Classroom of the Elite, I Only Want Your Rewards

Sato Keisaku looked at the contract before him, unable to believe his eyes. Although it only amounted to seventy or eighty thousand Private Points per person when split among the class, it was still significantly higher than the school's buyback price.

"Is it not enough?" Suzuki Toru asked.

"Ah, haha, it's definitely enough. Actually, we don't have that many Private Points to begin with," Sato Keisaku said. "Not only do we have to cover our current daily expenses, but we also have to prepare for the next exam. Taking out three million Private Points all at once is already our limit."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered that Horikita Manabu was standing right next to them, and he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward.

"My cash is limited to this amount as well. Once you graduate, I will transfer the payment on time." Suzuki Toru didn't mind; he never intended to buy many Private Points with this anyway. His goal was simply to target Nagumo Miyabi.

Every point less for Nagumo Miyabi meant ten points gained for him.

Sato Keisaku had originally wanted to ask how he would handle the payment, but seeing his consistently calm expression, his initial anxiety suddenly settled.

Since he was able to sign a contract, Suzuki Toru must have a way to handle this matter.

Although the school prohibited students from contacting the outside world, it did not completely isolate all students. For things like club competitions, students were still allowed to go out to participate.

Honestly, a Vice President of the Student Council really had no reason to engage in fraud.

Thus, Sato Keisaku put away the contract with peace of mind and bid farewell to Suzuki Toru and Horikita Manabu.

Suzuki Toru calculated today's gains: Nagumo Miyabi's four million and Sato Keisaku's three million, totaling seven million Private Points.

However, a portion still had to be deducted, such as the one million Private Points promised to Koenji Rokusuke.

"Suzuki, you have the potential to be a leader," Horikita Manabu suddenly said.

He had watched from the beginning to the end, and Suzuki Toru's approach toward Koenji Rokusuke and Sato Keisaku was clearly a distribution of benefits, generously rewarding his subordinates for their contributions in this battle.

As a leader, you can take the lion's share, but you must also let others have a taste.

What satisfied Horikita Manabu even more was that Suzuki Toru did not distribute any benefits to him.

The reason was certainly not that Suzuki Toru had forgotten him, but that both Suzuki Toru and he were very clear that Suzuki Toru currently owed him a favor.

In the future, Suzuki Toru would have to repay that favor.

"It was just about dealing with Nagumo together; someone else would have stepped up even without me." Suzuki Toru paused. "However, it is my honor not to have disappointed the President."

Horikita Manabu sighed. All signs indicated that this guy knew how to control the scale—not too much, not too little.

If Horikita Suzune had even half of Suzuki Toru's insight, Horikita Manabu wouldn't have to worry about his own sister.

Wait, that might not be impossible...

"Come with me to see Suzune. If possible, I would like to entrust her to you."

In an instant, Suzuki Toru's expression became extremely strange. What was with this tone, as if he were trying to be his brother-in-law?

Chapter 56: Childhood Sweethearts

If he were to appear in front of Horikita Suzune with Horikita Manabu under these circumstances, he might see some fascinating reactions from the girl.

However, that would instead disrupt his conditioning plan for Horikita Suzune. After all, as her brother, Horikita Manabu would likely not accept him pressuring her.

"Actually, I have met with Horikita-san, and we even chatted a bit about you, President. I apologize, perhaps I was a bit presumptuous."

As he spoke, Suzuki Toru wore a look of slight apology, his eyes shimmering as he pondered how to bring up the next topic.

"What do you think of Suzune?" Horikita Manabu seemed indifferent to that. "Not as my sister, but as a normal student. Is there anything about her that catches your attention?"

"Her personality is a bit amusing. As for anything more, it remains to be observed," Suzuki Toru replied.

"In other words, other than her personality, this child has no appeal to you." Horikita Manabu sighed.

To be honest, what is with this tone of yours, as if you're setting your sister up on a blind date?

"Is the President dissatisfied with the result of her being placed in Class D?" Suzuki Toru asked.

Horikita Manabu was silent for a moment. "It is only natural that she is in Class D, but to a large extent, it is also because of my influence."

Suzuki Toru blinked. Are we entering the heart-to-heart segment now?

"Since she was a child, she has always been following in my footsteps, deliberately imitating my style. Even if there were things she wasn't good at, she would force herself to learn them."

At this point, Horikita Manabu let out a long sigh, as if he had a headache.

"I originally wanted to correct her, but she misunderstood my meaning and used excellence as an excuse for arrogance, refusing to interact with those around her from beginning to end."

Not to mention friends, Horikita Suzune didn't even have a single person she could talk to.

Completely antisocial, a so-called problem child—Horikita Manabu didn't know how to deal with this troublesome sister anymore.

Part of the reason he came to this school was to have Horikita Suzune leave his side so she could live independently for a while.

He hadn't expected her to follow him to Advanced Nurturing High School, though upon reflection, it was within his expectations.

"So the President thinks Horikita-san is too antisocial and conceited, which is why she was placed in Class D?" Suzuki Toru mused.

"In terms of individual ability, she could be in Class A, but..." Horikita Manabu paused, trying to find a suitable adjective. "She is a bit too straightforward, doesn't know how to be flexible, and doesn't know how to rely on any power other than her own."

Actually, President, you don't need to be so tactful; just saying she's a bit of a blockhead would suffice.

"Therefore, I would like to ask you for a favor." Horikita Manabu looked at Suzuki Toru, who showed no reaction.

"I can understand the President's feelings, but I have already made a promise to Horikita-san." Suzuki Toru suddenly smiled.

