The Joker is the Trump Card of the Deck

After the blows dealt by the two Horikita in the previous two chapters, I have decided to change the way I write names once again.

It's definitely not because this allows me to increase the word count!

Hmph!

Makoto's private points had reached 15,367,000 at this moment. If a third party who didn't know him were to see his private point interface right now, they would only think their eyes were hallucinating.

How could anyone possibly collect such a massive amount of points in just over a month since the start of school?

To this, Makoto could only say:

Sorry, that is the difference between working a job and making money.

There is no future in just receiving the monthly private points issued by the school that are tied to class points; only the private points extorted... I mean, obtained from the upperclassmen are the real prize.

They have been at this school for two years already. Not to mention their monthly private point income, the number of private points awarded during special exams alone is quite substantial.

In the original work, Nagumo Miyabi was able to pay a price as high as 4,000,000 private points just to "play" with Ichinose Honami for a while.

This is the result of time accumulation, unlike existences like Makoto who are equivalent to green recruits and simply haven't had any initial accumulation yet.

Taking a small sip of hot milk, he returned to Dorm 301.

"You should look at the context here."

"No, even so, there would still be ambiguity. I think this option should be chosen last."

Kei had already entered the zone and was being tutored jointly by Honami and Kushida Kikyo.

Occasionally, Kushida Kikyo would also be tutored by Honami.

After all, in order to maintain good relationships with her peers, she doesn't have much time for studying on a daily basis.

Makoto had tried his best to minimize the noise he made returning to the dorm, but the three of them looked up at the door simultaneously as if they shared a telepathic connection.

Feeling a bit unnerved by the three of them staring at him, Makoto tentatively greeted them:

"I... I'm home?"

"Welcome back!"

Honami lunged into Makoto's arms with such force that he stumbled back a few steps.

Sniff.

"Hmm... there's no scent of other girls on you."

"Is Honami a dog in her past life?"

Makoto couldn't help but retort. It was a good thing he hadn't let that little girl Horikita Suzune get close to him, otherwise, who knows what would have happened?

"I'm a Cancer, and Makoto is the same as me!"

One is a zodiac sign and the other is a constellation; they are completely different, you know...

However, he really is a Cancer.

"Hehe, it's great that Makoto didn't go out to meet girls in secret!"

"Why would you say that? Honami should know I went to trade with Ayanokoji, right?"

"Because Makoto has a prior record, so I'm a little worried."

She was referring to that incident with Kushida Kikyo, even though that was truly just an accident.

Honami should be aware of that fact by now.

"Don't worry, Honami will always be number one in my heart."

Makoto raised his hand, his fingertips sliding through the soft, golden-pink hair of the person in his arms. The familiar scent of citrus drifted into his nostrils, making him involuntarily take a deep breath.

Ever since he once mentioned that this scent smelled good, Honami had never changed her shampoo.

I really hope this brand doesn't go out of business.

"How is the tutoring going?"

"The person who promised to do it was Makoto, but in the end, the ones teaching Kei are me and Kikyo. How do you plan to compensate us?"

"You... guys?"

Makoto pondered the implication of the word "guys," his brain spinning rapidly, though his brain contained nothing but spinning.

"Of course, if you only compensate me, that would be fine too."

Honami looked up and blinked her eyes, the little expression on her face being incredibly cute.

"Then what kind of reward does Honami want?"

Kei sat quietly in her seat, watching the two of them flirt, and recalled some short comics she had seen on the internet.

She has honey-colored hair, which could also be described as yellow hair.

In that case, will she, who fits the elements, become that character from the comics?

A gender-bent version of the yellow-haired guy?

"Makoto, just let me see your phone for a second."

"Sure."

Honami stated her condition, and Kushida Kikyo leaned in, wanting to take a look as well, but she was ruthlessly blocked by Honami's small hand.

Whether intentional or accidental, her hand landed exactly on the spot Makoto had touched before.

Makoto's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say anything he shouldn't have.

He had nothing to hide, and his phone was completely clean.

In truth, this wasn't really a reward at all; whenever Honami wanted to see his phone, he would have given it to her anyway.

Not far away, Kushida Kikyo, having been blocked, pouted aggrievedly and returned to her original spot.

Fine, she wouldn't look then, hmph! Stingy.

What on earth could she do to close the distance between herself and Makoto?

She pondered this question.

"All right."

Honami returned the phone to Makoto very quickly because the content inside was truly monotonous.

Aside from their daily chats, there were almost only notifications popping up from the class group chat.

All his other friends were in a "dead" state, only exchanging messages when something truly necessary came up.

"How was it?"

Makoto said, as if asking for credit, his face full of smugness.

"What are you being so smug about!" Honami pretended to be fierce and tapped Makoto on the head, "Go and make some proper friends!"

"...Okay."

Looking at Honami's fierce expression, Makoto replied, looking aggrieved.

That shouldn't be right? This... this isn't scientific!

Did Honami not see my heaven-shaking, earth-shattering amount of private points?

Makoto fell into a moment of self-doubt.

"I see that guy named Kanzaki Ryuji cares about you quite a bit, yet every time you just reply with 'Got it' or 'Understood.' Why don't you just reply with 'Received' while you're at it?"

Honami sounded quite frustrated with his lack of progress, beginning to lecture Makoto right in front of the other two.

Makoto wore an honest and simple-minded expression, not daring to resist in the slightest.

He had always known about this, but he never knew how to change it.

This... could he really be blamed for this?

...It seemed like it really was his fault.

He was a bit too introverted.

"Alright, alright, Honami, don't be so hard on Makoto. He's probably just a little... shy?"

Kushida Kikyo stood up to put in a good word for Makoto; she understood that Honami didn't actually want to do anything to him, and now she just needed someone to give her a way out.

"Hmph! With a guy like Makoto, you just have to push him, otherwise he won't do anything."

Honami secretly stroked the abdominal muscles on Makoto's stomach, though the expression on her face remained unmoved.

"Start changing tomorrow. I want to see results later on!"

"Yes, ma'am! Lady Honami!"

"Don't call me Lady!"

"Yes, Lady Honami! No problem, Lady Honami!"

Honami stood on her tiptoes and used a part of her body to directly block Makoto's mouth.

"..."

"Do you understand now?"

After standing firmly again, Honami stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, smiling as she asked.

"...Understood."

Although no one could get his joke, he had already touched the girl's heart.

Next, it was time for the joker to make an entrance.