I Plan to Transfer Classes

Countless compliments surrounded Kushida Kikyo, and she thoroughly enjoyed them, yet she still acted modest, smiling as she deflected.

"But the knowledge from the study sessions is your own. This test was just a coincidence—it's not as exaggerated as everyone says."

Her words only made the others admire her even more.

"Kushida, you're too humble. Without you, a lot of people might not have even passed."

"Exactly, those problems weren't meant for normal people!"

Sitting in his seat, listening to the sycophantic praise, Gojo Satoru wasn't surprised—this was expected from the start.

"Satoru, let's talk outside."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka came over to Gojo's desk and called out softly.

"Sure."

"So? What's your take on Horikita now?"

The two walked side by side through the campus, and Gojo was a bit curious.

"A bit unexpected. Arrogant, overestimates her own abilities."

True enough.

From the other's account earlier, he'd more or less grasped the gist of it.

At first, Ayanokoji just gave Horikita old test papers and passed along some information.

But she seemed to have figured out from the list of abandoned students that he was the mastermind.

She took it upon herself to hand the papers to Kushida Kikyo, who distributed them to the whole class—everyone except him.

Was it out of spite? Thinking she could do better, that she didn't need to abandon anyone, acting like she was Horikita Manabu.

"Are you angry?"

Seeing Gojo silent, Ayanokoji was a bit puzzled. Even if he'd predicted this from the start, actually having it happen would still be infuriating, right?

But he was overthinking it. There was no need for anger at all.

"I don't really care. From the moment you stepped in, I wasn't the main force anymore.

In fact, I never planned to get involved in the first place. It's thankless work and a waste of my time.

The bigger their problems get now, the more it'll just wear you out. No matter which class I graduate from, it won't affect my future."

'I see?'

Hearing an unexpected answer, Ayanokoji was a bit surprised.

"Didn't you already promise Chabashira-sensei?"

"Aren't you already on the track? It doesn't matter which of us crosses the finish line first, right?"

'He really knows how to slack off.'

Realizing the other was going to wash his hands of it, Ayanokoji felt a bit helpless.

"So what are you planning next?"

Asked that, Gojo was a bit stumped. Class D had too many problem children; staying would only drain his energy. It was time to have some fun in another class.

"I'll probably transfer to Class B first. Compared to my current class, I'd rather go hang out with my girlfriend."

'He already has that many points?'

Ayanokoji was shocked. It had been less than two months since school started, and he'd already scraped together 20 Million Private Points.

But it sounded like he had far more than that. Still, if he could transfer classes, why not go to Class A?

"I remember Satoru has a girlfriend in Class A, right?

Why not go to Class A instead of Class B?"

"Oh, that. Mainly because Class A's atmosphere is too stiff—no fun at all. Class B has a lot of cute girls, and those people talk nicely."

Stunned by that answer, Ayanokoji didn't know what to say.

After all that talk, was it still about chasing girls?

Was dating really that interesting?

But it didn't matter anymore. It seemed the other didn't care which class ended up on top, as long as he could help break free from that person's control.

The process didn't matter—only the outcome of victory counted.

Before they knew it, they'd reached the shopping district.

Because the midterm exam was over, the first-year students had perked up again.

They entered a café and sat down, ordering a pile of desserts and two cups of cappuccino.

Due to the café's decor, the patrons were almost all girls, and the place was nearly full.

Because of his striking appearance, countless gazes were drawn their way.

Gojo Satoru didn't react much—he'd been through this kind of attention too many times.

But Ayanokoji was having a harder time. He'd just wanted to blend in as a nobody, and suddenly being under all those stares made him visibly restless.

Despite the stares, the girls were also watching each other, waiting to see who would make the first move.

But their expectations were about to be dashed. The first to approach wasn't a girl, but a boy with high-quality golden hair.

"Sunglasses Boy, what a coincidence. I can't believe you found this place too.

How is it? The desserts and coffee are both delicious, right?"

Without paying any attention to Ayanokoji Kiyotaka beside him, Koenji Rokusuke sat down right next to Gojo, and the two senior girls behind him followed suit.

As soon as he settled in, Koenji reached for a small cake to try.

!!!!!

But his movement suddenly froze, a chill flooding his entire body!

"If you want to keep that hand, don't move."

A cold voice came from Gojo Satoru's mouth, and the café was instantly enveloped in that icy aura, centered on Koenji.

How terrifying.

Koenji was more shocked than anyone. Just the presence alone made him tremble—was this even human?

He'd always thought of himself as the greatest genius since childhood, never expecting to meet someone like this.

"Hahaha~

Just kidding. You wouldn't mind, would you, Koenji?"

Seeing the atmosphere grow too tense, Gojo slipped back into his playful demeanor.

But Koenji didn't think it was a joke.

He pulled his hand back, his stiff expression returning to a smile.

"Quite the joke you've made there, Gojo."

Though it was hard to believe, he had indeed been intimidated, and even his address had unconsciously shifted to a normal form.

The senior girls beside him were still trembling, sitting upright with their heads down, lost in thought.

"Oh, but what can I say? You were being rude, Koenji.

Taking things without permission isn't a good habit, and these are my favorite desserts."

Even though he was speaking with a smile, Koenji could still feel that pressure, silently surrounding him from all sides.

"My apologies. How about this?

To make up for it, I'll cover the bill for this table."

Koenji said it lightly, with a very generous tone.

It was just a table of desserts, but Gojo hadn't only ordered a lot—the prices were steep too. In total, it wouldn't cost less than 30,000 to 40,000 points.

But where did Koenji get that many points? Ayanokoji was curious.

Given the guy's lavish spending habits and no point income this month, how could he still pull out tens of thousands of points? Did he have another source?

"Isn't that obvious?

You've made quite a few points off me, you know. I'm being generous not asking for half."

Gojo directly hinted at the source of Koenji's points, then glanced at the senior girl with her head down, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

Noticing his gaze, Koenji decided not to hide it anymore.

I didn't expect him to guess so easily. He really is different from those other idiots.

"Hahaha, that's an interesting way to put it, Gojo. How can you say I made it off you?

It's those students who are too foolish. Most of them only see the surface and can't grasp true ability."