Chapter 327

"Stop joking! Don't give it to that student either! Let's see if he dares to just snatch it!"

There were voices questioning, voices accusing, and voices telling Sakura Airi not to submit.

It seems like things are about to escalate into a conflict, and many people are actually looking forward to seeing Sakura Airi and refuse to pay, only to be met with a disgruntled expression from Asakusa Toru.

Ha, who would give him that money?

Everyone got a zero, and they'll all go to hell together.

Pretending.

Neuropathy.

Unfortunately, these people are destined to be disappointed.

The girl sitting in the last row, whose eyes were covered by long bangs, obediently opened the transfer interface on her Personal Terminal.

Then.

"It's over, it's over," she said.

The whole class fell silent.

"..."

No, you just gave it to me like that?

He's extorting you! He's robbing you!

What are you afraid of?! Everyone in the class is on your side!

The classmates were all indignant and puzzled. Although Sakura Airi gave off a rather aloof vibe, you can't just bully her like that!

"Received, okay, next one then."

Following the direction, Asakusa Toru walked straight towards Sudo Ken.

It's time to set an example and demonstrate the violence.

"Huh? You're planning to rob me?" Seeing Asakusa Toru approach him, Sudo Ken raised an eyebrow. "I'm telling you, I suggest you choose a more suitable target. You're only good at bullying girls, you've come to the wrong person."

He couldn't understand it. Shouldn't anyone with eyes be able to see his large build? Going after him was practically suicide.

With his strong physique, immense strength, and fiery red hair, he would be mistaken for a delinquent no matter where he was.

He doesn't deny that.

"Yes, that's right, I'm looking for you. Stop making me waste time and transfer the money."

However, Asakusa Toru in front of him paid no attention to his good intentions and instead launched a provocation without restraint.

Since that's the case, don't blame me.

Anyway, that woman covered the camera earlier, right?

His fist clenched in a fit of rage, then slammed down—

"--?!"

It was caught?!

The fist, which had been gathering power, was intended to slam into Asakusa Toru's face and knock him unconscious, but the momentum vanished completely halfway through, and it was easily caught by the iron-like hand.

Sudo's hands were bulging with veins as he exerted all his strength, and his face was turning red, but Asakusa Toru, who was holding his fist, still seemed to be handling it with ease.

"Stop messing around, transfer the money."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft cracking sound rang out, Sudo felt a twisting pain.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh--"

His hand was twisted.

"Don't shout, it's too noisy. I'll help you turn it back."

Just as Sudo Ken suddenly lost all strength and was about to cover his hand and sit back down screaming, Asakusa Toru and twisted his broken hand back into place.

The pain subsided considerably, but the lingering pain continued to stimulate his brain, completely extinguishing his will to fight.

"Huff, huff, huff, huff..."

Sudo was sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, his heart was racing, and his arms were trembling involuntarily; he was in a state of great panic.

This guy, this guy, this guy...

--He's not even human!

Sudo Suteng considered himself to be quite violent for his age, and his strong physique had always been a source of confidence for him.

But that force just now wasn't even explosive; it was simply, easily, and undeniably violent.

I can't beat him; I definitely can't beat him.

Besides, how could a normal broken hand injury be alleviated so much simply by twisting it back? Are you kidding me! It's not like he hasn't been injured before!

"Come on, transfer the money." As Sudo Suteng shouted in his heart, Asakusa Toru showed his Personal Terminal account again, urging him to transfer the money.

My heartbeat calmed down considerably, and my breathing became more even.

Sudo gritted his teeth and awkwardly turned the 90,000-degree turn with his left hand, which wasn't twisted.

The whole class fell silent.

Number of people who have received payment.

2/39

"..."

He... he's not going to just keep snatching them one by one, is he?

Are you serious?

If we continue in this order, the next person is Kanji Ike, and the next person after that is Yamauchi Haruki.

Only.

Asakusa Toru glanced in that direction, then casually turned around.

