The Prize Draw / I Like You, Aoyama

Looking directly at Aoyama's face, Ichinose's lips curled into a smile. "I will persuade the other students in the class. Just as Aoyama -kun analyzed, it's not a good choice to go to great lengths to maintain our position in Class A during our first year."

Store up grain and delay declaring yourself king.

This is the strategy proposed by Aoyama.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Just like this time, Horikita was the first to give up cooperating with Class B, because he didn't want Class B to maintain its leading position. If Class B continued to pull ahead, the remaining three classes would only join forces in tacit agreement.

Three against one, they could easily beat the one to a pulp.

Only Class A, whose Class Points difference with Class B is not significant, is a good Class A and will not provoke a joint attack from the three classes.

Unlike the time with Horikita, this is a legitimate transaction with Ichinose, so Aoyama will put himself in his employer's shoes and act accordingly. Of course, his goal of getting as many personal points as possible will not change.

Now, not only Ichinose wants to raise 20 million, but Aoyama also wants to raise 20 million, with the same goal as Ichinose: to get a lucky charm.

He intends to unequivocally support Kamuro and Yamamura; they cannot be neglected in their protection.

"It would be a pleasure to cooperate with you." Aoyama extended his hand to Ichinose.

At the same time, he also opened the System Panel.

Chapter 126 Lottery

Shortly after the Uninhabited Island Special Exam ended, Aoyama received his due personal points from Horikita and Kushida.

He has over 3.1 million points from the auction exam, 1.5 million from Ryuen, and the remaining points from the previous draw, bringing his total black money points to over 4.8 million.

The personal points on the Personal Terminal are a little over eight million, still twelve million short of twenty million.

Uncle Tong, I'd be happy with just one gold item, please have mercy.

Holding the slightly shy Ichinose's hand, Aoyama prayed as he pressed the ten-card button, his attention completely focused on the exquisite cards that suddenly appeared.

Two purple, three blue, and five white—it's acceptable.

After glancing at the purple cards he had drawn, Aoyama, following Ichinose ten-pull, and then another ten-pull.

Two 10-pulls yielded two purple, three blue, and fifteen white pulls – a guaranteed minimum.

Holy crap, why did it suddenly become so unlucky? Don't mess with me, Master! I only have one last 10-pull left, can't I do it on my birthday?

The consecutive guaranteed wins caused Aoyama's face to involuntarily turn wooden, which puzzled Ichinose, who was looking at Ichinose with increasing shyness, as he wondered why Aoyama had held on for so long.

What's wrong with Aoyama -san? Is there something wrong with her hand?! Or is it just sweaty?

One last 10-pull, open it!

With the die already cast, Aoyama, oblivious to Ichinose's predicament, didn't choose to stop short of the game and instead invested his last million.

However, he ultimately failed. Perhaps he had used up all his luck last time, as he still only managed to get a pitiful purple item as his minimum guarantee.

Sorry, I got distracted.

Disappointed, Aoyama didn't even bother to check what the final purple card reward was before closing the system interface.

After getting two yolks, plus today's four 10-pulls, he still needs five more 10-pulls to reach the guaranteed gold.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Ichinose quickly pulled her hand back and put it under the table. Ichinose touched her right palm with her left hand and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that it was not wet.

That's great. It would be so embarrassing if I sweated. I wonder what Aoyama would think then.

"Aoyama -kun, are you free later? I've made plans to play pool with Chihiro, so there will be four of us including Aoyama."

"We can invite Airi and Kushida too, the more the merrier!"

Calming herself down, Ichinose looked at Aoyama with some anticipation. She figured that if it wasn't just one person but several, inviting Aoyama, who had a girlfriend, shouldn't be a problem.

This is not an outrageous act.

"Kushida is busy right now. As for Sakura ..." Aoyama paused, "Tell me the location first. If Sakura wants to go, I'll take her, but it'll probably be a while."

Last night I talked with Karuizawa about her past for a long time. After I got back to my room and took a shower, I talked with Ichinose about our collaboration.

It was already late when he hung up the phone, so he decided to deal with Sakura's matter today.

