Classroom of the Elite, I Only Want Your Rewards

Logically speaking, Horikita Manabu would not have told him this news.

Because the school only disclosed the cash-out recovery to third-year students, and even Horikita Manabu himself had only just learned of it recently.

However, Suzuki Toru had been considering this idea for a long time, and he still had 5.46 million yen that hadn't been converted yet.

Upon hearing his words at the time, Horikita Manabu remained silent for a long time before finally revealing the information to him.

Consequently, Suzuki Toru immediately adjusted his plans.

"You also want to buy our Private Points?" Sato Keisaku wore a look of astonishment, finding it hard to believe, before his expression returned to calm. "Sorry, I can't agree to that."

Suzuki Toru frowned. "Who else is trying to buy them?"

"I can't tell you, but he is a first-year student just like you." Sato Keisaku smiled. "Besides, your offer is too low; the other party is willing to exchange at a one-to-one ratio."

Tsk, he'd run into a rich kid.

"I see. It doesn't matter if you want to exchange for cash with him, but I'm curious, how do you guarantee that he will actually give you the money?"

Seeing Sato Keisaku's mouth open slightly in silence upon hearing this, it was clear he was hesitant.

It seemed the deal hadn't been finalized yet; after all, without any proof, any normal person would be hesitant.

Thinking of this, Suzuki Toru couldn't help but speak up. "If I recall correctly, you seniors are still quite far from Class A, right?"

"What are you trying to say?" Sato Keisaku's face turned ugly. Even if he knew what was said was the truth, it shouldn't be said to his face, right?

"Under these circumstances, I can actually understand the seniors' perspective. Rather than chasing the distant Class A, it's better to take the opportunity to convert Private Points into cash, so you can at least take some money home after graduation."

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

"Don't be impatient, senior." Suzuki Toru smiled. "I am a freshman favored by the President, which is why he appointed me as the Vice President of the Student Council. If we can cooperate, we can actually sign a contract with the President as a witness."

To be honest, Sato Keisaku was tempted for a moment.

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

Setting aside the status of being competitors, Horikita Manabu's reputation, both as the Student Council President and in his personal conduct, was impeccable, and his credibility was beyond doubt.

But that wasn't the issue.

"I trust Horikita, but how will you pay?" Sato Keisaku asked a fatal question. A large part of why they were hesitant was precisely because of this.

However, Suzuki Toru felt quite speechless.

"If I couldn't pay, the President wouldn't have agreed to act as my guarantor. Besides, if it involves fraud, I would certainly be expelled from the school. I wouldn't risk that just to scam you out of a few Private Points."

Well, at first, Horikita Manabu had adamantly refused to help him, and it had taken some time to convince him.

Truth be told, Suzuki Toru could ask the Wish Machine to transfer yen to their bank cards at any time, but since they couldn't leave the school, they couldn't check their balances.

The one at fault was Advanced Nurturing High School, not Suzuki Toru.

Sato Keisaku was stunned by this; thinking about it carefully, it did seem to make sense.

The other party wasn't a student from Class D, but from Class A.

He might even become the Student Council President in the future; he certainly wouldn't risk his future to pull a scam for this amount of Private Points.

Come to think of it, there was a student in the past who, in order to reach Class A, scammed over ten million Private Points and was eventually expelled from the school.

The fact that Suzuki Toru could say such things meant he was aware of that incident.

With the lessons of the past right before their eyes, surely no one would make the same mistake again?

Sato Keisaku looked hesitant and said slowly, "How many do you want?"

"No rush." Suzuki Toru smiled again. "I have a better idea now. Senior Sato, this is a rare opportunity; would you like to cooperate?"

"What kind of cooperation?" Sato Keisaku was taken aback. Weren't they talking about selling Private Points?

Regarding his confusion, Suzuki Toru didn't rush to explain, but instead asked, "Who is the other freshman trying to buy your Private Points?"

Sato Keisaku hesitated for a moment before saying, "Koenji from Class 1-D. Shortly after school started, he suddenly approached us, claiming to be the heir to the Koenji Conglomerate, and promised to buy our Private Points at a one-to-one exchange rate."

"So it was the rich kid. Why didn't you agree to him at the time?" Suzuki Toru asked.

Sato Keisaku gave a bitter smile. "Even if he is a rich kid, he can't directly contact the outside world. He could only ask us to take his letter to someone else upon graduation."

As he spoke, he stammered for a while.

"Actually, the school strictly forbids the trading of Private Points before graduation. Such behavior would likely not be permitted by the school."

In other words, their transaction would carry huge risks.

Facing Sato Keisaku's concerns, Suzuki Toru just smiled slightly. He was, of course, well aware of this, and he also knew how to handle it.

Chapter 49: Is Suzuki a Fool?

Why look for Class 3-C instead of Class A or Class B?

It was simple: the competition between Class A and Class B in the third year was the most intense, with a gap of only one or two hundred points.

