You Like Aoyama Too?

Getting the struggling students in Second-Year Class D to study diligently is harder than her single-handedly leading the class to Class A.

Having the same idea as Shiina, Horikita had an epiphany under the influence of objective conditions: instead of obsessively pushing the class to A, it's better to leverage other resources.

It's difficult to get some students in Second-Year Class D to study hard, but giving them a little reward will make them obedient.

Later on, there were Class Transfer Ticket, so transferring seven or eight students from Second-Year Class D to Class Ichinose was no problem at all.

[Mori's Off-Duty] Class 2-A: 1780 points

[Amikura Class] Second-Year Class B: 1410 points

[Shiina Class] Class 2-C: 1380 points

[Horikita Class] Second-Year Class D: One hundred and ten points

Horikita mentally calculated the changes in the second-year Class Points. Starting next month, Ichinose's class would return to Second-Year Class B.

In this Sports Festival, Class 2-A only came in second place. The first place went to Class 2-C, which was deliberately given a boost by Second-Year Class D. Even so, Second-Year Class D still came in third place.

Each student in the class receives five points, and participating in the competition earns one participation point.

With only thirty people left in Shiina's class, they were undoubtedly at the bottom.

Having a large number of people means you're powerful.

"The Twenty Million Personal Points have already been transferred." With a smile, Ichinose walked to Horikita's side.

This 20 million is the best medicine to stabilize the morale of Second-Year Class D.

With the possibility of being promoted to Class 2-A and a living allowance that ensures they have enough to eat and drink, it's very difficult for students in Class 2-A Second-Year Class D to steal their place.

"Yes, I received it."

Horikita Suzune took out her phone to confirm and nodded.

Just as she was about to put her phone away, it received a message from Aoyama.

I'll come over for dinner tonight.

[I'll skip cooking today; there's a celebration dinner, so I'm not planning to cook.]

Suddenly remembering that he had deliberately lost to Ibuki, Horikita felt a knot of unease rising in his heart.

She's usually the one who initiates contact with Aoyama, but this time Aoyama actually took the initiative, especially during this busy time after the Sports Festival.

[I'll help out at the school festival, and I'm also ordering Megumi to cause you trouble.]

The Sports Festival ends in October, and the Special Exam for the cultural festival will arrive in November not long after.

The Special Exam the cultural festival, which is taken by students from all three grades, awards 100 Class Points to the top four students, 50 Class Points to the fifth through eighth students, and no penalty to the bottom four students.

Because it's the first cultural festival, and there will be more outsiders participating than at the Sports Festival, the school has set more lenient competition conditions.

[Knew.]

Karuizawa is really good at obeying orders.

Reluctantly agreeing, Horikita felt even more uneasy, wondering what Aoyama would do to her.

Night.

"Suzune, tell me how I've treated you, why are you doing this to me?"

After eating the dinner that Horikita had carefully prepared, Aoyama stared straight at Horikita as she came out after washing the dishes.

Because she had already taken a shower, Horikita's long, black hair, which was in excellent condition, was casually draped over her light green pajamas, giving her a somewhat housewife-like appearance.

He didn't know when it started, but Horikita had gotten used to appearing in front of him in her pajamas and didn't feel anything was wrong with it.

"If we're talking about Ibuki, wasn't it you who started it first?" Horikita replied with a sigh of relief, finally getting a chance for Aoyama to bring it up.

"You're making it sound like you're right."

With a slight smile, Aoyama stood up and walked to Horikita, continuing to admire her face.

Her purplish-red pupils revealed a stubbornness, and her adorably adorable face seemed to say she was absolutely right.

Is something wrong?

"Some parts are right, but some parts are wrong." Raising his hand, Aoyama pinned Horikita against the wall.

"Then tell me where you went wrong."

Two blushes appeared on her cute face. Horikita first looked away to avoid eye contact, then forcibly turned back to look into Aoyama's eyes.

Aoyama tricked her first; she just retaliated by tricking him back.

With a playful chuckle, Aoyama lifted Horikita's delicate chin. "Why would I teach you and not Ibuki? What's the difference between you and Ibuki?"

That's because you still like me.

Horikita immediately thought of this answer, and she was absolutely certain that it was correct.

Only for this reason would Aoyama, who had become the uncrowned king of the school, treat her differently.

"It seems you've already figured out the answer."

Seeing that Horikita's fair face had turned blood red, Aoyama lowered his head and gently pecked her cheek in surprise.

It feels warm and delicate to the touch, which is quite nice.

Horikita's eyes betrayed her wavering. "What are you doing...?"

Although she had been hugged by Aoyama many times, this was the first time she had been kissed on the cheek, and the shock she felt from the kiss was greater than she had imagined.

Even though it was just ordinary physical contact, her heart was pounding noticeably.

"Of course, it's about collecting interest." Aoyama cupped Horikita's cheek to prevent her from looking down, gazing intently at her incredibly cute, flushed face.

"As the first and most senior disciple, it's only right that I shield my master from trouble. If I can't even do that, then I'll have to collect interest from another source."

"Perfect match—I like you."

He confessed his feelings to Horikita again, and Aoyama lowered his head again in Horikita's wide eyes, his goal very clear.