Horikita Manabu was stunned for a moment. Why did that sound so subtle?

"What kind of agreement?"

"I previously told Horikita-san the truth about this school, and she seems intent on reaching Class A through her own efforts," Suzuki Toru said. "Since I'm a student in Class A, I made a bet with her: if she manages to reach Class A, I'll lick her feet, but if she fails, she'll willingly leave this school."

Because the sheer volume of information was a bit much, Horikita Manabu momentarily overlooked the fact that a flicker of eager anticipation had flashed in Suzuki Toru's eyes when he mentioned licking her feet.

"I won't interfere in your affairs. Even if Suzune ends up expelled, she should be clear about what she is doing and take responsibility for her own actions," Horikita Manabu said, his expression blank.

"Are you really not going to help her?" Suzuki Toru asked softly.

Horikita Manabu fell silent. Was this guy a bit too good at reading the room?

However, it seemed that since he was the one who initiated this topic, he was naturally prone to being easily manipulated by Suzuki Toru.

"Although I will be stepping down next semester, the competition in the third year will only become more intense. Barring any accidents, I won't have much free time. By the time I graduate, Suzune will likely still have two years left here."

Given how far the conversation had gone, Suzuki Toru expected him to say something about helping Suzune reach Class A, but instead, he looked at Suzuki Toru with a hint of hesitation.

"I hope you can help Suzune grow a little. It would be best if you could help her meet more friends and experience the life of a normal high school student."

Horikita Manabu's gaze was earnest; he didn't seem to be joking.

"Student Council President, is there really such a thing as a normal high school life at this school?" Suzuki Toru felt a bit speechless.

"Aren't you a normal high school student right now?" Horikita Manabu countered.

That was indeed hard to refute, so Suzuki Toru could only change the subject: "Don't you chat with Horikita-san often?"

"I don't want to interfere with her," Horikita Manabu said. "If you're unwilling, it's fine to refuse."

"Since it's a request from the Student Council President, there is naturally no reason to refuse," Suzuki Toru shrugged nonchalantly.

And so, without Horikita Suzune's knowledge, her brother had found her a mentor.

A mentor for her high school life: Suzuki Toru.

After finishing his work assisting Horikita Manabu, Suzuki Toru left the Student Council and walked back toward the dorms.

He had been thinking about what to do next, but suddenly, he caught a glimpse of someone sitting on a bench next to a vending machine in the distance and couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

Especially after walking closer and seeing the person's appearance clearly, Suzuki Toru's expression became complicated.

Although she appeared somewhat disheveled, one could still feel a sense of stunning beauty.

The person was sitting on the bench, also wearing the school uniform. From time to time, she would bend over, her long hair sliding down from her shoulders and swaying gently against her chest. The breasts hidden inside her uniform seemed quite full, the round, protruding curve visible. Her figure was slightly tall, yet she inexplicably appeared full of youthful vitality.

For some reason, she had taken off the small black leather shoe on her right foot and removed her calf-length sock, leaving them aside. Her fair, delicate foot was exposed, the ankle slightly reddened.

She reached out to rub her ankle, then her brows furrowed, revealing a look of suppressed pain.

Seeming to sense someone staring at her, she suddenly looked up and met Suzuki Toru's gaze.

In that instant, wishes surged forth like a jackpot payout.

[Ruthlessly cheat with Nagumo Miyabi's childhood friend behind his back], [Hehehe, want to experience how the upperclassman feels], [Call her 'sister' by day, have her call me 'brother' by night], [Ruthlessly lick Asahina's jade feet], [NTR Nagumo Miyabi], [Help the upperclassman teach Nagumo Miyabi a lesson], [Seduce the upperclassman]...

Suzuki Toru's face was full of oddity; it was obvious that the person was none other than Nagumo Miyabi's childhood friend and the girl he was closest to, Asahina.

They hadn't crossed paths before, so why today?

Was this the real "pity prize" after all?

Chapter 57: Saliva Seems to Have Healing Properties

Seeing a stranger, Asahina's first reaction was to hide her feet, feeling a bit embarrassed.

She had assumed no one would be passing by this path right now and had just wanted to rest, never expecting to run into Suzuki Toru.

Exposing her bare feet in front of a boy was inherently shameful, let alone in front of someone she wasn't familiar with.

However, Asahina didn't dwell on it too much; since he had already seen them, she decided not to overthink it.

Besides, this boy should feel awkward too, so it would be best to just pretend he hadn't seen anything.

She just hadn't expected Suzuki Toru to be such an unexpected person.

"Did you sprain your ankle?"

Suzuki Toru walked a little closer but didn't get too near, lest this wild upperclassman get scared and run away.

"I was on the phone with a friend just now and didn't watch where I was going, so I accidentally tripped a little," Asahina said, feeling quite embarrassed. However, seeing that he didn't seem to have much of a reaction, she felt inexplicably more at ease.

"Can you still walk?"

Suzuki Toru looked her over. Asahina had silky long hair and a cute hair clip pinned to her head.

Even compared to idols, she possessed a face to be proud of, looking like the kind of neighborly older sister who would poke you with her finger.

Her well-proportioned, slender legs were not pressed together, and one could see a stretch of snow-white, delicate thigh exposed beneath the hem of her skirt. The lower part of her calf seemed to have a texture as warm and smooth as jade, and the toes appearing before his eyes were as clean and appetizing as white pearls, making one wonder if they were some kind of fine delicacy.

Looking more closely, it was easy to spot the tender red mark on her ankle; that must be where she had sprained it.