Classroom of the Elite, I Also Want to Be a Good Person 11

"I'm quite surprised you'd come to the boys' dormitory alone in the middle of the night."

Sitting cross-legged on a cushion, Aoyama studied Horikita, who sat opposite him, with keen interest.

Perhaps because she had already showered, Horikita's smooth black hair was unbound, draping loosely over her school blazer.

Her delicate, fair face was so supple it looked as if it would break at the slightest touch.

"After all, you wouldn't dare step foot into the girls' dormitory even if you had ten times the courage, so I had no choice but to come here myself."

"If the school rules didn't forbid it, I think I would dare to go."

On the first day they moved into the dorms, Aoyama had received a booklet containing the dormitory regulations, one of which stated that boys were prohibited from appearing on the girls' floors after eight o'clock.

Unlike the girls' floors, the boys' floors had no such restriction.

He felt this was discrimination—blatant discrimination against girls. Why shouldn't girls be allowed to harass boys? Was there no justice in this world?

"There is a student in Class D named Sudo..."

Feeling that bickering with Aoyama was pointless, Horikita went straight to the matter at hand.

She recounted every detail of Sudo's recent behavior, as well as the role Hirata had played in it.

Naturally, she also mentioned her own attempt to use forceful methods to compel Sudo to submit.

"So, you intend to lead Class D to Class A to prove yourself." Tapping his finger on the tabletop, Aoyama understood how Horikita had chosen to prove her worth.

"Since the school intends for us to compete with Class A, Class D shouldn't exist if there isn't even a sliver of possibility."

"That's true, though the possibility is quite slim."

Aoyama agreed with Horikita's assessment.

There were quite a few promising seeds among the students of Class D; there were two peerless tough guys alone, and Horikita Suzune and Kushida Kikyo themselves were top-tier talents among the girls.

However, by the same token, there were also plenty of peerless idiots like the Three Stooges of Class D.

"Is there a way, and how many private points will it cost?" Horikita was treating a dead horse as if it were still alive; Class D was currently in a state of chronic decline.

Perhaps when May 1st arrived and they received the cruel reality of a massive reduction in private points, it might wake the students of Class D up, but by then, it would be too late.

"Solving this isn't difficult, but I don't think you have even one hundred thousand in your savings, so I need you to pay in a different way."

"I don't think you want to experience the power of my aikido."

Upon hearing that Aoyama actually had a solution, Horikita was first delighted, then her expression turned highly vigilant, and she pressed her hands onto the table.

"I don't want to eat prison food, really." Realizing that his words sounded suspiciously like a certain plotline in this country, Aoyama hurriedly waved his hands to indicate it was a misunderstanding.

He remembered that in the novel, Horikita was quite skilled at cooking; if he could pay off the debt with meals, he might even be able to deceive Horikita Manabu with it.

"The price is just for you to cover my dinner every night. One meal equals one thousand private points, for a total of one hundred thousand."

Seeing that Horikita was no longer like a bristling cat, Aoyama immediately stated his requirements.

When he returned to the dorm at night, he didn't want to have to go out again to the school cafeteria.

Chapter 18: The Great Demon King Kamuro

One thousand points for one meal meant one hundred thousand private points would cover one hundred meals.

In terms of time, that would take at least three months.

"Fine, but I can't guarantee the food will be to your liking." After some thought, Horikita felt this was a deal she could make.

Since learning the importance of private points, she had been cooking for herself lately; the free, less-than-perfect ingredients from the supermarket didn't taste any different when prepared.

Not counting her own labor, it was an incredibly cost-effective deal.

"Just make sure there's enough meat, and let me know in advance if you can't make it."

Aoyama felt that as long as it was meat, it wouldn't be too hard to eat, and since Horikita dared to agree, she must at least know how to cook.

"So what is the method? If it's feasible, I'll go do it immediately." Horikita was quite curious about what kind of method Aoyama had come up with so quickly.

With Sudo's explosive temper, most students in Class D dared not speak out against him, and no one felt they could force him to follow the rules.

Coupled with Hirata's protection of him, she couldn't even make an example of Sudo to warn the others.

"The method isn't difficult, but that's only for me."

"With your abilities, you might mess things up, so you just need to watch from the side and keep quiet."

Rubbing his chin, Aoyama decided to provide good after-sales service, given Horikita's prideful personality.

After all, this was the first transaction delivered to his doorstep, and he still wanted a successful start.

"---Please, as soon as possible."

After staring coldly at Aoyama for a moment for looking down on her, Horikita knew that no matter how eloquent she was, she couldn't change Aoyama's assessment of her.

After all, she had no impressive track record, and she was the one in the position of asking for help.

"It should be tomorrow night."

"If it's before Monday, that would be even better."

Having agreed on the time, Horikita had no intention of staying any longer.

The room was soon left with only Aoyama, and in order to prepare for tomorrow night's transaction, he dialed the phone number of a certain senior.

The next morning, downstairs at the dormitory building.

Wearing a pure white round-neck dress and a light blue thin cardigan, perhaps due to shyness, the girl nervously rubbed her fingers against her slate-blue side ponytail that reached her shoulders.

"It's very cute and suits you well, Yamamura."

As a boy with normal social intelligence, Aoyama decisively offered praise to the meticulously dressed Yamamura.

Seeing the girl's shy and happy smile, he couldn't help but smile along with her.

"Of course, Kamuro is also very cute."

