The Two of Us Are on a Rampage: I'm Going "Gaga," and You're Doing the Killing / What Was It That Natural Airheads Are the Perfect Counter to?

After all, with Class C joining forces with Class B, Class B was the one making the bigger concession. If he didn't offer them some kind of benefit, they might not agree.

But on his way back to the dorm, he noticed something.

"Hm? That girl..."

Hoya happened to spot a girl with twin tails who looked a little like Ichinose, taking a selfie.

He thought he remembered something.

If this girl looked a bit like Ichinose, then she was undoubtedly Sakura. Most otaku could only tell Sakura and Ichinose apart by their bust sizes, which showed just how similar the two of them looked.

(Of course, anyone with a brain would look at their hair color.)

In the original story, when things got lively, Sakura was the one who stumbled upon it. Since she was always taking selfies, she had to run around all over the place to do so...and that was how she accidentally ended up over there and witnessed the bullying.

So...he'd have to figure out a way to get her out of there when the time came.

Then he could ask Ayanokoji or the ever-capable Kushida to handle it. He'd need Kushida to help out anyway, so he could just have her and Sakura witness it together.

Sakura was timid by nature, so she was more or less tight-lipped. She wouldn't go blabbing about things for no reason.

Besides, he'd be letting her witness Albert getting beaten up. Come to think of it, Albert getting beaten up felt kind of tragic. Ever since he'd arrived at school, he'd been getting beaten up nonstop.

Still, it was better than winning a fight and going to jail.

After shifting his gaze away from Sakura, Hoya continued on his way.

"Come on, what's the big deal about lending us some points? You're not even listening to your senpai anymore?"

"B-But I really don't have many points left."

Hm? What was that?

Hoya vaguely caught a whiff of bullying in the air.

He quietly followed the sound and found several girls surrounding another girl in an employee passageway around the corner of a shop.

Bullying?

Peeking out cautiously, Hoya tried to see which poor soul was being picked on.

If it was someone from Class C, he'd have no choice but to step in.

He soon saw who was being bullied: Kei Karuizawa.

Hm...were you really this unlucky? Bullied in middle school and bullied again in high school.

"Quit stalling and hand it over. We saw you paying just now—you've still got fifty thousand, right?"

"But this money is..."

"Shut up. We only want thirty thousand. Hurry up."

"Wait, who's that over there?"

One of the girls with sharp eyes spotted Hoya. He quickly pulled his head back.

Realizing he'd been spotted, he frantically looked around for anything nearby that could help him deal with this situation.

To be honest, he wasn't afraid of those girls. He was a grown man, after all. Losing a fight to a girl would be pretty humiliating, wouldn't it?

Well, it'd be another story if the other person was Ryuen Shoko.

As he searched for something handy, Hoya spotted something—or rather, someone—who would be extremely useful.

Ayanokoji Kiyohime.

She was strolling nearby, eating a popsicle, and had noticed Hoya waving at her.

"You saw what just happened, right?"

As Hoya waved, several delinquent girls began emerging from the passageway, and one of them was holding something that looked downright dangerous.

"Holy crap, Ayanokoji, help me!"

The moment he felt someone grab his arm, Hoya shouted for help. He couldn't pull away; instead, he was dragged into the passageway.

Chapter Ninety: The Two of Us Will Wreck Them—I'll Go "Gaga," You Do the Killing

Seriously, what was wrong with girls these days? They were all built like tanks.

Hoya didn't even understand how he'd ended up being dragged in. He was still completely dazed.

"Tell us. You saw everything just now, didn't you?!"

Among the girls was one who looked rather muscular. She glared viciously at Hoya, and the sight of her arms made his eyelid twitch.

How to put it...they were thicker than his legs.

"Well, just now...just now..."

All Hoya could do was hope Ayanokoji would hurry over. If she used her strength, it should only take a few seconds for her to get here...

"Chukai-kun, what's going on?"

As Hoya was thinking that, Ayanokoji walked right in.

Her voice drew everyone's attention, and Hoya seized the opportunity to kick hard at the girl's groin.

Being muscular and knowing how to fight were two different things. Some people had plenty of strength but no idea how to use it.

This girl was probably one of them. She clearly hadn't expected Hoya to kick her, and his foot struck her in the groin with the precision of a national soccer team's best hope.

"Son of a—!"

That devastating blow worked on girls, too. It wasn't as effective as it would've been on a boy, but it still made her double over. Seeing her head tilt toward him, Hoya swung his hand hard at it.

As he struck her, he explained the situation to Ayanokoji. "Don't worry about the details. Hurry up—just hit them first."

"Oh, okay."

Ayanokoji didn't know what Hoya meant, but she joined the fight anyway.

She dodged a swing from a metal pipe, then kicked the girl away. Meanwhile, Hoya kept hammering the muscular girl's head with a one-two combo. He wasn't aiming for her temples, but every blow still made her head wobble.

This was a perfect example of someone who didn't know how to fight. If she did, she'd know to protect her head as soon as it came under attack, blocking the blows that followed. She had no clue, though, so Hoya beat her senseless.

"You're pretty brave, aren't you?!"

Hoya finally kicked the woman in the head, sending her sprawling to the ground. But he didn't notice someone coming up behind him, and a baseball bat slammed into his back.

"Holy crap, you—!"

