There Could Only Be One Cloud Over His Head!

"Yesterday."

"Didn't I tell you that classroom discipline would affect our Class Points?"

Kazuma Sakagami glared coldly at Prince Ganlongdao.

This year's students...

They were simply too much trouble.

"Come on, come on."

Prince Ganlongdao waved his hand dismissively.

"We're already at zero points anyway. It doesn't matter if we lose some. I doubt the school would deduct points into the negatives and crush the students' motivation."

"You..."

Kazuma Sakagami glared at the guy in front of him, breathing hard with anger.

The guy clearly had such good insight.

He understood everything.

And yet he refused to do anything!

He'd let the Class Points drop to zero, and Kazuma's bonus was on the verge of going up in smoke.

Absolutely infuriating!

"Besides, it's only a few points. Discipline isn't a big deal."

Prince Ganlongdao glanced at him.

"As long as we earn more Class Points than we lose, what's the problem?"

"Heh..."

Now,

Kazuma Sakagami was so angry he actually laughed.

He made it sound so easy.

Just how confident was this guy in his own abilities?

But as a teacher, Kazuma really had no good way to handle his students. He also didn't want to let this affect the class.

Kazuma Sakagami stood to the side, his gaze cold.

Later on,

if Prince Ganlongdao failed to live up to expectations, Kazuma definitely wouldn't keep him around.

Ryuen, however, was a little surprised.

He hadn't expected Prince Ganlongdao to have gone so far off the rails that he didn't even care about the teacher.

Ryuen didn't have much respect for Kazuma Sakagami either.

But the man was still a teacher, so he had to show at least some courtesy.

Well, then.

They said that when Heaven wanted someone destroyed, it first made him arrogant.

Prince Ganlongdao had become arrogant beyond all reason!

Meanwhile,

Ishizaki and the others were just as nervous about Prince Ganlongdao's behavior.

His attitude of not caring about the teacher, while leaving the teacher powerless to do anything, struck Shiho Manabe and the others as incredibly cool.

They couldn't see much beyond that.

As long as no one could do anything to them, Prince Ganlongdao was awesome.

"Enough."

Prince Ganlongdao sat on the podium, his right index finger pointing at the ceiling.

He said coldly:

"Now that Ryuen's back in class and everyone's here,"

"starting today,"

"I'm setting a few rules for this class!"

"..."

At his words,

everyone exchanged glances.

Kaneda and Kazuma Sakagami both pushed up their glasses at the same time.

They breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief.

He was probably going to set some rules and manage classroom discipline.

Since the school had no requirements in that regard, rules Prince Ganlongdao set himself would still have some effect.

As long as they worked,

then this class time he'd taken up would have been worthwhile.

However,

the next second left them both stunned.

"First,"

Prince Ganlongdao said coldly,

"Rule one: starting today, the class will have a Class Leader. Everyone must obey the Class Leader's orders without question. The monthly salary will be 10,000 Private Points, deducted from the class funds."

"Wait—"

Before Kaneda could say another word, a piece of chalk struck him.

He glared furiously at the guy on the podium.

"Everyone shut up! If you have a problem, wait until I'm done. Anyone who interrupts again, I'll kill them."

Prince Ganlongdao shot him a sharp look, paying no attention to Kaneda's glare.

"Rule two: the class will have a Study Representative and a Sports Representative. Kaneda and Ryuen will take those positions, respectively. Each will receive 5,000 Private Points a month."

"Rule three: we'll have six subject representatives, one each for Japanese, math, English, history, social studies, and science. The next Midterm Exam will determine who gets the positions. Each will receive 3,000 points a month."

"Rule four: every six months, we'll hold a Most Improved Award. The class funds will provide a reward of 100,000 Private Points. If there aren't enough funds, the award will be canceled. The Class Vote will decide the winner."

"Rule five: some contributions can't be measured by grades. Each semester, the Class Leader can nominate any three students for Contribution Awards, and impose penalties on three students."

"The rewards and fines will each be 2,000 Private Points. Any points collected through fines will go into the class funds."

"Rule six: I'll tell you once I've thought of it."

"Anyone with objections can speak up now. But once today's over, if anyone dares to complain, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Prince Ganlongdao finished in one breath, his expression calm.

Although he was strong, he wasn't someone who believed in individual strength at all!

More than personal strength,

Prince Ganlongdao believed in the importance of an organizational structure!

A leader didn't actually have that much to do.

Find the right direction.

Build an organizational structure.

Maintain order in the class.

Get everyone to take initiative.

That was enough!

Anyone with any sense could see

that these rules

could greatly improve the students' motivation.

There was no reason to refuse them.

If they wanted more Private Points, they could simply study harder.

However,

although the rules seemed fair at first glance,

only rule five really mattered!

The Class Leader's power to reward and punish.

As long as these rules were passed,

Prince Ganlongdao would have the legitimate authority to punish others, backed by everyone's approval!

He could force the others to accept his authority through violence, too.

But whether his power was legitimate was crucial.

Once today was over,

from then on,

Prince Ganlongdao could wield legitimate power to both reward and punish.

Everyone had already agreed to the rules, so no one could just go back on their word.

Otherwise,

the others wouldn't accept it either.

If anyone tried to challenge Prince Ganlongdao's rule again,

it would be all but impossible.

Unless...

he really dragged the class through the mud...

If he was incapable, then he deserved to be removed from power.

The classroom fell silent at his words.

No one had expected Prince Ganlongdao to build an entire organizational structure on the spot.

They were all completely baffled.

At first glance, all of it seemed beneficial. They couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but the thought of earning a share of 100,000 Private Points just by studying hard tempted quite a few of them.

"I have no objections to the rest."

Kaneda's lips curled slightly as he pointed at Ryuen. "But this guy got us into a terrible mess. Why should he get to be Sports Representative?"

From now on,

he'd be the Study Representative.

Kaneda had been given 5,000 Private Points for no apparent reason, so naturally, he had no reason to object.

He was just unhappy with the decision to give Ryuen the position.

"Oh?"

Prince Ganlongdao glanced at Ryuen and said casually,

"If you have a problem with Ryuen, you can try to persuade him. Apart from reporting him to the school, use whatever means you like."

"If you succeed, you can recommend someone for the Sports Representative position. Or, if you think you're capable, you can hold both positions yourself."

"Hm?"

At that,

Kaneda's eyes lit up as he looked at Ryuen.

He had no idea that this was all part of Prince Ganlongdao's plan.

Could Kaneda handle Ryuen?

Prince Ganlongdao wouldn't believe it even if you killed him.

Kaneda had the kind of personality that forgot the pain as soon as the beating was over.

He was definitely an ungrateful dog, but he was also a good one!

No matter who he was up against,

Kaneda would dare to go over and take a few bites.

Once Ryuen Kakeru beat him up,

Kaneda would understand

that without Prince Ganlongdao's support, he was nothing.

Kaneda was a mad dog meant to keep Ryuen Kakeru in check, while Ryuen was the chain meant to restrain that ungrateful dog!

As long as the two kept each other in check,

Prince Ganlongdao's position of power would be unshakable!

Kaneda needed to understand one thing.

There could only be one cloud over his head: Prince Brother!