Real Teaching, I Also Want to Be a Good Person

The zipper of the school bag was soon pulled shut with a natural motion.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Filled with the nervous, unsettling thrill of wondering if she had been seen, Kamuro stood in place for over ten seconds.

Realizing that no one had noticed, she reached out toward the shelf once more.

But this time, she didn't grab beer; she grabbed a soda that even students were allowed to purchase.

Holding the icy can in one hand, Kamuro walked to the front counter to pay.

"One can of cola, that will be one hundred and twenty points."

"Thank you for your patronage, please come again."

After scanning her payment code at the machine, she left the convenience store, hiding the beer amidst the clerk's expressions of gratitude.

Maybe I should shake it up and give it to that bastard Aoyama.

Walking through the first-year classroom corridor, a bit of mischievous malice suddenly rose in Kamuro.

But thinking that it might splash onto her books, she ultimately abandoned the idea, though her plan to give the soda to Aoyama remained unchanged.

Carbonated drinks were a woman's enemy.

"No way."

"Even Katsuragi and Ichinose couldn't get into the Student Council."

Before she had even stepped into the Class A classroom, Kamuro noticed that the room was much noisier than usual this morning.

What happened with the Student Council? It shouldn't have anything to do with me, though.

With the thought that she would give the soda to Aoyama if he were there, or return to her seat if he weren't, Kamuro stepped into the classroom.

Then, she noticed that the rowdy classroom suddenly went quiet, and over a dozen pairs of eyes were staring straight at her.

...Why is everyone looking at me? I shouldn't have been caught stealing.

Besides, if I had been caught, the whole class wouldn't know about it this quickly; something else must have happened.

Could it be that that bastard Aoyama did something?

It must be that bastard.

As her thoughts swirled, Kamuro suppressed the urge to let her expression crumble and cast her gaze toward Aoyama's seat.

He's not here yet!

"Kamuro-san, you're amazing! You were appointed as secretary the moment you joined the Student Council."

"Huh?! What Student Council secretary? Are you mistaken, Nishikawa? I haven't even been to the Student Council."

Looking directly at Nishikawa Ryoko, who had come over to strike up a conversation, Kamuro felt that some people were being completely absurd. She hadn't even applied for the Student Council, so how could she be considered for the position of secretary?

Where did she look like a Student Council secretary? She had just been a master thief a moment ago.

Nishikawa, who had a beauty mark under the corner of her mouth and wore her hair in double braids, blinked in confusion at the response. "But it's clearly written on the first-year bulletin board. It's your name, and your class is Class A."

"You're saying you haven't been to the Student Council? How is that even possible?!!"

While Nishikawa Ryoko was merely stunned in the classroom, Totsuka Yahiko, who had been eavesdropping, felt like he was about to explode.

He had lost one hundred thousand private points to Aoyama, and while he felt miserable, he could at least shift the blame for his loss onto the fact that the Student Council President was just a bastard who judged people by their looks.

But for Kamuro to be appointed as secretary without even visiting the Student Council? That excuse simply didn't hold water.

Moreover, just how much did the Student Council President value Aoyama? Not only did he become Vice President the moment he joined, but he could even appoint his own people to the secretary position.

Could it be that Aoyama is truly more outstanding than Katsuragi?

"Yo, good morning, Kamuro."

Because he had spent a little longer exercising this morning, Aoyama arrived at the classroom a bit late, though he had made sure to check the bulletin board.

Horikita Manabu's efficiency was truly beyond reproach; he had handled the requested task very quickly.

"It's not good at all. What is this about being a Student Council secretary?"

Seeing the person responsible, the expression on Kamuro's face turned angry in an instant, something Aoyama had long anticipated.

"Isn't it a pleasant surprise?"

"It's a shock, that's what it is. What exactly is going on?"

"I just remembered the bet with Totsuka yesterday and went to the Student Council." Aoyama cast his gaze toward the pale-faced Totsuka. "I didn't expect the Student Council President to feel like we were old friends at first sight."

"After giving me the Vice President position, he also let me choose two students from the first year to cultivate as my own base of support, preparing for me to take over as President in the future."

In front of the entire class, Aoyama mocked Totsuka a little, looking every bit like a man who had achieved his petty ambitions.

That smile, while handsome, was also a bit punchable.

"Then why didn't you give the remaining spot to someone from your own class instead of an outsider from another class?" His face flushed red, and after racking his brain, Totsuka finally found a point to counterattack Aoyama.

Although it was a bit of a stretch, he couldn't care about that anymore.

People from one's own class were one's own people, and people from other classes were outsiders.

"Are you talking about Shiina, that very cute student from Class C?" Aoyama smiled with satisfaction; Totsuka really was his precious boy.

As a clown, Totsuka was a man of outstanding talent, effortlessly providing the perfect opening for him to make a point.

"That's right. You wouldn't just give away a position because you think someone is cute, would you? There should be a limit to being blinded by lust."

"Although Shiina is indeed very cute, I also collected 400,000 private points for the student council position."

As Totsuka grew increasingly indignant, Aoyama spoke in a volume that the entire class could hear.

"I recognize money, not people. Pay up, and I'll do the work for you."

If you come to me, you pay whether I do it or not.

Adding this thought to himself, Aoyama used Totsuka to give himself a perfect advertisement.

"100,000 private points. Remember to transfer them to my account as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, I might just have you expelled, Totsuka."

Patting the shoulder of the speechless and stunned Totsuka, Aoyama returned to his seat amidst the bewildered gazes of his classmates.

