, which had recorded the entire process of him hitting someone—

"Stop bluffing." Horikita Manabu raised a hand. "I know far better than you how terrible the resolution is on the phones issued by this school. Even if you were only ten meters away, you wouldn't be able to distinguish between a man and a woman in this darkness, unless you used a flash."

Is this a loss due to an information gap?

"And let me tell you one thing. If you are trying to frame me for laying a hand on my sister, this school's tolerance for violence is much greater than you imagine. As long as both parties don't report it, the school will turn a blind eye. And even if both parties do report it, the final arbitration power for student affairs lies with the student council. Do you understand?"

So that's how it is. It matched the Sudo assault incident from the original story.

Amasawa Yuto nodded: "I apologize, student council president. It was my rashness. It's just that as a brother, I also have a younger sister. Seeing an incompetent brother made me think of my own sister, and my anger got the better of me. Please don't take it to heart."

After saying this, he deleted the video from his phone right in front of Horikita Manabu.

Then, he stared into Horikita Manabu's eyes and handed the phone over: "This is my sincerity. You can check it to ensure I don't have a backup. If you want compensation in points, I will also do my best."

Horikita Manabu took the phone and flipped through it casually. Amasawa Yuto stepped back a few paces to show respect.

"Tch, I thought you might have a photo of your sister on your phone."

Of course, there wouldn't be any previous photos on the phone's memory card; they could only be downloaded from an external cloud drive. Surely Horikita Manabu wouldn't have done that himself, would he?

"Here." Horikita Manabu held the phone up in mid-air. Because Amasawa Yuto had stepped back a few paces, it seemed he was waiting for Amasawa Yuto to come forward and take it himself.

Amasawa Yuto looked into his eyes, stepped forward, and reached out to take his phone—

However, Horikita Manabu suddenly loosened his grip, and Amasawa Yuto's phone plummeted toward the ground.

Following this was a powerful, sweeping high kick. The wind whistled sharply, like an iron pillar being swung with brute force, carving a low, flat arc straight toward Amasawa Yuto's temple.

This kick had been coiled and ready for a long time. There was not a moment's hesitation between the release of the phone and the launch of the leg; it was clear that the release itself had been the trigger for the attack—

Using the falling phone to distract his opponent, then delivering the finishing blow with a high kick.

Horikita Manabu's movements were clean and crisp, without a shred of wasted motion.

But in that split second, Amasawa Yuto had already reacted. He leaned backward, shifting his center of gravity, his entire body coiling like a bent spring.

Horikita Manabu's kick grazed past the tip of his nose, the movement so fast that his necktie whipped upward into the air.