Is Suzuki an idiot?

Normally, Horikita Manabu wouldn't have told him about this.

The school had only informed the third-year students about cashing in their Private Points, and even Horikita Manabu had only found out recently.

However, Suzuki Toru had been thinking about this for a long time. He still had 5,460,000 Yen that he hadn't exchanged.

When Horikita Manabu heard what he said, he fell silent for a long while before finally revealing the news to him.

So Suzuki Toru immediately adjusted his plans.

"You want to buy our Private Points too?" Sato Keisaku looked astonished, as if he could hardly believe it. Then his expression settled. "Sorry, I can't agree to that."

Suzuki Toru frowned. "Who else wants to buy them?"

"I can't tell you, but he's a first-year student, just like you." Sato Keisaku smiled. "And your offer is too low. He's willing to exchange them at a one-to-one rate."

Damn, he'd run into a rich kid.

"I see. You don't mind exchanging your points for cash with him, but I'm curious—how can you be sure he'll actually pay you?"

At those words, Sato Keisaku's mouth opened slightly, and he fell silent.

They hadn't made the deal yet, it seemed. After all, there was no proof, and any reasonable person would hesitate.

With that in mind, Suzuki Toru spoke up. "If I remember correctly, Sato-senpai, your class is still a long way from Class A, isn't it?"

"What are you trying to say?" Sato Keisaku's expression darkened. He knew it was true, but did he really have to say it to his face?

"In that situation, I can understand how you seniors feel. Rather than struggling to reach the distant goal of Class A, you might as well take this chance to exchange your Private Points for cash. That way, you could take some money home after graduation."

"Even if you put it that way, I still won't sell my Private Points to you. How many can you afford to buy?" Sato Keisaku stared at him coldly.

"Don't rush, senpai." Suzuki Toru smiled. "The Student Council President has faith in me. That's why he appointed me Student Council Vice President. If we work together, we can draw up a contract with the President as our guarantor."

To be honest, Sato Keisaku felt his heart stir for a moment.

Suzuki Toru's meaning was simple: he could have Horikita Manabu act as their guarantor. Compared to these first-years, Sato Keisaku and his class would certainly be more willing to trust Horikita Manabu.

Setting aside their status as rivals, whether as Student Council President or in his conduct as an individual, Horikita Manabu had earned their respect. His credibility was beyond question.

But that wasn't the problem.

"I trust Horikita, but how are you going to pay us?" Sato Keisaku asked the crucial question. This was largely why they were hesitating in the first place.

Suzuki Toru, however, looked rather exasperated.

"If I couldn't pay, the President wouldn't agree to be my guarantor. And if this involved fraud, the school would expel me. I'm not going to cheat you just to get a few Private Points."

Well, at first Horikita Manabu had refused to help him outright. It had taken a little time to convince him.

To be honest, Suzuki Toru could ask the Wish Machine to deposit the Yen into their bank accounts at any time. They simply couldn't leave the school, so they had no way of checking their balances.

It was Advanced Nurturing High School's fault, not Suzuki Toru's.

Sato Keisaku was taken aback. Thinking about it carefully, that did seem to make sense.

The other boy wasn't from Class D; he was from Class A.

He might even become Student Council President one day. It hardly seemed worth risking everything to scam them out of a few Private Points.

Come to think of it, a student had once tried to cheat his way into Class A by swindling more than ten million Private Points. The school had expelled him in the end.

Suzuki Toru's words showed that he knew about that case.

With such a cautionary tale right in front of them, surely no one would make the same mistake again?

Sato Keisaku looked uncertain and slowly asked, "How many do you want?"

"No need to rush." Suzuki Toru smiled again. "I've got a better idea now, Sato-senpai. This is a rare opportunity. How about we work together?"

"Work together on what?" Sato Keisaku was taken aback. Weren't they talking about selling Private Points?

Suzuki Toru didn't explain right away. Instead, he asked, "Who was the other first-year who wanted to buy your Private Points?"

Sato Keisaku hesitated for a moment, then said, "Koenji from Class 1-D. Not long after school started, he suddenly approached us, claiming to be the heir to the Koenji Conglomerate. He promised to buy our Private Points at a one-to-one exchange rate."

"So he's a rich young master. Why didn't you agree to his offer?" Suzuki Toru asked.

Sato Keisaku gave a wry smile. "Even a rich young master can't contact the outside directly. He can only have us take a letter to someone after graduation."

As he spoke, he faltered for a moment.

"Besides, the school strictly forbids buying and selling Private Points before graduation. There's a good chance they won't allow this kind of deal."

In other words, their transaction would involve taking a huge risk.

Faced with Sato Keisaku's concerns, Suzuki Toru only smiled. He knew all about that, of course, and he also knew how to handle it.

Chapter 49: Is Suzuki an idiot?

Why approach Class C instead of Class A or Class B?

It was simple. Among the third-years, the rivalry between Class A and Class B was the fiercest, and they were only a hundred or two hundred points apart.

In that situation, Suzuki Toru didn't think either class would be willing to trade their precious Private Points for cash.

The classes willing to exchange their points for cash were basically the ones planning to slack off and give up. They didn't expect to reach Class A; they just wanted to enjoy themselves a little more.