Ichinose laughed happily, "Then I'll meet up with Chihiro and the others first. I'll send you my location once I get there."

"Yes, I'll be there as soon as possible."

Smiling, Aoyama watched Ichinose leave, then took out his phone and, using Ichinose's invitation as an excuse, sent Sakura a meeting invitation, suggesting they meet somewhere or that he go to her.

His motto is to resolve problems as quickly as possible. A day should be enough for Sakura to calm down and properly explain why he did what he did that day.

There's only one female student left in the four-person dorm.

Ugh---I wasn't prepared at all, this is so sudden!

How can your hands be so fast?

Lying helplessly on the bed, holding her phone high in the air, Sakura stared at the read notification and deeply regretted clicking on Aoyama's message without thinking the moment she saw it.

Why do chat apps have a read receipt feature?

[Where are you now, Aoyama- kun? I'm planning to come find you.]

Sakura hesitated, writing and deleting, until beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, before finally writing and sending a reply to Aoyama. A few seconds later, she received the address.

The speed was so fast, it was as if Aoyama was constantly staring at the interface.

"Woo"

Sakura covered her head with a pillow and let out a mournful cry. She sat up and walked to the bathroom sink. What came into view was a very cute face; she looked like a fashionable young girl.

She hesitated for a long time before going out for breakfast in the morning, but in the end she gave up her old-fashioned look, discarded her ordinary flat-framed glasses, and also abandoned her old-fashioned braids.

If you want to stand openly and honestly beside Aoyama, you can't stop moving forward.

Sakura Airi, you have to do your best.

Looking in the mirror Aoyama Sakura a nervous heart.

They're all just useless blue items. The only interesting one is the Detective Boys Badge.

While waiting for Sakura to arrive, Aoyama also began to check what he had drawn. The few blue items he had drawn were mostly firearms, with only the badge of the "Teenage Reckless Crew" being useful.

The badge, about half the size of a palm, has a transmitter attached. As long as the radio is tuned to the same frequency, the other party's voice can be heard, and the communication range is much greater than that of a walkie-talkie.

[Shinichi Kudo's Soccer Technique: He can hit any target without fail; combined with Professor Agasa's equipment, he can even shoot down helicopters.]

Then you should at least pair it with Professor Agasa's Power-Enhancing Kick Shoes.

Looking at one of the four purple cards, Yamauchi couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted and complain. Although it was a high-level skill card, it didn't quite live up to its purple card status without matching equipment.

[Kaito Kid's Card Throwing Technique: With cards in hand, I rule the world.]

Well, that's alright. Bringing a deck of cards is an extra means of self-defense.

Moreover, it wouldn't seem strange for a boy to carry playing cards with him, unlike the first one who needed to carry a soccer ball to play.

I'll buy a deck of cards when I go out later; the store should be able to sell them, right?

With his fingers becoming more agile, Aoyama looked at the notes on the third purple card.

[Enhanced Solar-Powered Skateboard: Top speed can exceed 100 km/h, please purchase insurance beforehand.]

Only a fool would drive at 100 km/h; even with insurance, you wouldn't know who to pay out.

With a sigh, Aoyama hoped that the last purple card, whose true form was still unknown, would bring him a pleasant surprise. It would be too frustrating if he couldn't even get a good item with four million coins.

[Kogoro Mouri's Shoulder Throw: When he gets serious, even Ran Mouri can only meet her end at his hands.]

I finally got the protective skill! Not bad at all.

With a look of surprise at his ability to extract information, Aoyama stood up from the sofa and stretched his body.

If he still couldn't draw any martial arts skills, he was even planning to ask Horikita Manabu to teach him self-defense techniques. He had never forgotten one thing.

That is the classroom of the strong, also known as the classroom of the strong.

To survive in this world, you need not only power, but also fighting skills.

Chapter 127 I Like You, Aoyama -kun

"I like you, Aoyama -kun."

The girl, who buried her face in his chest, felt a burning heat coming from his palm. Her voice trembled but conveyed a sense of determination. Her body pressed tightly against his, leaving no gap between them.

Aoyama was somewhat surprised, and his feelings were also a bit complicated.