Facing such a situation, Suzuki Toru didn't think those two classes would be willing to part with their precious Private Points in exchange for cash.

The classes willing to exchange for cash were basically those planning to slack off and give up; they weren't looking to reach Class A, but at least wanted to live a little more comfortably.

After leaving Class 3-C, Suzuki Toru headed to the second-year floor.

However, this time he started from Class B.

"Exchange for cash?"

Kiriyama stared in disbelief at Suzuki Toru in front of him. You've just joined the Student Council, and you're already planning to collect Private Points?

And using such despicable means?

Though he was the leader of Class 2-B, formerly a student of Class A, and one of the Student Council executives, Kiriyama had never seen this kind of operation.

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

Even if the thought crossed his mind, he'd quickly dismiss it, because Advanced Nurturing High School strictly forbade students from contacting the outside world.

It was hard to imagine how Suzuki Toru would pay the sellers in yen.

"Yeah, I'll exchange Private Points with you at a 2-to-1 ratio." Suzuki Toru frowned slightly. Hadn't some rich kid approached the second-years?

In fact, Koenji Rokusuke had also approached second-year students, but they hadn't told Kiriyama—instead, they'd told Nagumo Miyabi.

Yeah, compared to their class leader, they were more willing to listen to Nagumo Miyabi.

"Heh, what an interesting guy." A crisp female voice came from nearby.

Suzuki Toru turned his head and saw a tall, slender girl standing at the classroom door, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, her expression a bit playful as she eyed him with keen interest.

Since she was sizing him up, Suzuki Toru's gaze unceremoniously roamed over her body. The girl's figure was well-developed, her prominent chest making him wonder if a pair of massive bunnies were hidden under her school uniform.

He'd thought Ichinose Honami and Kushida Kikyo were exceptions, but today's high school girls were surprisingly well-nourished.

Even more eye-catching were her straight, slender legs, wrapped in finely textured black pantyhose that hid any glimpse of pale, soft skin, only revealing vibrant, youthful lines—neither overly soft nor frail, like she exercised regularly, making anyone think they'd feel incredible to the touch, an idea flashing unbidden through the mind.

Getting stepped on by her from below would probably feel pretty good.

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[Can't take it anymore, please step on me down there, senpai????], [Lick Kiryuin Fuka's jade feet until they're ruined], [Get domestic abused by senpai while riding on top????], [Want to learn martial arts from her], [No matter how Kiryuin cries for help, just keep hugging her leg and licking], [Check out senpai's swimsuit]...

Sure enough, one vulgar desire after another bubbled up.

"Kiryuin, what are you doing out here?" Kiriyama frowned; he had no good impression of this woman.

"I overheard your conversation just now and got interested." Kiryuin Fuka met Suzuki Toru's gaze with a half-smile, as if she knew exactly what he was looking at.

Suzuki Toru involuntarily shifted his eyes away, looking at Kiriyama and asking, "So, what's your decision?"

Kiriyama was silent for a moment. "With the Student Council President's guarantee, that's hard to believe, but I can't give you a definite answer right now."

"Fine then, give me your answer by noon tomorrow." Suzuki Toru didn't call out his thoughts—after all, Nagumo Miyabi now controlled the second-years, and as class leader, Kiriyama had far less authority than him.

So even if Kiriyama agreed to exchange for cash, opposition from the class or intervention by Nagumo Miyabi would prevent a normal transaction.

That said, Suzuki Toru didn't mind. He turned and left crisply, heading to the next class.

"Tch, such a bold underclassman." Kiryuin Fuka chuckled inexplicably. "Kiriyama, didn't you tell him you can't control the class?"

Kiriyama gnashed his teeth. "Can you not show up in front of me?"

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

They'd planned to fight back at first, but then Nagumo Miyabi crushed Class C and Class D, making both classes kneel instantly—suddenly Class B had to face three classes.

After that, Nagumo Miyabi forcibly expelled some of their classmates, shattering Class B's momentum, and everyone gradually started slacking off.

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

But Kiryuin Fuka was different.

Others slacked off because they couldn't fight Nagumo Miyabi; she'd been slacking from the start.

"Kiriyama, you're being too petty. The underclassman didn't even say anything." Kiryuin Fuka smacked her lips. "Hey, what's his name?"

Though annoyed with her, Kiriyama still answered, "Suzuki from Class 1-A."

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

This only left Kiriyama more speechless.

Still, compared to Kiryuin Fuka, he was more puzzled about what Suzuki Toru was up to.

Because Nagumo Miyabi would soon hear about today's events.

Upon hearing Suzuki Toru wanted to exchange for Private Points, Nagumo Miyabi was momentarily stunned.

"This year's freshmen are pretty interesting. He actually thought of buying Private Points too."

Not just Suzuki Toru—the other student trying to buy Private Points was also well-known to Nagumo Miyabi.

"You can't buy or sell Private Points before graduation. Should we report it to the school?" As his advisor, Tonegawa Sosuke suggested.