This Class Is Hopeless

The lively atmosphere paused as Hirata began to bring up the next piece of information.

Hirata took a butterfly brooch out of his pocket.

Many people associated it with a token of love between Hirata and Karuizawa, yet Hirata ruthlessly shattered their fantasies.

A few girls even complained that Hirata wouldn't let them ship the couple.

Ayanokoji remained silent, for this was his own token of love, though it was a pity that the love itself had vanished.

Joking aside, most people were still willing to listen to Hirata finish what he had to say.

Hirata detached one of the butterfly's wings, exchanged a glance with Ayanokoji, and began to speak:

"Everyone, this little object contains some information regarding the school's rules. I hope you can listen carefully so that we can later formulate a strategy that benefits the class."

For a moment, the students in the class began to murmur.

They expressed that the shift in tone was too sudden, and they couldn't adapt to it right away.

A few impatient ones even started to complain:

"You just made us watch you two show off your affection, and now you want to talk about this and that? Who cares what happens to this class!"

"Yeah, exactly. Don't disturb me while I'm reading my manga, hey."

Hirata felt a bit helpless and said with a bitter smile, "Please, everyone, bear with me. This concerns everyone's monthly point income."

Upon hearing the words "point income," most people settled down, and even those who were dissenting pulled long faces, intending to hear what profound insight he might have.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Hirata pressed the play button as Ayanokoji had instructed, and a conversation emanated from the little butterfly.

"Chabashira-sensei, I have a few questions I'd like to ask..."

Due to the poor sound quality and the fact that it had been recorded while inside a pocket, one could only tell it was a conversation between a man and a woman. However, by listening closely and noting how the man addressed her, it was basically certain that the woman was the homeroom teacher, Chabashira, while the man's identity remained a mystery due to his muffled voice.

"..."

Once the playback finished, the expressions on everyone's faces changed.

Girls like Kushida, Matsushita, and Wang Meiyu looked astonished, as if they had discovered that the difficulty of the dungeon was far beyond their expectations.

Boys like Yukimura and Miyake also wore surprised expressions.

Horikita Suzune, however, furrowed her brows, her expression even more serious, as if she had been mentally prepared for emergencies all along.

The yellow-haired man sitting in the middle toward the back remained calm and composed, a confident smile still on his face.

The red-haired man and a few other boys began to question loudly: "Hey! Hirata, don't tell me you just randomly clipped some audio to scare us?"

"Tch, how boring!"

"Are you trying to make us save points so you can buy up all the new limited-edition games and scalp them?"

Stupid...

"Stupid."

Ayanokoji was taken aback; had Horikita Suzune actually become his mouthpiece?

Although her voice wasn't loud, it was still heard by the red-haired man nearby.

"What did you say?!"

The red-haired man took a menacing step toward them, gritting his teeth, looking as if he wanted to tear the other person apart.

Crap, I hate violence the most.

Ayanokoji muttered to himself.

Regardless, he should step out and say a few words to act as a peacemaker.

But before he could speak, the low-pressure voice sounded once again.

"Since there's an opportunity today, I'll just say it plainly."

"I've felt from the start that the school is far too indulgent toward the students. 100,000 points in monthly living expenses to support a group of losers who only know how to be late, skip class, slack off, read manga, play with their phones, and play childish social games every day—use your rusted brains to think, is that even possible?"

"Or do you think that because the school let you in to study, it has an obligation to support you and provide you with a 100% employment rate after graduation? What a joke."

"To be unable to see even this much and still have the nerve to bare your fangs and interrupt someone else's deduction—I can't imagine what kind of person could have such thick skin."

Damn! Such strong aggression!

But sister, please, say a little less!

You aren't usually like this; did the floodgates open today?

Ayanokoji glanced at the red-haired man opposite them. After a brief delay, as if receiving a signal, the red-haired man exploded. His red hair stood on end, and the veins on his temples were strikingly visible.

"You! Don't stop me, if you've got the guts, say it again!"

Horikita Suzune crossed her arms, not even looking the red-haired man in the eye.

"I c#&%@..."

Within a minute, the red-haired man exhausted every c-word he had learned in his life.

"Sudo, calm down, you'll get expelled for this!"

Fortunately, his few close friends struggled to hold him back, preventing his swinging fist from making contact.

If he were to resort to violence in a classroom filled with security cameras, he would undoubtedly be expelled immediately, and his friends clearly understood this.

Ayanokoji narrowed his eyes slightly, only then recalling that the red-haired man was named Sudo Ken, who in the early stages was nothing more than a complete delinquent.

Hirata, watching from the podium, felt anxious; he hadn't expected that the usually reticent and aloof girl would be so "righteous" in her speech today.

"What, do you have any other redeeming qualities besides getting angry and spouting profanities?"

"The school would have to be blind to unconditionally provide for a bottom-tier student like you."

A follow-up strike, that was a follow-up strike!

My dear lady, don't you realize that those few moles are already barely able to hold him back?

In an instant, blind rage caused the red-haired man to increase his strength by another notch; he broke free from his restraints, threw off his friends, clenched his fist, and smashed it heavily toward the girl.

Seeing this scene, many people instinctively closed their eyes.

They couldn't imagine how heavy a punch from a young man aiming to become a professional basketball player would be, but it was certainly not something the seemingly frail-looking Horikita Suzune could withstand.

The scene might become too bloody!

The fist sliced through the air, and one could even hear a faint whistling sound.

This guy is really going for the kill!

Ayanokoji couldn't afford to hesitate and was just about to stand up, but at the very moment the man's iron fist was about to smash into Horikita's right cheek, it stopped abruptly; a muscular arm had grabbed the red-haired man's forearm, bringing him to a halt!

Horikita Suzune was stunned; she had already braced her shoulder, prepared to block and deflect the force, but she hadn't expected the iron fist to stop right in front of her eyes.

She raised her gaze to follow the arm that had stopped the punch, and a blond man appeared in her field of vision.

"Yo, short-tempered boy~ throwing that punch won't do anyone any good, you know."

The blond man held the other's forcefully swung arm with one hand while brushing his own hair with the other, looking completely at ease.

"You guy..."

Sudo tried to pull his arm back to launch a second attack, only to find he couldn't move it at all.

This man's strength was superior to his!

"Yo, short-tempered boy~ I'm happy to oblige if your hands are itching, provided you're still in this school. Take a look at the scene around you."

In an instant, Sudo seemed to be jolted awake; he looked around, seeing the desks and chairs piled messily together, his friends whom he had thrown aside lying on the floor, and the surrounding classmates looking at him with fear...

"Tch."

Seeing Sudo's fighting spirit dissipate, the blond man let go of his arm.

After pulling his hand back, Sudo Ken picked up his backpack with one hand, slung it over his shoulder, and left the classroom without looking back.

"Sudo..."

Hirata wanted to persuade him, but he didn't get the chance; he looked at the recording device in his hand, then at Ayanokoji, who was trying his best to help the class, shook his head at him, and sighed.

Hirata, it isn't you who is wrong.

It is this class that is beyond saving.

Ayanokoji watched the entire process with an expressionless face, his hollow eyes gaining a hint of further indifference.