"Yeah, yeah, you're handsome too. Can we go now?" Wearing a khaki sweater vest over a white shirt, Kamuro said with an expression that suggested she didn't care either way.

"Then let's go!"

Pointing his right hand toward the center of Keyaki Mall, Aoyama took the first step.

As the first stop of their outing, the three of them arrived at the arcade located on the third floor of Keyaki Mall.

In the hall flashing with colorful lights, the music from the game machines mixed with the excited shouts of students, constantly drilling into the ears of the three.

"Let's have a one-on-one, Kamuro."

In front of the basketball machine, after Aoyama inserted coins into both machines, he openly challenged Kamuro.

The enduringly popular basketball machine was a must-play for anyone visiting the arcade.

"You're a guy, right? How can you call this a one-on-one?"

"You're going one-on-one against both of us, so how does that not count?"

Facing Kamuro's speechless gaze, Aoyama patted the shoulder of Yamamura, who was also holding a basketball, without a shred of embarrassment.

If the three of them each took a machine, Yamamura, whose physical stamina was far behind the other two, would definitely lose. Thinking of looking after Yamamura's gaming experience, he decided to team up with her to take on Kamuro.

"If that makes you happy, then fine." Picking up a basketball, Kamuro abandoned her plan to just play casually.

As soon as the countdown ended, she flicked the basketball in her hand, scoring the first point with a perfect swish.

Then the second, the third, and the fourth.

Do you have to be this fierce? Have you practiced this before??

Noticing Kamuro's rapidly rising score out of the corner of his eye, Aoyama also began to exert himself, changing his rhythm from one shot for him and one for Yamamura to two for him and one for Yamamura.

"Kamuro, your room key card fell on the floor. It'll be a pain if you step on it and break it."

"My room key card is in my bag, you jerk."

With a smirk forming on her lips without her realizing it, Kamuro played even harder, and the score on the panel increased dramatically.

Once the two-minute timer expired, the winner was undoubtedly Kamuro, who had gone all out from the start and possessed superior technique.

Although it was two against one on Aoyama's side, Yamamura, who had never played before, was practically useless.

"Don't be discouraged, teammate Yamamura. Next time, we will definitely defeat the Great Demon King Kamuro." In front of the smug Kamuro, Aoyama placed both hands on Yamamura's shoulders.

One only had to look at her expression to know that Yamamura felt guilty for dragging him down.

Aoyama, who was constantly monitoring the emotions of the two, naturally wouldn't turn a blind eye to this.

"Ah... I'll try my best..." Feeling the warm, large hand on her shoulder, Yamamura's guilt was instantly replaced by shyness.

"You have to try very hard." Aoyama continued to play the role of the defeated hero, "I believe we will definitely succeed."

"Yeah!"

Yamamura clenched her small fist to show she would try, and seeing this, Kamuro's competitive spirit was ignited as well.

From bowling machines and VR zombie shooters to racing games, the three engaged in intense battles with a serious attitude, each experiencing both wins and losses.

Among them, Kamuro was the one who won the most times.

"You weren't a regular at the arcade back in the day, were you, Kamuro?"

After they got tired of playing and left the arcade, on their way to the dessert shop on the second floor of Keyaki Mall, Aoyama asked Kamuro, who still had a lingering look of excitement on her face.

Kamuro's performance in the arcade just now was clearly not that of a beginner.

"I was obsessed with it for a while in middle school." Kamuro frankly admitted that she used to be an arcade regular, not some model student with perfect conduct.

"Does that mean you're not obsessed anymore?"

"...That kind of thing, I stopped being obsessed with it a long time ago."

The level of stimulation provided by things like arcades could no longer satisfy her.

Glancing at Aoyama's expression out of the corner of her eye, Kamuro felt conflicted.

If Aoyama discovered her true colors, what would he say to her, and what would he do? In any case, it likely wouldn't be kind words.

After all, the things she had done were truly, undeniably criminal, without the slightest room for excuse.

"Kamuro-san, let's... hang out together again next time."

"I really had a great time hanging out with Kamuro-san and Aoyama-san."

While Kamuro was still lost in thought, Yamamura walked up to her side.

The observant Yamamura noticed that for some reason, Kamuro's happiness had suddenly diminished, so she felt she should express her own joy clearly.

"You really are easily satisfied." Watching Yamamura try so hard to show her happiness, Kamuro suddenly felt a twinge of envy.

She felt that if she could be like Yamamura, she wouldn't have fallen to the state she was in now.

Chapter 19 I'm Very Expensive

"A score of 3.0, Kamuro, you really are pathetic."

"You actually sang quite well, you just couldn't keep up with the beat."

Under the setting sun, Aoyama teased the cold-faced Kamuro in high spirits.

After having dessert for lunch at the dessert shop, the trio's afternoon itinerary included karaoke.

And in the karaoke singing system, there was an option to enable intelligent scoring.

"And where are you any better? A mere 4.0, not even half of Yamamura's score."

Out of a perfect score of ten, the highest scorer among the three was Yamamura, who had been afraid to sing at first but opened up after Aoyama's repeated encouragement, achieving an astonishing 8.9 points.

However, although Aoyama and Kamuro's scores were low, it wasn't because the two sang poorly, but rather that they were both always half a beat behind the original track.

It seemed that the two could only sing when following the original vocals.

"A one-point victory is still a victory."

"Then how many times have you lost to me at the arcade?"

"A hero doesn't dwell on past glories."

"Who's a hero? I'm just a little girl."