A Cute Upperclassman

On their way to school, Aoyama put his hand on Yamamura's shoulder and fiddled with her beautiful dark blue side ponytail.

Yesterday, Sunday, he stayed in Yamamura's room all day, giving the pitiful Yamamura a good punishment. This morning, he also left for school from Yamamura's room.

"I always stay silent when I encounter questions I don't want to answer, but I don't dislike it."

Seeing that Yamamura had her eyes lowered and her hands clasped in front of her chest, Aoyama put his arm around her shoulder and let her lean against him, so that Yamamura wouldn't overthink things and think that he didn't like her because she was disobedient.

Upon entering the teaching building, a number of students were gathered around the bulletin board at the corner of the stairs, discussing the matter animatedly.

Aoyama was not surprised by this, because today was the announcement date for the election of the new Student Council president, and the whole school would vote in the gymnasium three days later after school.

"Someone from Third-Year Class B came by just now, but they left without seeing you."

As soon as Aoyama sat down in his seat, Katsuragi immediately came to report that someone from the third year had come to see him.

"If you can't see it, ignore it."

"Don't care?" Katsuragi looked puzzled.

"Yeah, whatever. If they really wanted to find me, they should be waiting for me at the Student Council door or right outside the classroom." Aoyama rested his chin on his hand, not paying much attention.

Without specific information about the first-year students, the three classes other than Class 3-A all believed that he was still a tycoon with tens of millions in his hands.

As long as the price offered by Nagumo isn't too outrageous, they'll just wait for the right price and try to squeeze more personal points out of him or Nagumo.

Actually, I only have a little over ten million left.

After seeing Katsuragi off, Aoyama turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the window.

He borrowed nearly 20 million from the class to buy Shinmura, and borrowed another 20 million from the second grade to support them in fighting against Nagumo, in exchange for the votes of the three second-grade classes. As a result, his personal points were greatly reduced.

Currently, in the first grade, Class B and his own Class C support him. Adding Third-Year Class A and the three classes in the second grade, he has already secured almost half of the votes in the entire school.

He was completely unhurried, while Nagumo was far from calm.

Damn it, that bastard Aoyama Shiki!

Sitting in his seat with a furrowed brow, Nagumo was filled with anxiety and couldn't calm down at all.

With only three days left until the election, the only classes that have clearly expressed their support for him are his own Class A and Class 1-B. The remaining three classes of the third year are all taking a wait-and-see approach.

Those who openly support Aoyama include the three second-year classes plus their own class, as well as the Third-Year Class A where Horikita Manabu is located.

With two against five, how could he not be anxious?

This is unbelievable! Why aren't you in Class A?

Nagumo grabbed a handful of hair in frustration. Even if Aoyama wasn't from Class A, he couldn't coordinate with the three first-year classes to deal with him.

Are we left with only underhanded tactics?

Unable to think of a way to turn things around, Nagumo turned his attention to his childhood sweetheart.

During the Sports Festival, he narrowly lost to Aoyama, which may have been partly due to Asahina running slower than usual. Afterwards, when asked, he discovered that Asahina had sent a message to Aoyama before she was about to start the race.

He said he made a bet with her, and whoever won would have the right to confess his feelings to her.

Distracted and agitated, she slowed down her run.

Was it intentional slowing down, or was it genuine distraction that caused the slowness?

But since you're the one who made me lose to Aoyama, you also have an obligation to help me deal with that bastard Aoyama. Knowing that Asahina is my childhood friend, do you still have feelings for Asahina? You're asking for it.

Looking at Asahina's energetic appearance, Nagumo's gaze deepened.

He and Asahina were childhood friends, but Asahina was never his girlfriend. It wasn't because he never confessed his feelings; it was simply Asahina always rejected him.

However, he never intended to give up on Asahina, and sooner Asahina would have no choice but to accept him.

According to information obtained from Aoyama, who was dumped by Kushida, Aoyama also harbors secret feelings for Asahina, whom he met at the beginning of the school year.

In order to achieve his goals, he had no choice but to make a small use of Asahina.

Miyabi Nagumo was determined to prove to Horikita Manabu that she was his best and most suitable successor, and that people like Aoyama Shiki could only submit to him.

In Horikita Manabu's heart, he must be the one who is most valued.

"Junior, is this yours? I just found it."

In the afternoon, while the Student Council was inspecting the activities of various clubs, Aoyama, who was assigned to the same group as Tachibana Akane, heard an unfamiliar female voice behind him.

Turning his head, Aoyama recognized her as a senior from Third-Year Class B. In her outstretched hand lay a talisman, a cute pink amulet with the words "good match" on it.

Clearly, this is a love charm, embodying the owner's longing for beautiful love.

Lowering his eyelids slightly, Aoyama spoke gently, "No, but I know who its owner is."

With his photographic memory, he immediately recognized it as the charm on Asahina Nazuna's phone, a childhood friend of Miyabi Nagumo Masaru's, something she had always cherished.

"That's great, then I'll trouble you to return it to her, junior." With a relaxed expression, third-year senior Hashitsune grabbed his hand and placed the amulet in it.

She casually left behind a "please" and vanished from Aoyama's sight.

"It's Asahina's amulet. Should I return it to her?" Tachibana Akane asked, leaning over to look at the food in Aoyama's hand.

"No need, I can do it myself."

With a slight smile, Aoyama closed his palms, put the amulet in his pocket, and then continued to complete the tasks assigned by the Student Council with Tachibana Akane.

After the Student Council event ended, he didn't contact Asahina immediately. Instead, he caught the literature girl who was quietly trying to sneak away from the Student Council.