Meanwhile, Kamuro, no longer the center of attention, recalled the bet she had made with Aoyama.

When Aoyama became the vice president of the student council, she would have to join it.

Chapter 25: Accumulating Talent

"Do you think expelling Totsuka is not a difficult task?"

Shortly after the first period ended in the morning, Katsuragi approached Aoyama's desk.

After transferring 100,000 private points to Aoyama, he did not leave immediately but instead posed a question.

"That's right. Expelling you, Katsuragi, might be a bit difficult, but Totsuka? He's arguably one of the easiest people in the class to expel."

Opening his system panel and finding that his black money was still at 450,000, without any increase, Aoyama did not feel too disappointed.

After all, if money won from bets counted as black money, he could just head to a casino after graduation and gamble a few hands; the winnings could be used for endless shopping.

"I will keep that in mind. Thank you for the reminder." Narrowing his eyes to scrutinize him, Katsuragi thanked him and left.

So, inducing gambling doesn't work either, huh?

With no one left to disturb him, Aoyama continued to ponder whether there were any loopholes in the system he could exploit.

"I bought it but don't want to drink it. Here."

A can of soda, without a single drop of condensation on its surface, suddenly appeared on Aoyama's desk.

"What exactly does the student council secretary do? I've never been in the student council." With her left hand on her hip, Kamuro rested her right hand on the edge of the desk.

She had no expectations whatsoever about joining the student council as a secretary.

Although she regretted agreeing to Aoyama's bet on a whim, regret was her own business; going back on her word was out of the question.

"This is the first gift Kamuro has given me. I'll keep it as a family heirloom."

"Just drink it already." Looking at Aoyama's playful face, Kamuro said irritably, "I can't guarantee I'll do a good job as secretary. Remember to remind me if there's anything I need to pay attention to."

"You won't be expected to work right away. At the beginning, Senior Tachibana Akane—that is, Secretary Tachibana—will teach you both."

Noticing that Kamuro was worried about not being able to do the job well, Aoyama informed her that there would be someone to teach them.

The operation of the student council was similar to a regular company; newcomers who knew nothing would be paired with veterans to help them become reliable assets more quickly.

"As for things to watch out for, you can ignore anything any second-year student says. Simply put, treat them like air."

"Are all second-year students your enemies?" Kamuro quickly understood his meaning.

"Except for one guy named Kiriyama Ikuto, who isn't one yet, though he might be soon."

Because he knew of his tendency to sway with the wind, Aoyama had no intention of including Kiriyama in his camp.

Better to have nothing than to have something inferior.

"That guy Miyabi was throwing a tantrum yesterday, looking for the leaker and planning to take fierce revenge."

A few days after Aoyama Shiki joined the student council, he fulfilled his promise to take a certain senior out to dinner.

At a Western restaurant where the decor accounted for most of the menu price, the recent movements of student council vice president Nagumo were tossed out by Asahina as casual conversation.

Just yesterday, Horikita Manabu had received a response from the school regarding the suggestions Nagumo had made about the contracts.

The announcement was conveyed to the second-year students immediately.

Considering that they could not cut off the path of advancement for talented students, the school did not adopt the suggestion that the number of graduates entering Class A should be limited to forty.

However, to prevent a high "defect rate" from damaging the school's reputation, the quota for transferring to Class A using 20 million private points was limited to one person per class.

The second student from a class wanting to transfer to Class A would need 30 million private points, the third would need 40 million, and so on.

In this way, the appeal of Nagumo's unequal contracts to second-year students was reduced by more than half.

"By the way, is it really okay to tell me this? Senior Asahina, you should know that Nagumo and I are rivals." Aoyama Shiki replied to Asahina with some helplessness.

Honestly, he had never intended to use Asahina to dig for information on Nagumo.

This time, he had just wanted to have a meal and call it a day; he hadn't even expected Asahina to agree in the first place.

As Nagumo Miyabi's childhood friend, it was impossible for Asahina not to understand what her position as vice president represented.

"What does it matter? As for Miyabi, he'd actually be dying for someone to challenge him." Asahina still wore that nonchalant expression.

"A challenge, huh..."

In an instant, Aoyama understood the reason for Asahina's indifference.

From her perspective, Nagumo was not some invincible final boss.

However, in the eyes of the second-year students, while he might be capable enough to become the student council vice president, he was merely a challenger compared to Nagumo, who had won consecutive battles and led Class B to Class A.

If things went as expected, he would likely be defeated by Nagumo without much difficulty, just like Kiriyama and the others.

"Asahina-senpai."

"What is it? You strange underclassman." Brushing aside the bangs that had fallen over her brow, Asahina smiled naturally.

"When I become the student council president, I'll treat you to another meal."

Lifting his chin, Aoyama's gentle voice carried an unshakable resolve.

Sooner or later, he would overturn the general consensus among the second-year students that Nagumo was destined to be the next student council president.

The first thing to do was to accumulate talent.

[Borrow money from Kushida Kikyo in full view of everyone, then incite a friend to drag Kushida to the Keyaki Mall.]

On the same night he finished dinner with Asahina-senpai, Aoyama used his phone to contact and activate his first tool in Class 1-D, Karuizawa, with the goal of conquering his second tool, Kushida Kikyo.

There were two students in the first year with explosive levels of approachability: one was Ichinose Honami from Class B, and the other was Kushida Kikyo from Class 1-D.

Neither of these two limited their friendships to their own grade level, especially Kushida.

Taking pleasure in probing the secrets of others' hearts, she spent almost all of her private time making friends, then went to great lengths to earn their trust, only to eventually pry their secrets out of them.