Classroom of the Elite, I Also Want to Be a Good Person

The point gap between Class 1-B and Class 1-A is less than one hundred points.

As the leader of Class A, Katsuragi surely wouldn't sit idly by and watch his class fall to Class B.

"Is this the 'good thing' you were talking about, Aoyama?"

With his face darkening even further, Katsuragi looked at Aoyama with irritation.

He couldn't afford not to save a guy like Hashimoto; he was being forced into a corner.

"What's the problem? Even if Hashimoto is a 'blond-haired delinquent,' he's still a useful one."

"Remember the entrance interview? The interviewers gave every student a rating from A to E."

"Hashimoto's academic and physical ability ratings are both B, and his other stats are decent too. His overall evaluation ranks in the top ten of the entire grade."

Like a merchant bragging about his wares, Aoyama heaped praise upon Hashimoto.

He even threw some information that Katsuragi had no way of obtaining directly into his face.

"The Student Council can see that kind of data?" While Katsuragi wanted to know his own evaluation, he was also skeptical of Aoyama's words.

If these evaluations were accessible, then the talents in classes B, C, and D would have nowhere to hide in Aoyama's eyes.

That was simply too unfair.

"The Student Council President can see them, after all, they have to select talent."

Is he saying I'm not a talent?

Hearing Aoyama's words, Katsuragi recalled the fact that he had been rejected by the Student Council.

Just as Aoyama said, excluding Shiina and Kamuro who got in because of him, he was the only first-year student recognized by Horikita President.

In other words, Aoyama might be even more capable than he had imagined.

For a moment, Katsuragi even considered stepping down and letting someone more capable take over.

But then, thinking of Aoyama's capricious and reckless nature, he dismissed the thought.

"How about 150,000?" Katsuragi tried to haggle.

To his bargaining, Aoyama only smiled and shook his head, making it clear there was no room for negotiation.

In the end, Katsuragi could only agree to Aoyama's terms with a dark expression.

"Invite Sakayanagi to the rooftop of the Special Building, now."

After the dust settled and a disgruntled Katsuragi left, Aoyama stopped Hashimoto, who was trying to use the opportunity to slip away.

Although he had already clipped Sakayanagi's wings, he didn't mind tormenting her one more time; they were already at each other's throats anyway.

"I don't think Sakayanagi will show up. The rooftop of the Special Building has no surveillance; it looks suspicious at a glance."

"Just tell her I caught you there and that I'm demanding her 'master' come to collect you." Aoyama walked over to Hashimoto and patted his shoulder. "Once Sakayanagi arrives, you kick her cane away and record it."

"The reward is a way to transfer to Class A that doesn't require twenty million points."

Before Hashimoto could open his mouth to refuse with a bitter face, Aoyama dangled a bait that Hashimoto couldn't resist.

"It won't be harder than scraping together twenty million personal points, will it?"

"It's not that difficult; it's much simpler than twenty million personal points."

After Nagumo became Student Council President, he introduced Class Transfer Tickets as rewards for the Sports Festival.

Operating under the philosophy that "a scholar's appropriation isn't theft," Aoyama had plans to secure one himself once he took the stage.

"I'll do it."

After a long silence, Hashimoto nodded with a determined look.

With the air of a man embarking on a journey from which he would never return, he stepped out of the convenience store.

"What kind of expression do you think he'll have when I tell him Sakayanagi is the Chairman's daughter after he kicks her cane away?"

With only him and Kamuro left in the room, Aoyama smirked and revealed Sakayanagi's identity to her.

Sakayanagi Arisu is the only precious daughter of Chairman Sakayanagi.

"Tell me, have you lost your mind, you jerk?" Feeling a bit worried, Kamuro scolded him with a stern face.

If Chairman Sakayanagi felt pained by his daughter being bullied, the instigator, Aoyama, would be in for a world of trouble.

"Don't worry. With Sakayanagi Arisu's pride, the moment she asks Chairman Sakayanagi for help is the moment she admits defeat."

"Unless it's an absolute last resort, she won't go 'tattling to her parents'."

"Of course, even if she did, Chairman Sakayanagi probably wouldn't intervene too much. Bullying is an unsightly thing to bring up, and Chairman Sakayanagi's personality leans toward the gentle side."

Noticing Kamuro's concern, Aoyama explained it to her with amusement.

After all, he was currently the most prominent figure in the first year, and he was being watched by everyone.

As long as the move against Sakayanagi Arisu wasn't too severe, Chairman Sakayanagi wouldn't step in.

After kicking away Sakayanagi Arisu's cane, he didn't intend to continue attacking her for the time being.

"Are you worried about me, Kamuro?" Aoyama leaned in toward Kamuro with a cheeky grin.

"How is that possible? I'm just worried about being dragged down by you."

"Tsundere isn't in fashion anymore, you know."

"Don't flatter yourself, you jerk."

Suddenly standing up from her chair, Kamuro kept a cold face as she pinched the soft flesh at Aoyama's waist before quickening her pace to leave the room.

"That hurts, you know---"

Rubbing the spot on his waist where he had been pinched, Aoyama chuckled as he spoke to the empty air.

Taking down the 'One-Day Manager' banner, he once again admired the footage he had just recorded.

The segment where Kamuro dealt with Hashimoto with a look of utter disgust was played back several times.

Compared to the expression on Hashimoto's face when he realized the owner of the cane he had kicked away was the daughter of the Chairman, Aoyama was even more looking forward to Kamuro's expression when she heard his new ringtone.