After leaving Class 3-C, Suzuki Toru went to the second-years.

This time, though, he started with Class B.

"Exchange them for cash?"

Kiriyama Ikuta stared at Suzuki Toru in disbelief. He'd only just joined the Student Council, and already he was planning to collect Private Points?

And by such underhanded means, too?

Kiriyama Ikuta was the leader of Class 2-B, a former Class A student, and a Student Council officer, but he'd never seen anyone pull a stunt like this.

No, Kiriyama Ikuta had never even considered exchanging cash for Private Points.

Even if he had, he would have quickly dismissed the idea, since Advanced Nurturing High School strictly forbade students from contacting the outside world.

It was hard to imagine how Suzuki Toru planned to pay the sellers in Yen.

"That's right. I'll exchange for your Private Points at a rate of two to one." Suzuki Toru frowned slightly. Had that young master not approached the second-years?

As it happened, Koenji Rokusuke had approached the second-years too. They just hadn't told Kiriyama Ikuta about it. They'd told Miyabi Nagumo instead.

Well, they were more willing to listen to Miyabi Nagumo than to their own class leader.

"Heh, you're an interesting guy." A clear female voice came from nearby.

Suzuki Toru turned to look. A tall girl stood in the classroom doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. Her expression was somewhat playful as she watched him with interest.

Since she was looking at him, Suzuki Toru let his gaze roam over her without restraint. The girl was well-endowed, her chest thrust forward so prominently that he wondered if she had a pair of enormous rabbits hidden beneath her uniform.

He'd thought Ichinose Honami and Kushida Kikyo were exceptions, but apparently the girls at this school ate well.

Even more eye-catching were the girl's long, straight legs. Smooth black tights covered them, hiding her fair, soft skin and revealing only the youthful lines of her legs. They weren't too soft; she looked like she exercised often. He couldn't help thinking they'd feel amazing to touch, and a thought sprang unbidden into his mind.

It'd feel pretty good to have her step on him.

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[That's it, please, senpai, step on me????], [Let me lick Kiryuin Fuka's feet clean!], [I want her to beat me up and sit on me at the same time????], [I want to learn martial arts from her], [No matter how much Kiryuin cries for help, I'll keep holding her leg and licking it], [Let's see senpai in a swimsuit]...

As expected, one lewd wish after another came pouring out.

"Kiryuin, what are you doing out here?" Kiriyama Ikuta frowned. He didn't have a good impression of this woman.

"I overheard your conversation. I got a little curious." Kiryuin Fuka met Suzuki Toru's gaze with a knowing smile, as if she knew what he was looking at.

Suzuki Toru quickly turned his eyes away and looked at Kiriyama Ikuta. "What have you decided?"

Kiriyama Ikuta fell silent for a moment. "Having the President act as your guarantor is hard to believe, to be honest, but I can't give you a definite answer right now."

"In that case, give me an answer by noon tomorrow." Suzuki Toru didn't call him out on what he was thinking. After all, Miyabi Nagumo was in control of the second-years, and Kiriyama Ikuta didn't have nearly as much authority as he did.

So even if Kiriyama Ikuta agreed to exchange their points for cash, the deal still couldn't go ahead if some of his classmates objected or Miyabi Nagumo stepped in to stop it.

Even so, Suzuki Toru didn't mind. He simply turned and left, heading for the next class.

"Tch, what an audacious junior." Kiryuin Fuka smiled for some reason. "Kiriyama, didn't you tell him you can't control your class?"

Kiriyama Ikuta ground his teeth. "Could you stop showing up in front of me?"

They had once been Class A, but Miyabi Nagumo had knocked them down to Class B in just one semester, turning them into a stepping stone.

At first, they'd planned to fight their way back up. But then Miyabi Nagumo took care of Classes C and D, and both classes immediately surrendered. Suddenly, Class B had to face all three classes.

After that, Miyabi Nagumo forced some of their classmates to withdraw, and Class B's fighting spirit quickly faded. Everyone gradually gave up.

Strictly speaking, much of it was because no one in the class could stand up to Miyabi Nagumo—not even Kiriyama Ikuta.

Kiryuin Fuka was different.

The others gave up because they couldn't stand up to Miyabi Nagumo. She'd given up from the very beginning.

"Kiriyama, you're being so petty. The junior didn't even say anything." Kiryuin Fuka clicked her tongue. "Hey, what's his name?"

Despite his dislike of her, Kiriyama Ikuta still answered, "Suzuki from Class 1-A."

Kiryuin Fuka nodded, showing that she'd remembered the name, then strode into the classroom on her long legs.

That left Kiriyama Ikuta even more speechless.

Still, he was more curious about what Suzuki Toru was planning than about Kiryuin Fuka.

Because Miyabi Nagumo would find out about what happened today soon enough.

Miyabi Nagumo was momentarily stunned when he heard that Suzuki Toru wanted to exchange for Private Points.

"This year's first-years are pretty interesting. He's thought of buying Private Points too."

Miyabi Nagumo was just as well-informed about the other student who wanted to buy Private Points.

"Buying and selling Private Points before graduation is forbidden. Should we report him to the school?" Tonegawa Sosuke, his adviser, suggested.