The girl wasn't very strong, but he knew how much a baseball bat could hurt. Hoya grabbed it and yanked it out of her hands with a bit of force. "You don't even know how to fight, but you're using a baseball bat? You're something else."

Whack, whack. He brought the bat down on the girl's pretty face.

Pretty—what good was being pretty? Damn, that bat had hurt like hell. If she hadn't hit him, and had just looked a little pitiful, Hoya might have let her go. But after that, he needed to take his anger out on her first.

"You're tough. You're strong. You're something else."

After smacking the girl across the back twice more, he started swinging the bat wildly at the others.

There weren't many delinquent girls to begin with, and Ayanokoji could take several of them down with a single punch or kick. That left only a few for Hoya.

The muscular girl he'd beaten senseless had gotten back up. She shook her head, looked around, and saw Ayanokoji nearby. She charged straight at her.

But how could she possibly be a match for Ayanokoji? As soon as Ayanokoji realized the girl was trying to grab her, she sidestepped and punched her twice.

It was true what they said: the smaller and cuter the fists, the harder they hit. Watching Ayanokoji throw those two punches made Hoya's eyelid twitch.

Punching her right in the ribs like that—nice work.

"Don't move! Don't move, or I'll—ow!"

One of the delinquents grabbed the frightened Karuizawa and pressed a butterfly knife to her neck. She'd wanted to use Karuizawa as a hostage to threaten Hoya, but he immediately hurled the baseball bat at her. It struck her right in the head.

He was already in the middle of a beating, and she thought she could threaten him with a hostage? What was she thinking?

Karuizawa saw what a real beating looked like up close. The girl who'd threatened her for points was now getting smacked around with Hoya's baseball bat. He pummeled and kicked her, giving her a thorough beating.

"Whew. That felt good."

All the stress he'd built up over the past week had been released. Hoya wiped his face. He'd been grazed while beating them up, and one spot on his face was a little swollen.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm all right."

As Hoya turned to her with a handsome(?) look and even asked how she was, Karuizawa's heart began pounding.

It was the classic damsel-in-distress effect. She didn't stop to think that Hoya had been dragged into the passageway, or that Ayanokoji had taken care of most of the enemies. All she knew was that Hoya had saved her and had stylishly beaten the people who'd bullied her right in front of her.

Even his slightly delicate, pleasant-looking face seemed more and more charming.

"Good. Ayanokoji, let's go."

Hoya had no intention of demanding points from the girls. Even though he'd won, this awful school might make both sides leave or lose points if the girls made a serious complaint.

Besides, judging by the fact that they'd targeted a younger student, they must have been completely out of points—maybe even deep in the negatives.

In theory, points could go into the negatives. If someone's monthly S-Points were low and they were saddled with a pile of debt, that could certainly happen.

The school kept records of this, too. If someone's points stayed below zero for more than three months, they'd be expelled.

All in all, it wasn't too bad. Those girls had probably been so desperate for points that they'd resorted to bullying.

They'd been gambling, too. If they were going to be expelled either way, they might as well go wild first.

As for why they'd chosen Karuizawa instead of a well-behaved girl like Shiina...well-behaved girls were more likely to report them and have their points taken away. Bad girls, wanting to maintain their image, would usually just swallow the loss.

You think delinquents would go to a teacher after being bullied? Are you sure that's something delinquents would do?

And so poor Karuizawa had become their target.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem. Just be careful from now on, and make sure you don't get caught in something like this again. I can't always be around to save you."

Hoya waved a hand. After exchanging contact information with Karuizawa, he said goodbye and left.

Chapter Ninety-One: What Do You Call a Natural Counter Again?

"Ah, ow, ow!"

"Just bear with it."

Ryuen was rubbing ointment onto Hoya's back in the dorm. His back, where the baseball bat had hit him, was swollen and bruised. Looking at it, Ryuen gave a few derisive chuckles. "That's what you get for playing the hero. You got hurt, didn't you? Serves you right."

"How can you say that to me? I mean...ah, ow, ow!"

Hoya tried to say more, but the moment the ointment touched him, he let out another scream.

Ayanokoji quietly watched as she drank her juice nearby. It seemed she was trying to understand how much pain an ordinary person could tolerate.

So this was what an ordinary person was like. He'd wail over such a simple hit.

Ayanokoji was gradually learning about everything in this world. Ryuen glanced at Ayanokoji beside him. "Look at her. She wasn't hurt at all, but you ended up like this. Aren't you a little too weak?"

"Holy crap, then why don't you try fighting her? Let's see which of you would win."

"You sure?"

"Go ahead and try."

Hoya didn't believe it. In the original story, Ayanokoji had beaten Ryuen to a pulp. How could she fare any better here?

Even if she'd been powered up, that wouldn't change the fact that she'd lose. Lumei was practically at the top of the food chain.

"Let's see. How about we spar a little?"

"I'm fine with that."

Ayanokoji was still drinking her juice, and she didn't seem to understand what Ryuen Shoko meant.

But she wouldn't be able to remain clueless for long.

Ryuen reached out and swung at her, aiming straight for Ayanokoji's vital points.

Since Hoya had said Ayanokoji would beat her, Ryuen didn't need to hold back. She'd go all out from the start.

If she really injured Ayanokoji, then it would be entirely Hoya's fault. He was the one who'd said Ayanokoji was stronger than her.

But as soon as they clashed, Ryuen realized that Ayanokoji really did have some skill. She'd actually blocked her.