If he didn't turn Kamuro's declaration of love from just now into a ringtone, he would be doing himself a disservice.

"Today is a good day."

Humming the classic tune, Aoyama left the convenience store with a jaunty step.

Of the two million Kamuro had today, over 1.8 million was money he had temporarily lent her.

Hashimoto had returned 2.35 million, and with Katsuragi's 100,000, plus the 200,000 he returned to Kamuro, he was left with over 2.2 million.

Among that, 450,000 was new black money, bringing his current balance to 1.2 million.

Smoothly and successfully, he had gathered enough for another ten-pull.

"You seem very happy." On the way to buy groceries, Horikita Suzune noticed Aoyama walking with a spring in his step.

"Are you going grocery shopping? Take me with you, let's have a feast tonight."

Realizing that the Horikita Suzune he had bumped into was carrying a reusable bag, Aoyama quickly figured out where she was headed.

With the intention of rewarding himself properly, he decided to spend lavishly.

He wouldn't buy just anything; he would buy only the most expensive and the best.

"What are you so happy about?"

Horikita Suzune peeked at the side of the boy's face beside her.

It had been a long time since she had seen Aoyama this happy; his smile was as innocent as a child who had just received a gift.

Chapter 56: Long Black Hair Won't Do

Spending lavishly, followed by gorging himself, followed by a sudden turn from joy to sorrow.

Aoyama's mood tonight was like riding a drop tower.

"What's wrong? You look like you've been dumped." Horikita Suzune, who was studying at her desk, couldn't help but ask.

Frequently keeping an eye on Aoyama, who was sitting at the dining table in a daze, she clearly noticed the changes in his expression.

From the initial happiness to the anticipation in the middle, and finally, a look of utter despair.

"I need comfort, Suzune."

Feeling like life had lost all meaning, Aoyama tipped backward and lay flat on the floor.

Because System-kun was invisible to others, he couldn't hold back and performed a ten-pull right there in Horikita's room.

Holding onto the belief that his luck couldn't be bad with a beautiful girl nearby, he initiated the ten-pull with a single click.

Nine whites and one purple.

A result that made Aoyama curse in his heart; he even started to suspect that the gold from his first ten-pull was just a pity reward.

How could a person be this unlucky? He had definitely sung that 'Good Day' song too early.

"You don't seem to have done anything; you were just staring blankly a moment ago." Horikita Suzune walked over and looked down at Aoyama from above.

"It looked like I was just staring, but my soul has already traveled through time and space, engaging in a fierce battle with an invisible yet terrifying enemy. I spent a million lives only to get the most desperate result."

Glancing at the absolutely stunning absolute territory, Aoyama flipped his body over to lie on his stomach on the floor.

"Please help me, Warrior Suzune, I'm covered in wounds from trying to save the world."

"If a warrior is reduced to doing this, then let the world be destroyed."

Gently tucking her long hair behind her ears, Horikita Suzune slowly knelt beside Aoyama and placed her hands on his shoulders to begin kneading.

Every movement appeared quite professional.

"You've made great progress, Suzune." Aoyama closed his eyes in comfort.

After a long period of 'guidance,' Horikita Suzune's massage technique had also improved and leveled up.

From clumsy to proficient, Aoyama, who had accompanied her the entire way, had the most say in the matter.

"Do you know when the next special exam is?"

If you want to fish, you have to use bait. Horikita Suzune didn't resist at all and got to work; naturally, it was because Aoyama was paying well.

"Are you saying I have a channel to find out?"

Because Aoyama always liked to preach and act like a riddle-maker, Horikita Suzune had also developed the ability to draw inferences about other cases from one instance.

Since he asked it that way, it meant she had a possibility of knowing.

"The hint is the Midterm Exam."

"Does that mean the second-year students would know, since they took it too?" Horikita Suzune speculated, "Wouldn't that be a bit too much of a joke if the second-years had also taken it?"

The Midterm Exam was the same as what the second-years had taken when they were first-years; this hint could not be more obvious.

"How many years do you think this school has existed? Many of these special exams rotate and change, but the core remains the same."

"The location and process might be the same, but there will always be some differences in the rules."

Aoyama sat up from the ground, adjusted his position, and under Horikita's puzzled gaze, laid his head down on that superb absolute territory.

The bitterness of drawing cards had to be dissolved by a lap pillow from a super beautiful girl, no matter what.

"At the very beginning of summer vacation, there will be a seven-day Uninhabited Island Special Exam." Aoyama felt Horikita's body tremble slightly and wanted to see the expression on her face, but couldn't due to the angle.

With some regret, he closed his eyes to enjoy the soft touch of the girl's thighs.

"This is considered a tradition for the first-years; it tests the students' endurance, the leader's ability to manage resources, and the leader's ability to handle conflicts."

"The resources given by the school at the start of the uninhabited island are limited, and the more resources remaining, the greater the exam rewards."

"If the entire class could go seven days without eating or drinking, that would be a super advantageous start."

Surviving seven days on an uninhabited island in the hot summer; the more resources used, the easier it is to get by.

Students with long-term vision would naturally think about saving as much as possible, but in a class of forty people, there are always those who think about enjoying themselves first.

Hot weather? Then use resources to buy fans.

Eating poorly? Then use resources to buy food.

"Going seven days without eating or drinking would kill people, wouldn't it?" Horikita tried hard to keep her tone calm.

She had plenty of physical contact with Aoyama, but this was the first time she had experienced a lap pillow.