Once Isn't Enough-Let's Beat Them a Few More Times

"Don't hesitate! The Student Council has already approved this project, and the notes in your and your opponent's boxes are exactly the same!"

Miyabi Nagumo's face darkened, and she slammed her fist heavily on the table in front of her.

"Damn it, we've been tricked!"

"What?"

Asahina Nazuna was still not giving up, and drew several more slips of paper, all of which contained words related to the students in her class.

"Only students in their class can complete this [borrowing object race]!"

Miyabi Nagumo explained quickly, but then shut her mouth, because Asahina Nazuna had already witnessed the other party's strategy firsthand.

Holding a white cat Ibuki Mio returned to the arena with a fierce expression, showing the note she was holding to the staff standing there:

"[The class's closest student] has been borrowed!"

Under Asahina Nazuna's somewhat dumbfounded gaze, the referee nodded. Ibuki Mio turned around, made a "meow" face at her, and said earnestly:

"Come on!"

"Meow?"

Hotaru blinked in perfect unison.

It must be said that if it weren't for the fact that she was on the field at the time, Asahina Nazuna would have even wanted to take out her phone and take a picture right there.

But the girl, clutching the cat, quickly disappeared from Asahina Nazuna's sight, leaving her only with her back view.

The other team is moving rapidly towards the finish line.

"Ya, how about we just admit defeat..."

Realizing that defeat was inevitable, Asahina Nazuna said with difficulty, after all, she probably couldn't find a student in Class 2-A who weighed less than a cat to carry her and run the 500 meters.

"..."

Her teeth were grinding together, Miyabi Nagumo thought about how she was the one who initially registered this damned cat into the school's student system.

At that time, he had no idea that this was the opponent's most lethal trump card.

"Rush!"

"Ibuki!"

The cheers from Class 1-B came in waves. With the huge roar of the crowd, Ibuki Mio a graceful leap, easily snatched the hanging bread, and sprinted towards the finish line without stopping.

Seeing this scene, the furious Miyabi Nagumo suddenly remembered a question: Class 1-B's design could have directly killed the race in the [borrowing object race] segment, so why go through the unnecessary trouble of adding a [bread-grabbing] segment?

His question was answered shortly afterward.

Reaching the finish line, Ibuki Mio excitedly high-fived her classmates, while the white cat that had changed the entire situation leisurely hopped onto the stands with the bread Ibuki Mio had given her. The silver-haired girl then gently tore the bread into small pieces.

Damn it, this is what they use to feed the cats!

Miyabi Nagumo felt an unprecedented sense of contempt and humiliation.

[Class 1-B defeated Class 2-A in the girls' 2000m steeplechase, and currently leads 3-0]

The subsequent radio broadcast dealt him another heavy blow.

"Intervention is necessary at this point!"

"If we lose the next project, the whole operation will fail."

Just as Miyabi Nagumo was gritting her teeth and preparing for a desperate gamble, Kitagawa Ryo was methodically making arrangements.

[Next, we will move on to the fourth item: wrestling]

[Both Commander please confirm the participating players]

[Confirmation complete]

[Please proceed to your designated areas and take your positions.]

[Yamada Albert, a contestant from Class 1-B, is ready to participate]

A two-meter-tall, mixed-race man with bulging muscles stepped onto the ring.

With a face full of scars, he beckoned to the formation of Class 2-A:

Who is the next lucky boy?

Miyabi Nagumo weighed her height, weight, and wrestling skills...

Or should we just stay out of it?

Chapter Seventy: Once Isn't Enough, Let's Torture Them a Few More Times

Although Miyabi Nagumo considers himself a sports enthusiast, even after leaving the soccer club, he still makes time to coach new members. Amidst praises like "Senior Nagumo is amazing" and "As expected of Senior Nagumo," he constantly reaffirms his own strength.

But.

Looking at the muscular black man with a face full of bumps and a mysterious smile on his lips in the picture, and at this Malice [wrestling] project.

Regardless of whether he can win or not, as long as he chooses to intervene, the photos of him and his opponent rolling around passionately in the ring at noon today, drenched in sweat, will probably circulate widely on the school's forum. Winning or losing is a small matter; he can't lose face. For someone who is about to take over as Student Council, this kind of thing is undoubtedly intolerable.

Therefore, it's not that I think I might fail.

After offering her own explanation, Miyabi Nagumo reluctantly chose another student from her class as the contestant for this project.

Perhaps Zhuge Liang in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" felt the same way when he executed Ma Su.

"The fate of Class 2-A rests on your shoulders."

Miyabi Nagumo encouraged the other party's morale and spirits through the earpiece, aside from providing practical assistance, since that was all the help he could offer at the moment.

"Squad leader!"

The student from Class 2-A was chosen to take the stage also looked miserable, like a cold wind blowing across the Yi River. In this country where people are generally short, his height of 1.8 meters is quite tall. He is not an athlete, but he is at least a fitness enthusiast. However, when he actually stepped into the ring...

The boy looked at Yamada Albert, who was over two meters tall and a head taller than him, and felt his calves tremble slightly.

"Keep it up. It's because I believe in you that I didn't use my ability to interfere midway. I'll save it for the more important matches later."

Miyabi Nagumo's confident and inspiring speeches have motivated her classmates throughout the past year, and it is under Miyabi Nagumo leadership that Class 2-A has become the most stable Class A among the three grades.

Therefore, after hearing Miyabi Nagumo's encouragement, the boy mustered up his courage and jumped onto the ring in one go.

"Yamada, give him a job."

