Soft and Sweet Suzune Horikita / Three-Legged Race for the Entire Class

"You must be really busy."

Kamuro didn't believe the first half of Aoyama's statement, but she did believe the second half. She wondered who Aoyama was planning to target this time, but she didn't want to ask in public.

Why didn't you call her when you were doing something bad? You're such a bastard.

"The Student Council shouldn't be too busy at noon, right? I'll get you lunch. Shiki, you can sleep a little longer." Yamamura said with some concern, looking at the dark circles under Aoyama's eyes.

"Miki is so good to me. I'll leave lunch to Miki."

Aoyama took Yamamura's hand, shook it gently, and then let go. This gesture made Yamamura's face flush red, and she felt a sweet feeling in her heart because she could help Aoyama.

Seeing the Yamamura so happy over such a small thing, Kamuro felt a bit exasperated. "Yes, yes, yes, it's me who's bad, I'm a bad woman."

"I never said I didn't like bad women, Masumi."

With a soft laugh, Aoyama reached out and grabbed Kamuro's hand, holding on even as Kamuro shyly tried to pull away several times.

After looking around, Kamuro's delicate face flushed red with embarrassment. She lowered her voice and said, "Let go, you bastard."

"There are other names, aren't there?" Aoyama's fingers slid across the back of her delicate hand, a roguish look on his face.

For girls like Kamuro who are all talk and no action, you should take the initiative and bully them mercilessly.

The shy and adorable Kamuro is just too cute.

"You'll get what's coming to you sooner or later." Kamuro pouted, then lowered his head and whispered, "Let go of Shiki first."

"Yes, I understand, Masumi."

After letting go, he caught Kamuro's hand chop and smiled with Aoyama.

Chapter 218 The Soft and Melodious Horikita Suzune

For Aoyama, time flowed peacefully by, but for Horikita Suzune, time seemed to pass by far too quickly.

With Hirata and the others nagging and persuading, the fourth day of school soon arrived, which was also the day Nagumo would give his final ultimatum.

The minority obeys the majority? Does that mean we have to obey even if it's wrong? That's impossible.

In front of the full-length mirror, Horikita Suzune tidied her appearance, and feeling that she wouldn't embarrass her brother, she prepared to go to school.

When she opened the door and saw a figure waiting outside, she frowned, thinking that Hirata was still persistent and wanted to bother her on her way to school so early in the morning.

"Yukimura? What's wrong?"

After discovering it wasn't Hirata, Horikita Suzune was a little puzzled. Unlike someone as extraordinary as Yamauchi, she felt it was a good thing to have a few more people like Yukimura in the class.

As long as they don't cause trouble, they're all her good classmates.

After serving as the leader of Class D for several months, her standard changed from "a good classmate is one who doesn't hold others back" to "a good classmate is one who doesn't cause trouble."

"Please save me, Horikita." Yukimura bowed deeply, his head lowered.

"Clam?!"

This scene has a strange sense of familiarity... Oh, it's what Hirata did yesterday.

In other words, Yukimura is also going to cause trouble for her?

Startled, Horikita Suzune realized that she had another worry on her mind, and this made her increasingly serious about quitting.

During the class meeting on the first morning of school, she only intended to stir up opposition from the students who wanted to get into A-level classes, so as not to let Hirata's voice to save Yamauchi dominate. She didn't expect that she would actually quit.

Right now, she really wants to curse.

Is there anything you don't understand?

After the first math class in the morning, Aoyama pulled up a stool and sat down next to him, holding the math book in Yamamura hand.

"Here."

A little shy, Yamamura's voice was soft as he pointed his slender fingers at the math book, explaining a formula that was a bit difficult to understand.

"Oh, let me give you an example problem to explain it." In less than half a second, Aoyama retrieved the example problem related to the formula from his memory, let go of Yamamura's hand, picked up a pen, and prepared to write it down.

Mathematics is something that is best understood through hands-on learning.

"Aoyama Shiki, you come out here!"

Filled with anger that she had suppressed for an entire class, Horikita Suzune strode into Class C and went to the boy who was the source of her anger.

Seeing the boy leisurely and intimately instructing the girl, she became even angrier.