"Woo"

Her purplish-red eyes widened in shock. Horikita Suzune tried to back away in panic, but there was only a cold wall behind her.

With nowhere left to retreat, she chose to close her eyes tightly and refuse to look at the Aoyama.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the sensation on my lips became more pronounced, and the scent of the Aoyama intensified.

Oh well, he deserves it anyway.

And it wasn't already certain that she had gotten used to his presence and fallen in love with him.

With her stiff body relaxed and her small mouth slightly open, Horikita Suzune no longer pressed her hand against Aoyama's chest, but instead reached behind him and pulled him towards her.

Suddenly, she felt herself being embraced in a warm embrace.

A warm, comforting embrace.

Chapter 369 You also like Aoyama?

Peaceful days fly by, and soon it was early November.

To go or not to go?

Inside the White Room, Ayanokoji Atsuomi looked at the invitation on the table, caught in a dilemma.

Kouiku, who was organizing the cultural festival for the first time, invited even more political figures than he had invited to the Sports Festival. According to him, many of them were people he wanted to meet but had never had the opportunity to.

If the incident in Tsukishiro hadn't happened, he would definitely have gone, but now it's hard to say.

More than two months have passed since Tsukishiro was sniped, but the police still know nothing, they can't even identify the suspect, let alone bring him to justice.

As a gray glove who walks the line between black and white, Tsukishiro has offended many people, but the fact that Tsukishiro has survived for so long is enough to demonstrate his caution.

At first, Ayanokoji Atsuomi even thought that Tsukishiro had faked his death, until he saw Tsukishiro's body.

They've already killed a big shot like Lian Tsukishiro, so killing one more of him doesn't seem to make much difference.

The police are incompetent; they can't even identify a suspect.

Once I identify the suspect, I'll know whether I've offended him as badly as Tsukishiro.

With a furrowed brow, Ayanokoji Atsuomi finally decided to go.

He can't stay in the White Room forever because of a baseless suspicion.

Ayanokoji Atsuomi picked up the indoor phone on the table. "Call Kiyotaka here."

Since he studied at Kouiku, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka of conversation, which can be considered a way of making use of his talents.

Birdsong drifted in from outside the window from time to time, and a cool breeze would occasionally blow in.

Early in the morning, Shiraishi Asuka was the first to arrive at the classroom, and she was writing and drawing on her tablet.

A handsome running figure is gradually being perfected, and it becomes clear who the drawing depicts.

"Shiraishi Asuka, you also love the Aoyama Shiki?"

Just as Shiraishi Asuka was getting into the zone and a smile was playing on her lips, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Yay--!!"

The stylus used for drawing slipped and fell to the ground, causing Shiraishi to turn his head in surprise.

Holding an indoor shoe in one hand, Morishita Ran appeared before her with a calm expression; her purple eyes beneath her bangs revealed no hint of her mood.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Morishita- kun."

Picking up the pen that had fallen to the ground, Shiraishi replied gently after calming down from his surprise.

"Because you never let people see it."

"So shouldn't we be even less likely to peek?" Shiraishi forced a smile, somewhat flustered by the fact that she had been caught painting Aoyama.

On the surface, she didn't have much contact with Aoyama; their most recent interaction was during the Uninhabited Island Exam.

"It seems so. I'm sorry, Shiraishi Asuka." Morishita's delicate chin moved up and down. "Now, let's talk about the first question."

A girl in her adolescence who could draw secretly drew portraits of the boys in her class.

What this means is clear to any normal person.

"This is just--"

He trailed off, pursing his lips in Shiraishi, abandoning his plan to deceive Morishita.

Although it was Aoyama who forcefully pushed him into power, Morishita also demonstrated remarkable observational skills. When mediating student disputes, he was able to pinpoint the students' sore spots with every word, leaving the wrongdoer speechless.

"That's right." Shiraishi nodded with a slightly embarrassed smile.

There was one thing she had been keeping from Aoyama: after the cruise ship's identity was revealed, her task of observing Aoyama changed, while Ayanokoji was taken over by another student.

Without realizing it, she gradually began to care about the Aoyama.

She could make any sound she wanted, which perfectly suited her fetish and made her incredibly excited.

He is very gentle with his girlfriend, handsome, and incredibly powerful—to a level that is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Shiraishi felt that it was extremely difficult to not like going up to Aoyama.

"By the way, Morishita- san, what did you mean by saying you also like Aoyama- san?"

Shyly facing Morishita's scrutinizing gaze, Shiraishi also noticed a fact that bothered him.

Recalling Morishita's tone just now, it seemed she was referring to herself. If she were talking about Kamuro and the others, Morishita should have included Kamuro and the others, or at least mentioned one of their names as an example.

"I think, perhaps, possibly, or maybe, I have a slight liking for Aoyama Shiki." Morishita answered calmly after pursing his lips.

Aside from her role as a class leader, she was just an ordinary girl.

There are quite a few handsome boys in the class, but the only one who makes her want to have a boyfriend is the outstanding Aoyama Shiki.

After witnessing Aoyama's fist break a large tree, her interest in Aoyama grew even stronger.

"By the way, how long does it take you to draw a simple portrait sketch?"