He hadn't expected Sakura to have this kind of courage.

Let's rewind to half an hour ago.

After testing his newfound abilities for a while, Aoyama responded to Sakura's knocking inquiry and confirmed that the girl, who looked even prettier than usual, carefully pushed open the door and entered.

Beneath her slender, neat eyelashes, her jewel-like, icy blue eyes shone even brighter. A black ribbon tied in a bow adorned the center of her light-colored, waist-cinching, short-sleeved dress, making her look as beautiful as a model.

It's beautiful, a real feast for the eyes.

But I hope it's okay to play pool in this outfit? By the way, are you not disguising yourself this time? Aren't you worried about your identity being exposed?

"Very beautiful, Sakura," Aoyama praised, stepping forward. "You've improved even more than before; that's remarkable."

He felt that even just going out without a disguise for one day was already progress, and once he did it, he would do it again; sooner or later, Sakura would become the person he envisioned.

Sakura lowered her head shyly yet happily, "I won't run away anymore, Aoyama -kun."

"Aren't you afraid your identity will be exposed?"

"It was already exposed yesterday; the whole class knows."

Remembering the endless questions her roommates had asked her last night, Sakura's face fell. She was doing alright on the cruise ship; as long as there weren't any class meetings, she wouldn't have much interaction with the other students in her class.

The day school starts will probably be the most stressful time.

The girls were fine, but the guys around her, especially Yamauchi, would definitely come up and talk to her, and just thinking about dealing with Yamauchi made her uncomfortable.

"Was it yesterday morning?" Aoyama immediately recalled the scene of Sakura suddenly fleeing yesterday morning.

At that time, she naturally didn't have time to go to the bathroom to change her disguise again.

"Yes, a classmate saw it."

Aoyama patted Sakura's head. "Even so, choosing to stop hiding yourself is a big step forward."

While being exposed might make her a hot topic for a while, if Sakura chooses to continue with her unfashionable appearance, the students of Class D will eventually return to their former selves after some time.

Faced with a classmate who clearly didn't want to talk to them, no matter how curious they were about the classmate's modeling experience, the students in Class D wouldn't bother to make a fool of themselves.

They might even ignore it more than before.

"Can you tell me why you ran away yesterday?" To prevent Sakura from running away again, Aoyama placed his hands on her shoulders. The fabric of her long dress, which wasn't too thick, couldn't completely conceal the delicate skin of Sakura.

Naturally, this couldn't stop the trembling emanating from her body.

As expected, she got the answer. As efficient as ever, Aoyama- kun...

Sakura looked up and stared at Aoyama's eyes, which, as expected, were fixed on her. The hands that were pressing on her shoulders were still so warm.

Boys' hands are definitely warmer than girls'; Gaga's hands aren't even as tall as mine.

What about the body? What would it feel like to be hugged by Aoyama- kun? But now is not the time to worry about those questions.

"As long as the special training continues, I'll have an excuse to see you, Aoyama -kun." Sakura suppressed the urge to lower her head. "Without this excuse, I don't think I'll have the courage to actively seek you out, Aoyama -kun."

"I don't want this. I want to stay by Aoyama 'Aoyama side and pay more attention to me."

I said it.

Sakura loosened her fist, which she had unconsciously clenched, and spoke the answer she had arrived at after tossing and turning in bed all day, asking herself these questions. It felt as if a stone had been removed from her heart, and she felt completely Matsushita.

She didn't have the slightest thought of lying to Aoyama, and even though the real reason was as straightforward as a confession, she still managed to do it.

"I just want to be by Aoyama -kun's side."

Sakura lowered her head, awaiting Aoyama's verdict, and prayed in her heart that he wouldn't push her away. She repeated the words Hasebe had scoffed at.

If Aoyama told her that she was pushing her luck and told her to get out, she would definitely burst into tears on the spot.

Aoyama muttered to himself, "So that's the reason."

For Sakura, it takes courage to extend an invitation to someone, let alone to a man who already has a girlfriend.

Not only do you have to consider whether the person being invited will be happy to be invited, but you also have to consider whether their girlfriend will have any objections, or whether it will ruin their relationship.