"Don't be so angry, it's just a small matter." Seeing Horikita's angry expression, Aoyama smiled gently, patted Yamamura's head, and slowly stood up.

I'll teach you when I have time.

Leaving behind a sentence, Aoyama followed Horikita Suzune, whose face clearly showed, "How could I not be angry?", and went to the end of the corridor outside the classroom.

A cool sea breeze blew through the wide-open window and onto the two of them.

"I never expected you to use such methods on me." Her eyes were so cold they seemed capable of freezing a person to death. Horikita directly swung a hand chop at Aoyama to vent her anger and grievances.

When Yukimura said that he had been framed by Aoyama and had no choice but to ask her for help, along with anger, she felt a sense of grievance.

She's already having such a hard time lately, Aoyama, the guy she's eaten with hundreds of times and who occasionally has intimate contact with her, is still kicking her while she's down. His methods are extremely dirty.

She didn't understand why Aoyama was doing this, and she didn't want Aoyama to do it at all, not even a little bit.

With a raised hand, Aoyama easily grabbed Horikita's wrist. "You're the leader of Class D, and I'm the leader of Class C. It's that simple."

"Nagumo is vying with me for the Student Council President, so naturally I can't just stand by and watch. He's plundering a lot of resources from Class D, and that's one of the reasons."

With the cooperation of the person he framed, he easily fabricated evidence sufficient to expel Yukimura from school.

"I'm doing this to help you, at least in some way."

With a yank of his hand, Aoyama pulled Horikita close to Horikita, keeping a great distance between them. His eyes fixed on Horikita for a fleeting moment, a delicate face flashing with a look of grievance.

"How did you help me at all?"

"Why do you think Hirata didn't bother you today? Do you think he gave up?"

Aoyama smiled with a hint of sarcasm, and then informed the so-called leaders of Class D, who were completely unaware of Hirata's actions at the Student Council the day before.

Seeing that Horikita Suzune insisted on her own opinion and refused to cooperate, Hirata did not sit idly by in order to protect Yamauchi, who was Yamauchi and about to drop out of school.

After sincerely persuading each student and obtaining the signatures of most of the students in Class D, Hirata visited the Student Council yesterday afternoon and then applied to the Student Council to forcibly take the class funds from Horikita Suzune.

"How dare Hirata do that? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Horikita bit her lip, her wrist still held by Aoyama, and clenched into a fist.

"You've been the class leader for several months now, and you still don't have a single confidant. It's hard to say you haven't done anything wrong."

"I..."

There are so many amazing people in my class, you can't blame me for that.

I made decisions that were beneficial to the class, but they didn't appreciate it. What could I do?

Are there any students in Class D whom I can trust?

In an instant, many excuses flashed through Horikita Suzune's mind, but she knew that if she uttered them, she would only be ridiculed by Aoyama, so she could only remain silent.

"Yukimura should have conveyed my request by now. I'm asking for much less than Nagumo, just eleven million personal points." Aoyama patted Horikita's head, who was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.

"I only offered such a low price because of you, Suzune. Besides, didn't I just give you a great excuse? An excuse to drop Yamauchi."

"Keeping a student like Yamauchi is of no use to your class."

The adage "once bitten, twice shy" doesn't apply to a genius like Yamauchi. At least the other two of the Three Idiots in Class D know a thing or two about right and wrong.

Simply put, it's like Kanji Ike and Sudo sometimes know they're wrong, but they can't change, while Yamauchi just shifts the blame and thinks it's all the world's fault.

"I don't know why, but I feel really uncomfortable right now."

Breaking free from Aoyama's grasp, Horikita placed her hand on her chest, the angry and cold demeanor she displayed upon first meeting completely gone.

"If you show that pitiful look and other students see it, they'll think you're easy to bully."

His tone softened, and Aoyama pressed Horikita's shoulders and turned her over so that her back was to the window, using her body to block the view that students in the corridor behind her might be looking over.

Horikita, standing before him, now revealed the pitiful, soft-hearted look she only showed in front of her brother—a look that resembled that of an abandoned kitten.

To be honest, they are quite endearing.

