Classroom of the Elite: I Can Add Points Infinitely

The next step is simply to see, as is customary, whether Nagumo, as the defendant, has any other evidence to support his claims.

But now it seems that nothing unexpected happened after all.

Goodbye, Nagumo. I hope you enjoyed your roles over the past two years.

293. I've always wanted to see this expression on your face; even without Nagumo, you still have me.

On the morning of December 13, Miyabi Nagumo was arrested on suspicion of economic crimes involving as much as 80 million Private Points, causing a sensation throughout the entire Advanced Nurturing.

In the afternoon, the school's senior management issued a notification of the disciplinary action taken.

Because Miyabi Nagumo misappropriated and squandered the raised funds, her class ranking has dropped to Class D, and the school has determined that she is no longer able to complete the fundraising goal.

Therefore, the school accepted the claims of the three second-year classes, demanded that Miyabi Nagumo return the 55 million Private Points jointly raised by the three classes, and expelled her from the school for related violations of rules and regulations.

And so, this largest economic crime case in the history of Advanced Nurturing came to a swift and decisive end.

Unsurprisingly, Miyabi Nagumo still couldn't find a way to change the school's decision even after school ended in the afternoon.

Even when he called the school officials who had once thought highly of him, they gave him a few perfunctory words and quickly hung up, only telling him to follow school rules.

Naturally, the Yellow-haired Senior recalled his experience from two months ago, when he thought of using the school's power to start the Student Council election ahead of schedule. He only managed to get rid of Manabu Horikita, but still suffered defeat in front of Aragaki Shun.

Without a doubt, the influence of this junior student, who has only been enrolled for a short time, on the Advanced Nurturing institution is far more frightening than his efforts over the past two years.

The other party doesn't usually use this relationship, not because they can't, but simply because they don't want to or see the need for it.

Why ask others to step in when you can solve the problem yourself? Don't you know that favors are the hardest to repay?

But conversely, even though I have a more powerful background than you, I haven't thought of breaking the rules, yet you, a nobody, think you can defy the heavens!

As a result, those behind Miyabi Nagumo consciously withdrew all their hands and feet, no longer thinking of interfering in the competition between students through outside means.

But wouldn't that make me a pawn in their eyes?

Thinking of this, the Yellow-haired Senior was filled with grief and indignation, and he almost wanted to kill someone on the spot!

And that was it. He clenched his fists tightly, and in a fit of rage, he could only lash out; otherwise, he was powerless to do anything.

It is obvious that the Advanced Nurturing school administration does want to reform some of the school's systems, but the person who initiates the reforms is not indispensable.

Without his obedient sword, the fact that Aragaki Shun, a figure not easily manipulated, became the Student Council President was at most a disappointment to those people.

However, among the large number of faculty and staff members on campus, there is still no shortage of opportunists eager for advancement. Among them, there are always radicals who dare to take the blame and shoulder responsibility. So what if Nagumo is gone?

To be honest, it's perfectly normal for a white glove who lacks ability and has lost its usefulness to be abandoned.

And so, despite her immense reluctance and all the struggles, this second-year student, who had once stirred up a storm at the Advanced Nurturing Center, could only sign her name on the withdrawal application form issued by the school.

As for following school rules and trying to find a way out... canceling the expulsion requires Twenty Million Personal Points. The reason why Aragaki Shun waited until now to deliver the fatal blow was to use the Student Council President Election to completely deplete his last bargaining chip!

Otherwise, the most severe punishment the school could impose would be expulsion, Nagumo could easily use 20 million yen to withstand it.

Hmm, this is a common tactic in society. Some companies deliberately ignore the law in order to make a profit. As long as they make a lot of money before they are discovered, they can use some of the profits to offset the relevant penalties without any fear.

Unfortunately, Miyabi Nagumo's methods were still too naive. Her reputation was ruined, her cash flow was exhausted, and she had no room to maneuver. She could only be led to the school gate by the faculty and staff in a daze.

One step, two steps, three steps... The Yellow-haired Senior felt as if his legs were filled with cement, each step heavy as if it were consuming the rest of his life.

Once this door opens and I walk out, there will be no chance of coming back. Perhaps I will only be able to drift through life as an ordinary wage slave in a daze.

I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! How could I possibly be reconciled!

"Yes! That's right, that's it! I've always wanted to see this expression on your face, this look of utter agony!"

"Hahaha! This is fantastic! Today is truly a day worth celebrating!!!"

A loud, arrogant laugh that clearly gave off an air of smug satisfaction suddenly rang out, startling Miyabi Nagumo, who was lost in her inner world, and she looked up with a fierce gaze.

As expected, over a hundred students, including those from Kiriyama Class, the original second-grade Class C, and the original Class D, had gathered at the school gate, all there specifically to watch the spectacle and kick someone when they're down.

He once indiscriminately expelled all the second-grade students who dared to openly defy him, and he even relished the struggles and sorrows of these losers at the last moment. Now, is it his turn?

Looking up at the blue sky with a sense of melancholy, the wind at the school gate carried the biting chill of December, but at this moment it paled in comparison to the icy pleasure felt by the crowd.

The wrought iron gate slid slowly to both sides, emitting a long creak, like a mocking prelude to the end of this event.

Miyabi Nagumo dragged her suitcase, trying her best to ignore the surrounding noise, but she couldn't hide her disheveled state.

Her blond hair, no longer held up by hair gel, lay limply against her forehead; her once crisply ironed uniform jacket now hung wrinkled on her arm.

The sunlight shone on his face, but it revealed no radiance whatsoever; only the bloodshot eyes betrayed his disheveled state.

"Look, he looks like a dog, hahaha!!!"

"Serves him right! It's finally his turn to be kicked out of Advanced Nurturing!"

Laughter, whistles, and the clicking of cell phone shutters filled the air.

The leader of the original Class D in the second year stood in the front row, his tie deliberately pulled crooked, looking every bit the refined scoundrel. But image didn't matter anymore; if he didn't hurry, he wouldn't have such a good opportunity for revenge again.

He raised his right hand, his palm clutching a can of soda with the tab already pulled.

Pfft!

White foam sprayed out, splashing around Nagumo's feet, mixing with dust and dirt, staining his sneakers.

"How does it taste, our Vice President Nagumo!"

The teasing voice rose with excitement, carrying the sharp, triumphant joy of a young man finally turning his life around.

A commotion immediately erupted around them.

Some people whistled, some held up posters that read "BYE-BYE," and some even made a banner exactly like the one Nagumo had used to mock someone for dropping out of school.

The weak have no right to remain in Advanced Nurturing!

The only difference is that the word "weakling" has been replaced with "Nagumo".

This was practically a second-year celebration. The other first- and Third Year students who had been drawn in couldn't help but gasp in amazement, marveling at how incredibly influential Nagumo was, even at the moment he dropped out.

Of course, not all students are happy.

Aside from the mocking crowd and the onlookers, a group not far away exuded a somber atmosphere, seemingly out of place with the situation.

There were more than thirty of them, all from Class 2-D.

These guys neither laughed nor took pictures; they just stood at the back of the crowd, staring blankly at that figure.

Miyabi Nagumo has been expelled from school!

Even though some people in the class dislike his behavior, they still don't know what to do in this situation.

Regardless, the other party is the class leader and the strongest in the second year. He has shielded them from countless external pressures, defeated rival classes with an iron fist, and led them to the position of Class A.

But now, not only has the class fallen to Class D, but is it also losing even its last hope of a comeback?

Keep in mind that they are currently facing combined pressure from Aragaki Shun and three other classes. If even Nagumo is expelled, what will happen to the rest of them?

"... Will we always be in Class D from now on?"

A girl murmured cautiously to herself, her voice carried away by the wind.

No one answered.

They had long been accustomed to following Nagumo's instructions, and now, suddenly losing their leader, they were like a group of ships without a compass, drifting aimlessly in the increasingly fierce class competition.

"Interesting, it seems there's still a flock of lost sheep here."

A cheerful voice suddenly rang out, and the dejected crowd instinctively looked up, only to find that it was the very culprit who had caused them to fall into such a predicament.

"Shin- Aragaki... what are you doing here?"

Miyabi Nagumo's confidant Mizowaki, glared angrily, while the others also stared intently at this boy whom even Nagumo couldn't contend with.

In two days, he will automatically succeed his rival as Student Council President without a fight, thus ascending to the pinnacle of power in the Advanced Nurturing student body.

What will their Class 2-D become by then?

Are you here to mock us?

Nagumo's other confidant, Tonokawa, had a hoarse voice. He was also Student Council Member, but now even his backer had been expelled from Advanced Nurturing, and his good days were clearly over.