"Who said they'd work out with me after the Student Council activities ended?"

Shiina rarely showed a shy smile, "It's not that I'm afraid of bothering Aoyama, after all, this is a crucial moment for the student council president election."

"If it's Shiina, I'm willing to bother her however I want."

That's an exaggeration!

With a slight pout, Shiina resignedly followed Aoyama out of the Student Council room and into the gym where Sakura had once trained Aoyama.

After changing into her sportswear in the locker room and entering her designated private room, Shiina met her good book friend, Yamamura Miki.

"You two are evenly matched. Next year at the Sports Festival, the one who performs better will get a small wish granted."

"To add, this is within our capabilities."

With a faint smile, Aoyama offered Shiina and Yamamura a little encouragement, hoping they could both have good health.

"Then we're enemies, Yamamura -kun." Shiina looked up, revealing an enigmatic yet adorable smile.

The Yamamura was thrown into chaos. "Enemy... enemy?!"

"Shiina was just teasing you, Miki."

Aoyama stepped forward and ruffled Yamamura's hair to comfort him. After comforting him, he stared at Shiina's smooth silver hair and chuckled.

"You've teased my lovely Miki, you have to punish her properly."

Chapter 242 The Cute Senior

8 PM.

Once again alone, Aoyama took Asahina's good fortune charm and went out.

According to Kushida's latest information, Asahina is also lingering outdoors, seemingly looking for something with a flashlight.

Good evening, Asahina- senpai.

Outside a convenience store near the school, Aoyama found Asahina sitting alone on a bench, looking dejected.

With intelligence support, finding someone is a very simple matter.

"Junior Aoyama?!"

"I already said, if the senior calls me a weird junior, I might be even happier."

With a gentle smile, Aoyama sat down next to Asahina, one seat away, and extended his clenched fists.

"Senior, are you looking for a talisman? Want to guess which hand I have? If you guess right, I'll return it to its rightful owner without asking for anything in return."

"You found him, Aoyama -kun!" Asahina exclaimed with delight.

After searching for hours without success, she was about to give up when things took an unexpected turn for the better.

The lost amulet wasn't very valuable, and it wasn't a gift from someone or something I got from a temple; I just bought it at a regular shop at school when the semester started.

However, the amulet she bought when she was anxious about the future after starting school unknowingly gained great significance in her heart, becoming something like a spiritual pillar.

She hopes that one day, the amulet of good fortune will bring her a life partner she likes, someone with whom she will have no barriers.

"Yes, I only glanced at it and I knew it was the charm on my senior's phone." Seeing Asahina's delight, Aoyama smiled faintly.

Is this it?

With her slender, white fingers pointing to Aoyama's left hand, Asahina stared intently into Aoyama's eyes with a probing gaze.

Although she would offer a reward if he guessed correctly, since Aoyama wanted to guess, she planned to guess correctly and show it to Aoyama.

Aoyama smiled slightly, "Are you going to choose this one?"

Is this it?

Asahina moved her finger to Aoyama's right hand, but Aoyama's expression remained unchanged.

It just didn't work.

"This is it." Unable to find an answer, Asahina chose her right hand based on her intuition.

Unfortunately, you guessed wrong.

Aoyama moved his left hand to attract Asahina's attention, then suddenly opened his right hand with his four fingers together, revealing a palm that was completely empty.

"However, I'll give you one more chance to guess."

He stared into Asahina's eyes and spoke, but when he noticed her gaze lift up, Aoyama clenched his right fist again.

"Junior, do you really not want any reward?" Asahina pouted, and the pretty sunflower ornament on her head seemed to droop as well, mirroring her own mood.

If it's not in the right hand, it must be in the left hand. Isn't this just trying to make her guess correctly? It makes no sense at all.

Did Aoyama think she was someone who didn't want to pay?

Aoyama's lips curled into a smile. "Guess again."

In fact, Asahina had guessed correctly from the beginning, but he played a little trick when he opened his palm, hiding the amulet behind his hand and between his fingers.

Then he clenched his fists and hid them back in his palms.

He failed with Ichinose last time, so this time he's determined to get his revenge with Asahina.

"Then I'll guess the right hand."

Asahina placed her hand directly on Aoyama's right hand, giving him a look that said, "I'm about to guess wrong."

"Aren't you going to change it?" Aoyama said helplessly. Last time, Ichinose guessed that he would play a prank, but this time Asahina was stubbornly determined to 'guess wrong'.

He just wanted to successfully trick someone once, but why was it so difficult?

"No change."

"Congratulations, senior, you guessed right."

Hiding it once is fine, but hiding it twice is unnecessary.

No longer creating opportunities to play tricks, Aoyama slowly opened his right hand.

Asahina glared angrily at Aoyama's face. "If you guessed wrong, you guessed wrong. Junior, you don't need to lie through your teeth."

"See, I guessed right! This time it's a victory for the senior!"

"Eh?!" Reminded and looking down, Asahina also noticed the amulet lying quietly in Aoyama's palm. From the details, it was unmistakable that this was the amulet she had lost.

"Didn't it just not exist?"

"That's because I hid it, wanting my senior to guess my left hand again, and then I'd give you a final surprise."

With a push forward, Aoyama let Asahina take the amulet from his palm. Seeing Asahina's cute expression as she tilted her head in confusion, his slight annoyance dissipated.

Judging from Asahina's actions, he believed that Asahina's loss of the amulet was not her intention.

The senior from Third-Year Class B in the afternoon was definitely lying. He had a photographic memory and could recall the ground he had passed by, and was certain that there was no amulet on the ground.

Nagumo, oh Nagumo, did you finally lose your temper?