Chapter 219 The Entire Classroom's Three-Legged Race

However, despite Horikita's endearing softness and gentleness, Aoyama had no intention of stopping his fraud scheme.

After Horikita Suzune composed herself, she returned to the classroom as the school bell rang, and then followed the rest of the class to the locker room to change into her sportswear.

The next class was PE, a class he was somewhat looking forward to.

"Please take care of me later, Masumi."

After finishing his warm-up exercises, Aoyama took the cloth strip and went to find his beloved Kamuro.

The original plan was to practice three-legged race during this PE class, but the Sports Festival not only has three-legged race for all participants, but also includes recommended events that are mixed-gender.

"Then I'll practice with Hashimoto first." The girl standing next to Kamuro had a meaningful smile on her face.

Motodo Chikako, a member of the tennis club, is just as athletic as Kamuro. She is Kamuro's female partner in the three-legged race and also Hashimoto's partner.

Although Kito's athletic ability was better than Hashimoto's, Aoyama wasn't so heartless as to insist that Motodo paired with Kito.

Putting aside the fact that Kito looks like Kito, Hashimoto and she were both in the tennis club, so he never intended to separate the two of them.

"Go ahead, if he misbehaves, give him a good spanking."

"I won't do that."

Slightly surprised, Aoyama, who was clearly in a good mood, replied. After leaving Kamuro's side, Motodo found Hashimoto and happily went up to him to chat.

Seeing that Motodo had left, Kamuro sighed and said, "It's not like I don't want to train with you, why are you in such a hurry?"

"If I don't do this, how will Masumi know how much I value her?"

Kneeling down next to Kamuro, Aoyama tied his left foot to Kamuro's right foot, then stood up and put his arm around Kamuro's shoulder.

The significant height difference made him feel somewhat unable to gain leverage.

"Don't move." Kamuro immediately pouted when she felt Aoyama's hand pinch her shoulder. The feeling of Aoyama touching her body always managed to disrupt her peaceful state of mind, no matter what.

One's attention will always be focused on the area that is being touched.

"I just wanted to see if Masumi's shoulder muscles were any firmer than before." Aoyama slid his hand down her shoulder and pinched the area where Kamuro's biceps were located.

It has a firm yet delicate and soft feel to the touch.

"It's not like we didn't touch each other last time. You said it felt good after the massage that night."

"You still have the nerve to bring up last time?" Kamuro grabbed Aoyama's fidgeting hand. "I thought you were going to go berserk that night. Thinking back, I really want to kick you to death."

That very night, after being called by name by Aoyama, she was again subjected to some rough handling by Aoyama, followed by a forced massage, with him saying that she had already promised a reward and couldn't go back on her word.

However, it did feel much better after the massage.

"I'm going to get angry if you keep fidgeting. Hurry up and practice." Kamuro pressed Aoyama's hand back onto his shoulder.

"Yes, yes, let's walk around a few steps first to get familiar with it."

Gently lifting his bound legs, Aoyama began to channel his spiritual energy on the track, slowly walking forward.

After taking a few steps, he noticed that Kamuro's movements were strange and a bit stiff, and he quickly realized what the problem was.

"If you don't put your arm around my waist, where will you find a foothold to leverage your strength?"

With his free hand reaching towards his lower back, Aoyama quickly grabbed Kamuro's loose hand, placed it on his side, and pressed it firmly against the back of his hand.

"I... I understand." Kamuro's voice sounded strange, and it was lower than usual.

"Hey Masumi, are you shy?"

He stopped, Aoyama forward, then looked back, and sure enough, he saw that Kamuro's face was flushed with shyness, not much different from when he was in the Yamamura.

"If you know, then don't say it out loud, you jerk."

Kamuro really wanted to run away, but the problem was that her feet were tied to Aoyama's, and it would take time to untie them.

Furthermore, given the mixed-gender three-legged race, she couldn't possibly let Aoyama team up with other girls to participate in the Sports Festival competition.

"Sorry, sorry, let's just get used to it for now." While apologizing, Aoyama did not remove his hand from Kamuro's hand. Instead, he became even more aggressive, inserting his five fingers into the gaps between Kamuro's fingers.

"Let's go, consider this practice for holding hands in the future."