After receiving the money from the terrified Ijuin and the obedient Horikita Suzune who transferred the funds,

He stood in front of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

"Come, masterpiece!"

He said.

Side Story: Classroom of the Elite 4 - Everyone Scores Zero

... the greatest masterpiece.

He should know; since Horikita Suzune used that title, Asakusa Toru, who knew her, had no reason not to know.

Were they all involved in the White Room?

Combined with what Asakusa Toru just said about the plan to send everyone to hell with zero points...

Did these people come here to destroy the Advanced Nurturing?

If I remember correctly, this is based on my previous understanding and investigation.

Yes, that's right. The purpose of that man, Father, in building the White Room was actually to compete with Advanced Nurturing in terms of political achievements.

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

So...

The most reasonable and correct response I need to make right now.

Just obediently pay the money.

Having figured out this logic, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka grabbed his Personal Terminal, ready to transfer money.

But at that moment...

"--Enough!"

The righteous-looking man spoke.

"I've been listening to you saying all sorts of nonsense and bullying other students ever since I started talking about it. I can't allow it, I can't tolerate it, I can't forgive it," he said in a deep voice.

"Stop it now, and give all the points back!"

Hirata Yosuke.

The number one boxing champion in Class D.

On the surface, he is a sunny, cheerful, handsome, dashing, Academic Ability excellent, and athletically gifted swimming boy.

In reality, he was a super boxing champion who bullied the entire junior high school grade.

He should have stood up and stopped this farce staged by Asakusa Toru a long time ago.

The reason he waited until now was because things happened so suddenly, his mind was in complete chaos, and the situation was clearly so absurd.

First, there's the truth about this school: that only Class A students enjoy special privileges, and that class ranking is how the school evaluates you—it's all a mess and makes me annoyed.

Then, because it was said that only those who could go to hell could go to hell together, he started asking his classmates for money.

--Isn't this robbery?!

Robbery, robbery, robbery—that's definitely bullying of classmates.

He won't allow it; he must stop it.

Because his friend had committed suicide because of bullying.

So, after realizing what was happening, Hirata Yosuke stepped forward without hesitation.

Asakusa Toru ignored him.

Ignoring his remarks, she waved her hand and urged Ayanokoji Kiyotaka to complete the transfer, confirming receipt of the Private Points transferred by Ayanokoji Kiyotaka in front of him.

He leisurely walked past the students in the middle and stood in front of Hirata Yosuke.

"Go for it, Hirata! Go for it! Defeat that demon king..."

Quietly, some classmates began to voice their support amidst the tense atmosphere of confrontation.

Although they spent very little time together, it was enough for them to get to know Hirata Yosuke, learn his name, and gain a basic understanding of Hirata Yosuke.

Despite the significant differences in familiarity and trust, those who dare to step forward experience a sense of hope, at least in that moment.

And so, quite tacitly, the voices of support began to grow louder.

"Defeat that demon king! Defeat that demon king..."

"--Defeat him!"

Yamauchi Haruki accidentally shouted out loud.

Then, he received a look from Asakusa Toru he turned around.

"--?!"

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the image of Asakusa Toru and breaking Sudo Ken's right hand flashed through Yamauchi Haruki's mind again. The icy chill stung his skin, and he didn't even have time to enjoy the attention he received from shouting.

He quickly shrank under the desk.

So pathetic.

The more Yamauchi behaved, the more people looked down on him, the more they feared Asakusa Toru, and the more they hoped that Hirata Yosuke would step in and become the hero who would defeat the Demon King.

Are we about to fight? Are we about to brawl? Are we about to start a fight?

The students nearby couldn't help but shift their tables and chairs slightly, making a little space for themselves to hide.

But they didn't run away.

Students are the kind of creatures who won't leave the classroom even if something really serious happens.

Unless someone takes the lead.

But there's definitely no one going to take the lead at the scene.

The only one with this possibility, Koenji Rokusuke, was watching with great interest.