Classroom of the Elite, It's Not About Meritocracy, It's About Me Ruling the World! Chapter 44

Morishige Takuro spread his hands and sneered:

"No matter what you're thinking, the point is that no one here is going to listen to your arrangements anymore, and even less likely, no one is going to give you their private points."

Kijima Tsukur was also at a loss...

The principal was the limit of what they could imagine, and anything beyond that would be at most the level of an entrepreneur.

Kijima Tsukur looked down at the audience and said indifferently:

"Alright, those willing to hand over their private points to me, state your amounts!"

Chapter 41 Violent Resistance, Crushing

"Sixty thousand!"

The two words rang out like a thunderclap in everyone's ears, and the people around turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice.

They saw Yamamura Miki raising her small hand, looking a bit embarrassed.

She hadn't expected it.

She was actually this important in Kijima Tsukur's heart!

Thinking of this, Yamamura Miki felt a warm glow in her heart, and she shouted out the number sixty thousand; this was already the limit of what she could provide, as the rest had to be used to maintain her daily life.

"I can contribute sixty thousand private points..."

"Wait... Yamamura..."

"I'll contribute sixty thousand too!"

Before anyone else could stop her, Morishita Ai's voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, Katsuragi crossed his arms over his chest, and after some hesitation, he said in a deep voice:

"Since that's the case, I'll contribute thirty thousand then..."

"Huh? Brother Katsuragi? What should we do?"

"Hmm... That is naturally up to you; no one can forcibly take private points from your hands."

"Then... we'll contribute thirty thousand as well."

Under Katsuragi's lead, another seven members of the Katsuragi Faction chose to contribute thirty thousand private points, though, of course, more remained silent.

"What the hell? Are you guys brain-dead? Why are you listening to him?"

Morishige Takuro was completely dumbfounded. He glanced at Yamamura Miki and then glared at Katsuragi, scolding:

"Setting those two women aside, Katsuragi, you're a person with a brain—are you really going to take our Class A private points to support that trash-like Class D?"

"What kind of talk is that?"

Morishita Ai spread her legs, put her hands on her hips, and said with a proud tone:

"Morishige Takuro, are you saying that the two of us have no brains?"

"Shut up. I know you two have a good relationship with that guy Kijima, but Katsuragi, don't drag our entire Class A into the water. Sakayanagi, you say something too."

Morishige Takuro slammed the table and glared at Katsuragi and the others.

In his eyes, Yamamura Miki and the others were completely part of the Kijima Faction; no matter what Kijima Tsukur did, they would just follow him.

Only the members of the Katsuragi Faction were still reachable and had the potential to be swayed.

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, several members of the Katsuragi Faction also turned their gazes toward Katsuragi.

"Kijima-kun."

At this moment, Sakayanagi Arisu also spoke softly: "I have a question. If no one is willing to hand over their private points to you, what will you do?"

"I personally still have 170,000 private points; supporting a few people won't be a problem."

"In other words, no matter what, you are determined to support Class D?"

"Although in my view this isn't support, if you want to interpret it that way, there's no problem with that."

"..."

Sakayanagi Arisu narrowed her eyes.

Whether he could succeed or not was one thing, but at the very least, it showed that Kijima Tsukur was indeed acting from the standpoint of ALL-A.

Precisely because of this.

Kijima Tsukur and Morishige Takuro and the others would never be able to understand each other.

"I am naturally opposed to this as well."

Sakayanagi Arisu gripped her cane and smiled:

"In any case, there is no need to use our own points to support other classes. Katsuragi, do you also support this act of aiding the enemy?"

"I don't consider this aiding the enemy."

Katsuragi crossed his arms and glanced at her.

I had been feeling it for a while now; Arisu Sakayanagi was likely sowing discord on purpose, opposing everything that Kijima Tsukur supported.

"Supporting Class D might not be very useful, but it won't do any harm either. Since Kijima thinks it's the right move, I don't mind betting on the possibility. Thirty thousand private points isn't much and won't affect our daily lives; perhaps it might yield some miraculous effect in the future."

"I see..."

"Then I can contribute thirty thousand as well."