Kitagawa Ryo, on the other side, wasn't worried at all. The unexpected victory in the second game made the situation of Class 1-B better than ever, and his tone became somewhat sarcastic as a result.

On the ring, Yamada Albert nodded after hearing Kitagawa Ryo's instructions. Then, to his opponent's astonishment, he ripped open his vest and pounded his chest, roaring at him.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

Over the past semester, a rumor, of dubious veracity, circulated among the staff of Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School.

An employee at an electronics store in the Keyaki Mall Center was a victim of a serious online scam during the semester. He reportedly obtained the contact information of his idol and, one night, his hand trembled as he pointed to a sexually suggestive message sent by the scammer.

Surprisingly, the other party initiated a video call and mentioned that they were dressed quite scantily.

Just as the staff member, looking excited, had already taken off his pants and clicked the video call invitation...

He lost his ability to function as a man after that, and I heard he was left with some kind of psychological trauma. He soon resigned from the school.

Nearly four months later, if that sleazy staff member were still there, he would surely be moved to tears as he looked at the warrior from Class 2-A on the stage.

His soulmate appeared.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

Before the contestant from Class 2-A could react, two thick arms had already wrapped around his neck, and before he could react, his face was pressed hard into the other person's chest.

Most boys have fantasized about being held in the arms of a gentle older sister during puberty.

Rounding it off, this boy has at least managed to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

If only he could ignore his incredibly thick, dark, and coarse body hair.

Miyabi Nagumo covered her face, unable to look any longer. Although Class 2-A was on the verge of defeat, the first emotion that welled up in her heart at this moment was a strong sense of relief.

"Boy?"

The boy who was captured reacted the most violently. He desperately tried to pry at the arms that were wrapped around his neck and kicked his legs back repeatedly, but Yamada Albert easily caught him like a chick, pinning him to the ground with his thighs.

To be fair, although Yamada Albert always appears to be a big guy, he's not actually a violent maniac. Apart from fighting Kitagawa Ryo once at the beginning of the semester, he was hardly seen Yamada again by even the students in Class 1-B for the rest of the semester.

Therefore, both classes fell into an eerie silence.

The sounds of muscles clashing and the boys' intense "friendly exchanges" on the ring became increasingly noticeable.

Although rationally, the students in Class 2-A knew this was a do-or-die battle for their class, they should have been cheering on their teammates.

However, the students in Class 2-A, being more emotional, couldn't bring themselves to do something like adding fuel to the fire and rubbing salt into the wound, thus protecting the students on stage from further emotional harm.

Thinking about it carefully, there are quite a few tags that can be added to this project.

"To exhaust his stamina, this person is very likely to be a key player in the Class 2-A team event."

Kitagawa Ryo's arrangements were methodical; even with victory already assured, he was still considering what to do next.

As someone who has been in charge of an entire grade, it's safe to say that Miyabi Nagumo possesses assets exceeding 20 million points.

Therefore, defeating him once will not solve the problem once and for all.

Kitagawa Ryo leaned back comfortably in his seat, enjoying Yamada's ravaging of the boy. He recalled the girls' argument that day, which he had ultimately ended.

"One person, one time, that's fair."

[Class 1-B defeated Class 2-A in wrestling, winning 4-0]

However, according to the Sports Festival rules, even if the main team wins, all seven matches must be played, which involves the specific increase or decrease of Class Points.

Kitagawa Ryo yawned lazily, but his gaze instantly sharpened.

The real battle is only just beginning.

[Next, we will move on to the fifth item: Karate]

[Both Commander please confirm the participating players]

Miyabi Nagumo now has two options:

First, despite already having lost the main match, they still fielded their strongest lineup to secure victories in the subsequent three smaller matches.

Second, conserve the strength and stamina of our key players to deal with challenges from other classes later.

Both options have their merits. One is mainly to save face, since losing 3-4 is better than being thrashed 0-7.

After all, Brazil lost to Germany 1-7 back then.

From a broader perspective, option two is undoubtedly better. The Sports Festival is not just a round of competition between classes. Theoretically, a class can even have three competitions a day, as long as they end quickly. Even classes that finish slowly will have two matches, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

The Sports Festival, which lasts only one day, doesn't offer much rest. If Class 2-A exhausts themselves in the match against Class 1-B, they are likely to lose in subsequent matches against other classes.

Conversely, Miyabi Nagumo could also bet that Kitagawa Ryo had the same idea: given that the opponent had already won the game, they were very likely to adjust their lineup and have their main players temporarily avoid the game. If that were the case, Class 2-A could almost easily win the last three games against the small field.

So...

What exactly are the other party's thoughts?

The countdown timer for character selection in the upper right corner of the screen was nearing its end, Miyabi Nagumo hesitated before making her choice.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and sent out the main players that the class had already selected.

Miyabi Nagumo admitted that there was an element of gambling involved; he was betting that Class 1-B would give up the last three smaller matches.

[Confirmation complete]

[Ryuen Kakeru, contestant from Class 1-B, Grade 1]

[Class 2-A contestant Mizowaki Sakuto]

The players from each other immediately appeared on the large screens in front of the two Commander.

Miyabi Nagumo's expression changed drastically in an instant:

The opposing team also dispatched their main force, and it was from Ryuen!

Having confirmed Ryuen Kakeru's betrayal, Miyabi Nagumo looked at the sullen face in the photo on the screen. In her previous investigation of Ryuen Kakeru, the other party had no Karate at all.

Why would they let Ryuen Kakeru, who doesn't Karate, participate in this project?

Miyabi Nagumo immediately recalled Ryuen Kakeru's underhanded tactics and made a guess in her mind: