Sakayanagi's Layout for Class C Begins to Emerge

During the break.

"Dongfang, you really have some guts, man."

An unwelcome voice reached the ears of Dongfang Yi, who had just slumped over onto his desk.

This forced him to muster up some energy and open his eyes to look.

The guy who was acting so familiar had a slicked-back golden hairstyle, looking somewhat frivolous and a bit flamboyant.

Hashimoto Masayoshi?

Dongfang Yi narrowed his eyes, not quite sure why he was being sought out.

After all, this guy was a double-crosser among double-crossers, his personality cut from the same cloth as the protagonist of the original work.

They were both the classic type of Japanese person who would sacrifice others' lives without a second thought for their own sake, never feeling the slightest bit of guilt.

After all, it was all for the sake of "XX," right?

Disgusting.

Unless necessary, Dongfang Yi didn't want to have anything to do with this kind of person.

But he still had to maintain social pleasantries on the surface; after all, transferring classes wasn't something that could be done in an instant.

"Who are you?"

Dongfang Yi adjusted his expression and asked with a hint of confusion.

"Hashimoto, it's Hashimoto, I'm Hashimoto Masayoshi." The golden-haired man put on a pitiful look, squeezing out two non-existent crocodile tears. "I thought my self-introduction yesterday was quite memorable."

"Oh, I'm Dongfang Yi." Dongfang Yi nodded, signaling that he acknowledged him.

"..."

Hashimoto Masayoshi was choked up by his response.

Because according to standard social etiquette, Dongfang Yi should have at least said something perfunctory like "What can I do for you?" but since Dongfang Yi didn't, he couldn't continue the conversation for a moment.

This guy looked like a cunning, handsome man, but was he actually this naturally blunt?

Hashimoto Masayoshi began to doubt his own judgment of people.

Fortunately, someone behind him joined the conversation.

"Dongfang-kun, let's get to know each other, I'm Satoshi Ritonaka." A sufficiently charming, handsome face took this opportunity to interject, his eyes shining with excitement.

This was a long-planned move; he had been standing nearby, but because he couldn't find a moment to chime in, he hitched a ride on the fact that the two were exchanging names.

Dongfang Yi nodded to show he understood, then shifted his gaze back to Hashimoto Masayoshi: "Is there something you need, Hashimoto-kun?"

Since a third party was present, he might as well let this double-crosser finish what he had to say and get lost!

Dongfang Yi wore an innocent expression, effectively masking his internal impatience.

You actually do know how to use social pleasantries, don't you?!

Hashimoto Masayoshi complained internally, but still put on a curious look: "I'm talking about what happened this morning."

As he spoke, he winked and made a gesture of tearing up paper.

"Isn't that normal?" Dongfang Yi tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"How is that in any way normal!" ×2

Hashimoto and Ritonaka replied in unison.

Satoshi Ritonaka paused and began to explain: "Generally speaking, after receiving a love letter, you should go to the agreed-upon place to accept the confession in person, listen to the other party's heartfelt words, and then tell them whether you accept or not face-to-face."

He had a lot of authority on this subject; after all, as a handsome guy recognized by the first-year girls at Advanced Nurturing High School, he had received countless love letters since he was a child and was well-versed in this process.

Hashimoto Masayoshi clapped lightly: "Right, that's the process we all follow."

Dongfang Yi was silent for a short while, then nodded earnestly: "It was my carelessness. I will be more mindful in the future."

He took out a marker and added another line to the side of his desk—

After finishing, he clapped his hands: "There, all the problems are solved."

"Dongfang, you really aren't acting like a human being, are you." Hashimoto Masayoshi's mouth twitched.

"I don't see any problem with it. This method is clearly highly efficient and saves a significant amount of time for both parties."

Dongfang Yi spread his hands.

He truly didn't think he was doing anything wrong. In reality, he was a very lazy person and rarely had the mood to waste time humoring girls whose names he couldn't even match to their faces.

Hashimoto couldn't help but retort: "Aren't you afraid of being ostracized by all the girls? If this continues, rumors about you being arrogant will spread."

"...Is it that serious?" Dongfang Yi fell into thought.

He had been transmigrated for less than two months and was indeed unaware of the Japanese common sense the other party was referring to, nor was he familiar with the relevant procedures for confessions.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he looked at Satoshi Ritonaka beside him: "Ritonaka-kun, could it be that you are also troubled by how to handle the love letters you receive?"

Dongfang Yi thought to himself that since he had received them, there was no reason for Satoshi Ritonaka not to have received any; this guy must have received even more than him.

As long as he took the lead in tearing up the love letters, Dongfang Yi, whose charm was only average, could always slip away from the crowd's gaze.

In any case, the number one heartthrob of the first-year students would never lack girls chasing after him, so a few rumors probably didn't matter.

Dongfang Yi felt his plan was a success!

The way you used that word "also" is very suspicious; I don't see you being truly troubled at all.

Hashimoto Masayoshi, standing to the side, complained in his heart.

Satoshi Ritonaka gave a wry smile and said, "It is indeed a bit difficult. But I only received two letters, which sounds a bit easier than what you're dealing with, Dongfang."

Huh? You only received two? Is there something wrong here? Dongfang Yi wondered to himself.

"Ah, is this the composure of a handsome guy? Why haven't I received a single letter, ahhh!" Hashimoto Masayoshi covered his head in an exaggerated manner, though he was far from actually shouting.

At most, he had just raised his volume a little.

As expected of you, you're shouting without a shred of real jealousy.

Dongfang Yi watched this dramatic performance, his heart completely unmoved.

However, remembering the girlfriend the other guy sacrificed his dignity to get in the original story—that ugly Maezono from Class D who was used and then expelled—

Dongfang Yi couldn't help but sigh that the guy was truly a ruthless person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

At least, he himself could never bring himself to sacrifice his dignity like that.

"Hey, Dongfang, you aren't trying to drag Ritonaka into this with you, are you?" Hashimoto Masayoshi finished his performance and waved his hand. "No chance. A guy like Ritonaka would never do that."

"..." Dongfang Yi looked silently at Satoshi Ritonaka on the other side, hoping for an explanation.

"I actually just came over to avoid being pestered by them," Satoshi Ritonaka said, his smile tinged with apology. "After all, Classmate Dongfang's attitude is so firm that no girl would want to bother you for the time being."

Dongfang Yi covered his forehead; he had underestimated these elite students of Advanced Nurturing High School. Everyone in this class had a hundred and eight schemes in their hearts, and they were no less cunning than he was.

Seeing that their small talk was coming to an end, Hashimoto Masayoshi decisively got to the point: "You both know about the little princess, right?"

"Classmate Sakayanagi?" Satoshi Ritonaka asked. He had heard of Sakayanagi Arisu long ago.

Wait, it should be Class A, right? There's no way there's a Class C one.

Dongfang Yi also nodded, signaling that he was listening intently.

"It's like this: it's said that the little princess isn't in the best of health, so she doesn't like classrooms that are too noisy during breaks," Hashimoto Masayoshi said eloquently.

Dongfang Yi and Satoshi Ritonaka exchanged a look, then stared at him in unison.

Wasn't this guy the one making the most noise just a moment ago?

"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me like that. I've been trying my best to restrain myself."

"Yeah, yeah, we believe you," Dongfang Yi said, his voice calm and indifferent.

You, Dongfang, are definitely doing this on purpose. Hashimoto Masayoshi grumbled inwardly, but since the mission had to be carried out, he said mysteriously, "Actually, this is true, but not the whole story."

"It's not just during breaks; the little princess loves an orderly environment and dislikes anyone who commits violations during class or in daily life."

"Is this really true?" Satoshi Ritonaka asked.

Dongfang Yi understood immediately: Sakayanagi Arisu was already laying the groundwork for the leadership competition a month from now.

And they said that girl wasn't playing dirty!

"Of course, the woman closest to the little princess told me this herself." Hashimoto Masayoshi looked mysterious and raised his eyebrows as if it were a serious matter. "If you strictly follow the rules this month, you might just gain the little princess's favor."

No, no, no. That troublesome loli only likes people she can play in the palm of her hand; those who follow the rules are just pawns. Dongfang Yi thought, his face expressionless.

"Is that so?" Satoshi Ritonaka was easily led astray by Hashimoto, his eyes lighting up as he began to fantasize about a wonderful life after latching onto a wealthy loli. "Then I will definitely work hard."

"Ah, me too. I won't violate any rules."

Seeing this, Dongfang Yi also nodded, offering a perfunctory, earnest-sounding agreement.

As they chatted and laughed, the bell for class was about to ring.

"Make sure you remember that," Hashimoto Masayoshi warned one last time before turning and heading back to his own seat.

The handsome Ritonaka did the same.

The area around Dongfang Yi became quiet again. He rolled his neck and reached into his desk to pull out his textbook.

Another piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

No way? Again?

He picked up the love letter that had escaped the purge, and suddenly, a terrifying guess formed in his heart.

Could it be...

That this time, Satoshi Ritonaka wasn't the one at the top of the rankings?