"Heh~ You're not worth me coming all this way to mock," Aragaki Shun chuckled, ignoring their humiliated expressions, and said bluntly, "I'm just here to give you a chance to surrender."

You may not have Nagumo anymore, but you still have me. I can definitely take on the role of leader for the second year and guide you to transfer to Class A, can't I?

Of course, Aragaki Shun didn't say it that arrogantly, but the meaning was roughly the same, and quite obvious.

Even Asahina Nazuna, who had been silent all along, was now at a loss for words, finding it both funny and exasperating.

"Junior, do you really have to come here at this time and in this setting to recruit our class?"

"It's just a small matter," Aragaki Shun said dismissively. "Anyway, you guys think it over yourselves. Whether we become enemies or friends, I'll gladly accept it."

After saying that, the boy did not force the group of lost sheep to make a choice on the spot. Instead, he stood there, leisurely watching Miyabi Nagumo being watched by hundreds of students from the three second-grade classes in the distance.

As a result, Mizowaki, Tonokawa and the others felt like they were sitting on a wax statue, completely at a loss. Some of them had hesitated before about whether to say goodbye to Nagumo, but after being interrupted, looking at the crowded people and Aragaki Shun in front of them, they finally lost the courage to step forward alone.

"..."

Asahina Nazuna stroked the Protection Talisman in her hand with a slight headache. Although she also thought it was a good thing for her childhood friend to suffer a bit, it was really unexpected that things had developed to this point.

"Hey~ I hope Ya can learn from this lesson and think more carefully before acting in the future, and stop being so arrogant and offending people everywhere."

Well, what's done is done, and there's nothing she can change.

On the bright side, at least from now on, I don't have to worry about my fate and the conflicts that will continue to arise between me and my childhood sweetheart, right?

"Then you really should thank me," Aragaki Shun said matter-of-factly, arms crossed. "Embezzlement involves a large sum of money and can lead to imprisonment."

"It's just that Private Points are difficult to recognize as currency, and Advanced Nurturing has its own rules. Otherwise, if Nagumo's actions were caught red-handed, he could easily be sent to jail for several years."

Asahina Nazuna: "..."

The students in Class 2-D: "..."

While what you said isn't entirely unreasonable, it just sounds so awkward.

However, the most awkward person was the Yellow-haired Senior was enduring all sorts of sarcastic remarks from a short distance away.

His eyes turned completely red the moment he saw Aragaki Shun walk up to his classmates.

In less than a second, he understood the other party's goal—this bastard clearly wanted to take the opportunity to recruit his subordinates, so that all traces of him in this school would disappear.

"New! Wall!"

The suitcase handle was deformed from Nagumo's grip; the man, like a stray dog, ignored his white knuckles and charged in that direction.

Unfortunately, the rules for Advanced Nurturing are quite strict. He had just turned around and taken a step when the staff on both sides grabbed his shoulders.

"Time is almost up, student. Please don't make things difficult for us."

A strong, middle-aged teacher spoke up, and then asked other faculty and staff to help disperse the crowd of onlookers.

It can only be said that many students drop out of this school every year due to class competition, and the staff who are in charge of these matters have seen too many similar cases and are very experienced.

No matter how unwilling Miyabi Nagumo was, she could only be led out of the school gate under the control of several middle-aged men.

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling.

Nagumo turned around, his gaze sweeping over the faces, some joyful, some bewildered, before finally settling on the calm fellow.

Until it was all over, the opponent who had shattered all his plans and driven him out of Advanced Nurturing never said another word to him.

It was as if he were just a joke, not worth mentioning.

"... ha."

A short, sharp sound; it was impossible to tell whether it was laughter or panting.

The Yellow-haired Senior took one last look at the school, then decisively turned around and didn't linger.

The iron gate slammed shut behind them with a dull thud.

At that moment, all the students, each with their own thoughts, watched silently as his figure slowly receded into the distance until it disappeared completely.

From then on, there was no one named Miyabi Nagumo in Advanced Nurturing, and the competition within the school turned a new page.

294. The liquidation and reward process; the most suitable candidate for Vice President.

Miyabi Nagumo's dropping out of school became a hot topic for several days.

Students of all grades and classes were enthusiastic about it, eager to learn all the key details of this game.

But as the saying goes, people come and go; the world can keep turning even without anyone. No one is an eternal protagonist who is indispensable.