Several members of the Katsuragi Faction nodded, and four more members agreed to support the cause with thirty thousand private points each.

Take a gamble.

Bet on a possibility that might happen in the future.

This was a deal that could go either way, and thirty thousand points wasn't a large sum; out of respect for Katsuragi, there were those willing to show their support.

"Then transfer the private points to Yamamura. Yamamura, send a group payment request in the chat."

Very quickly.

The notification sound of a phone rang out.

Yamamura Miki sent a group payment request for thirty thousand points per person in the chat.

Some might still be hesitant, and this way, it kept the door open for others to join in later.

Those willing to give could just pay, and those who weren't wouldn't be forced.

As for the two of them who were willing to pay sixty thousand private points, they would just find Morishita Ai separately later.

"Stupid..."

Morishige Takuro and the others looked exceptionally grim, feeling particularly displeased inside.

In reality.

As long as they were in the same class, they were a collective.

There was no such thing as truly "personal" private points.

If they ever needed twenty million private points in the future to offset an expulsion penalty, wouldn't all of them have to cough up those points?

On the surface, Kijima Tsukur was adopting a voluntary principle.

But in reality, while Katsuragi and the others were spending money, they were trying to save theirs—they might as well not save at all.

Why should they?

The problem wasn't the scarcity, but the inequality.

Everyone considers their own interests.

Once a thought like that takes root in one's mind, it always feels like a loss.

Once that thought takes hold, The next step is.

Let it all burn, just get it over with.

If the meat is going to rot, it should at least rot in their own pot.

"Damn it, fuck."

Morishige Takuro suddenly kicked the desk beside him, immediately startling many people nearby; he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.

Since the start of the school year.

Kijima Tsukur had been constantly sacrificing the class's interests to benefit other classes.

Although they had received eight hundred thousand private points from Class B and distributed them to everyone, that Ichinose Honami was also an idiot.

Those few private points were nowhere near enough.

What kind of bullshit was this "everyone in the first year will graduate from Class A"?

Only a ghost would believe that.

Except for Kijima Tsukur, no one believed this nonsense; the guy was a complete traitor to Class A.

If anything.

Being able to endure until now was already quite impressive.

"Didn't you say it was our freedom to do whatever we wanted?"

Morishige Takuro clenched his fists, kicked aside a chair, and walked toward Kijima Tsukur on the podium, sneering:

"Since I can't persuade an idiot like you no matter what, today I'll use violence to teach you not to be so self-righteous, you bastard."

As he spoke.

Several members of the Sakayanagi Faction nearby quickly stepped aside and followed behind Morishige Takuro; it was indeed time to teach Kijima Tsukur a lesson.

In the blink of an eye.

Morishige Takuro walked onto the podium.

He swung a fist the size of a sandbag, and this strike, fueled by rage, slammed toward Kijima Tsukur's palm, only to be caught firmly in his backhand grip.

Morishige Takuro sneered, though he was not surprised.

Since Kijima Tsukur dared to be this arrogant, he certainly had some tricks up his sleeve.

He raised his left leg to prepare a side kick while simultaneously pulling back his right hand.

However.

The next second.

A powerful force from fingers pressed against the back of his hand, and the palm of Kijima Tsukur, which was gripping his right hand, exerted a bit of pressure.

"Ah!"

Morishige Takuro let out a miserable scream instantly.

The intense pain made it impossible for him to control his body any longer, and he collapsed to his knees right in front of Kijima Tsukur.

"Hmm, I did indeed say that it is your freedom to try and resist me."

Kijima Tsukur looked down at Morishige Takuro kneeling at his feet, released his grip instantly, and said with an indifferent gaze:

"It is a pity that you do not possess the strength to do so."

"..."

Morishige Takuro did not respond.

He kept his head lowered, clutching his right hand, his pupils constricted, and his eyes filled with unconcealable terror.

In that instant just now, he felt as if the bones in his hand were about to shatter.

If Kijima Tsukur had squeezed for even one more second, his hand might have been crippled; Kijima Tsukur had likely held back, no, with that level of control, he must have gone incredibly easy on him.

This... this is impossible...