Don't Worry, He Won't Live Much Longer

A moment later, Aoyama smiled and mentally added background music while gently rubbing the head of the pouting Amikura.

On the same goldfish, three out of four people from the Amikura contributed.

Sensitive to the situation, Ichinose promptly switched to a golden goldfish and successfully caught it on the first try, but unfortunately, she failed on the last swipe.

"Your turn." After praising Ichinose, Aoyama poked Shiranami's nervous little face.

"Um."

Without uttering any grand pronouncements like "Watch me, "Shiranami's face was even more tense than it had been at the beginning with the Amikura.

One breakthrough after another.

Two consecutive breakthroughs.

Three consecutive breakthroughs.

On the little red goldfish that failed in the Amikura battle, Shiranami also contributed a triple kill.

On her last attempt, she lifted the paper net to a distance parallel to the small bowl, but at the last moment, the net still broke.

"The Shiki." Three pairs of eyes looked at the Aoyama at the same time.

Leave it to me.

With a confident smile, Aoyama took out the last paper fishing net.

Without any carelessness, he caused the paper net to crack the instant it entered the water, all while everyone was watching.

Judging by their imposing presence, I thought they were something special.

The junior student, who had been teased by Aoyama, noticed the tear in the paper mesh and was also a little disappointed.

Then, in her view, Aoyama did not use the paper net to support the goldfish that had killed seven times in a row, but instead used the edge of the paper net to support the goldfish from the middle.

How the hell can it maintain its balance?!

Shocked by Aoyama's actions, the junior student's eyes widened.

The thin rim, barely thicker than a toothpick, held the goldfish captive, preventing it from escaping the water and being pulled into the bowl, despite its struggles and movements.

"Isn't it amazing?"

"Amazing, absolutely amazing." Even though Aoyama wasn't asking her, the junior student named Osaki Noa still praised her.

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, junior."

With a slight smile at the cute junior, Aoyama led the three others who were also praising him to the booth where they could pop balloons for prizes.

Upon seeing that it was him, the stall owner, Hosen Kazuomi's faces darkened.

During the Uninhabited Island Special Exam, he could forgive Aoyama for beating him up, but the fact that Aoyama ruined his plans was something that disgusted him greatly.

If Aoyama hadn't intervened, Nanase Tsubasa would have packed up and left long ago, instead of being stuck here with him as a co-leader.

"Are you sure this gun is genuine?" Ignoring Hosen's darkening expression, Aoyama picked up the spring gun that fired plastic bullets and weighed it in his hand a few times.

What do you think?

If it's a real gun, I'll shoot you dead in one shot.

Hosen couldn't understand what Aoyama was talking about. How could an ordinary high school student like him possibly get his hands on a real gun?

Besides, if they got their hands on real guns, who the hell would bring them here for people to play with?!

"You guys play first, and just let me know what prize you like in the end," said Aoyama, confident that he was invincible.

"Then Xiao Fanbo, who just caught the goldfish, will get first prize, Chihiro will get second prize, and I'll get third prize."

With lively smiles, Amikura, as if he already had the prizes in hand, decided on the prizes for each person.

This confident demeanor prompted Hosen to give a cold smile and stand aside.

The spring gun he adjusted could only pop the balloon with 100% accuracy if it hit the balloon's weakest point.

The first prize was a huge plush toy, but it was an essential item for his fishing.

"Slap--Slap--"

As Ichinose one, Aoyama also noticed the problem.

However, this is considered normal business practice, since there are no regulations specifying how many joules the soft rubber bullets fired from a spring gun must have.

"Watch me."

After the three men were defeated without any discouragement, Aoyama bought three more shooting opportunities.

One shot, one kill.

The 100% accuracy quickly attracted a crowd, but Aoyama made no mistakes amidst the attention, remaining calm and composed as if he were doing something he already knew.

With three shots fired without missing a single one, and amidst Hosen's stern expression, Aoyama took home the first, second, and third prizes from the stall.

Then, as if they were buying a lot of goods, they swept up all the high-value prizes in the games held by Class 1-D.

"Senior really doesn't hold back," Nanase said with a wry smile as she approached Aoyama, who was carrying gift bags in each hand.

Before afternoon, the grand prize had been won.

It's foreseeable that Class 1-D is doomed in this cultural festival, but thankfully there's no punishment for it.

"Remember to prepare more prizes next time. These are all yours back." With a smile, Aoyama kept the goldfish and the first, second, and third prizes from the Hosen stall, and stuffed everything else into Nanase's hands.

"No, senior earned it through his own abilities—"

"I haven't finished speaking yet," Aoyama interrupted Nanase. "As payment for returning the favor, little Nanase, you have to come with us and be our little bag-carrying assistant."

If there's no shortage of personal points, all the prizes for Class 1-D are just so-so for Aoyama.

"For the sake of the class, could you please sacrifice yourself, Nanase?"

With a smile, Aoyama gave Nanase a reason she couldn't refuse.

Chapter 375 Don't worry, he won't live much longer.

"It seems Hui and the others are busy for the time being."

After playing with Ichinose two for a while, around noon, the three of them went back to their classroom to help out. Aoyama then took Nanase, his little follower, to the snack shop in Second-Year Class D.

Compared to the meticulously prepared desserts at Ichinose, the sizzling fried pork cutlets and hamburgers seem to attract customers more.

The idea, which Horikita initially didn't think much of, unexpectedly became a success.

"There are too many people, let's go eat somewhere else."

After greeting the busy Sakura and the others, Aoyama led Nanase to the food stall of Class 1-C. Class 1- Class 1-C year that sold food, and they could also visit Tsubaki Sakurako, who was familiar with Nanase.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, senpai." Nanase nodded happily, and walked a little closer to Aoyama.

Will they think I'm a senior's girlfriend?

Walking down the crowded corridor, Nanase noticed that many passersby would linger their gazes on the two of them for a moment.

It's normal for a man and a woman walking side-by-side, chatting happily, to be mistaken for each other at a cultural festival, right?

Thinking it was very possible, Nanase couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness.

"What are you thinking about? Remember to watch where you're going, Nanase."

With a flick of his Aoyama, he pushed Nanase in front of him to help her avoid the running children.

"Ah... I wasn't thinking anything." Nanase quickly told the child's parent, who was bowing their head in apology, that Aoyama Nanase.

"Well, if you keep getting distracted, I'll have to hold your hand like a child so you don't get lost."

Seeing that Nanase didn't want to talk, Aoyama didn't force her to let go of his hand on her shoulder.

Without any unexpected events, the two quickly arrived at the shop of Class 1-C, a ramen shop that was only so-so in terms of popularity.

"Welcome, senior."

Leaning lazily against the corridor of her own shop, Tsubaki Sakurako, the shop's mascot, wore a form-fitting kimono.

The plain, pale yellow kimono, worn by a languid girl with a lack of expression, has a unique charm.

If she weren't holding a lollipop, she'd probably look even more like a shopkeeper.

"Give me one too." Aoyama stretched out his hand and moved his fingers in front of Tsubaki Sakurako.

"Oh, I only have two left."

With a slightly helpless expression, Tsubaki Sakurako took out two lollipops from her pocket and reluctantly handed them to Aoyama.

"I'll buy you some after you finish your ramen." With a touch of indulgence, Aoyama placed his hand on Tsubaki Sakurako's head and ruffled it.

Because of her lack of facial expression, the Student Council members enjoyed teasing Tsubaki Sakurako, considering it a victory to make Tsubaki Sakurako show a change in expression.

Although not as popular as the lively and cheerful Nanase, Tsubaki Sakurako is still the second most popular junior in the Student Council. As for the last place, it is Amasawa Ichika, who is always sticking to Aoyama's side.

"This isn't the Student Council area, don't do that."

After looking around, Tsubaki Sakurako showed a slightly embarrassed and angry expression, then pushed Aoyama's back and sent him into the classroom shop.

With so many classmates, she'll be teased again once Aoyama leaves.

"Anything produced by Tsubaki Sakurako is guaranteed to be of the highest quality."

Nanase divided the spoils he got from Tsubaki Sakurako among Aoyama's, and sat in a corner of the classroom.

After ordering the signature ramen from the cute female waitress, he handed the menu to Nanase, who was observing the enemy's Nanase.

"I'll just eat the same thing as my senior." Nanase took the menu without even looking at it and handed it back to the junior who was serving the food.

"Stop looking, it's not as good as your class's. It's already like this at noon, the sales volume definitely won't be as high as your class's."

Licking the lollipop given to him by the seasoned gourmand Tsubaki Sakurako, the perfect taste brought a smile to Aoyama's face.

The fact that the restaurant is so small and still has empty tables all the time already shows that Class 1-C chose the wrong track this time.

"It seems so." With an embarrassed smile, Nanase withdrew her investigative gaze and turned to Aoyama.

The senior student, casually and happily munching on a lollipop, looked confident and very handsome.

After losing sight of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who had dropped out of school, she was lost for a while, not knowing what to do, and absentmindedly went to and from school.

At this moment, seemingly noticing her confusion, Aoyama asked her one morning when they were alone, while eating breakfast, what was bothering her lately and if she could talk to him, her senior.

Although she didn't think Aoyama would tell anyone, she didn't want Aoyama to know that she had entered Kouiku with ulterior motives.

"Is it because Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was expelled from school that he's troubled?"

"Although he's not a good person, he has no grudge against you. If you want revenge, you should go after Ayanokoji Atsuomi."

Just as she was about to continue keeping her troubles to herself, Aoyama revealed exactly what was bothering her.

This was something he shouldn't have known.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you, that Ayanokoji Atsuomi is here too."

Worried that Nanase might do something impulsive, Aoyama informed her in advance that Ayanokoji Atsuomi was coming to the school, so that she could be mentally prepared and not explode upon meeting him.

"Ayanokoji Atsuomi is here too!"

Leaving behind her past memories, Nanase stood up, supporting herself on the table with both hands, immediately attracting the attention of many students.

"They're here, so there's no use being surprised." Aoyama gestured for the astonished Nanase to sit down.

"But--"

"You're not even listening to your senior anymore, are you? Besides, he brought four bodyguards, what can you do?"

It's true that Nanase is very strong in combat, possibly even stronger than Ryuen and the others, but only stronger than thugs like Ryuen; she can't even beat a bodyguard.

Ayanokoji Atsuomi, who is almost always accompanied by four bodyguards, is an enemy that Nanase can never defeat.

"I'm sorry, I acted impulsively, senpai." Nanase slumped down, her head hanging low and her eyes lowered.

Even though the person who caused her childhood friend's suicide was someone she attended the same school with, she couldn't bring herself to avenge her friend, even though that person deserved to die.

It is clearly unacceptable for such a brutal person to still be alive.

"Don't worry, he won't live much longer."

"Eh??! Does Senpai know something?" Nanase looked up quickly, her eyes wide. She didn't know how Aoyama had figured out that Ayanokoji Atsuomi wouldn't live much longer.

"That's the Naoko; it happened before the Lunar New Year."

Aoyama reached out and gently patted Nanase's head before continuing to speak.