A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

He spoke, suddenly raising an eyebrow toward the corner: "Did you get it?"

"4K high-definition."

The Vice President shook his phone, the lens still aimed at the Boxing Club President's stubbly chin: "But boss, are we really okay with setting up Kiryuin Fuuka like this?"

"This is called practical training." The Boxing Club President threw a towel over his shoulder, his pectoral muscles trembling with his laughter: "A true lover of amusement must learn to welcome everything with a smile."

Arriving at the girls' locker room, Kiryuin Fuuka unleashed a barrage of attacks on the punching bag hanging on the wall.

Every punch and kick carried the shame and annoyance of having been played.

She gritted her teeth, glaring at the punching bag, treating it like the Boxing Club President and beating it for all it was worth.

Damn it, damn it.

The Boxing Club President looked like a brute on the surface, but he was actually a schemer behind the scenes.

To think he would backstab me and make me take the fall.

Suddenly, she realized that the other clubs were doing the exact same thing.

Good grief, they were all schemers.

With that, she unleashed another flurry of punches and kicks on the bag.

After venting the anger in her heart, she stood before the mirror to tidy up her appearance.

She put on a smile once more.

There was no way to dodge this blame, but she could still handle it.

All it would take was a friendly face, some sweet talk, and treating them to a meal to resolve it.

Kiryuin Fuuka certainly wasn't arrogant enough to think that Tanaka Yukishin would accommodate her every whim like her usual suitors.

The main thing was that yesterday, besides showing the way, she had done one very important thing.

That was providing a guarantee of credibility.

Otherwise, if you just stopped some random small-fry student and wanted to challenge the three major clubs, you'd be dreaming!

People wouldn't even pay you any mind; not throwing you out immediately would already be considered polite.

Oh well, just consider it paying to watch the show.

Before long, the person arrived.

After exchanging greetings, Tanaka Yukishin pressed the issue.

"Senior, you stirred the pot behind the scenes just to watch the show. You owe me an explanation for this."

"There's nothing to explain. Just as you said, counting the help I gave you yesterday, we're even."

"You think just showing the way is enough to call it even? You're being a bit too optimistic, Senior."

Kiryuin Fuuka's gaze was sharp as a sword, but it had little to no effect.

"You and Matsuzaka Tomohito are birds of a feather. Don't think I don't know exactly how much I did. Without my identity as a guarantor, you wouldn't have even been able to step through the club's front door."

The [Child of Destiny] would influence Tanaka Yukishin's life, pushing it toward the best possible outcomes.

Therefore, Tanaka Yukishin was well aware that his smooth sailing was indeed the result of luck.

"Fair enough. If you can think of it, that's your ability; if you can't, then it's what I'm owed."

"Don't forget, Senior, you were the one who started it."

"That's not enough."

Kiryuin Fuuka offered a polite smile, deciding to deal with the problem at hand first before finding a chance to turn the tables.

"I'll add a barbecue dinner."

She pulled out her phone without changing her expression; on the screen was a video of the Boxing Club President dancing to a girl group song in the locker room.

Seeing the boy's mouth twitch, she shook her phone: "A bonus egg."

Mutual destruction—everyone knows how to play that game.

"...Then, we're even?"

"Even."

As they walked, a suitable idea occurred to Kiryuin Fuuka.

After all, with Karuizawa Kei clinging to Tanaka Yukishin's arm, her undisguised affection was obvious to anyone with eyes.

At this moment, Tanaka Yukishin omitted parts of yesterday's club incident and told the rest to the Class D students who had followed.

"Yo, Junior. You've already built a harem just two days after enrolling. Aren't you going to introduce us?"

Sarcasm wasn't really Kiryuin Fuuka's style; stirring the pot and causing trouble to watch the show was her true nature.

But she knew where to draw the line and wouldn't go too far.

For instance, she didn't add the line, "There's even a boy here; don't tell me you swing both ways."

Confucius said: "A gentleman has three things to guard against: in his youth, when his blood and energy are not yet settled, he must guard against lust; in his prime, when his blood and energy are full of vigor, he must guard against combat; in his old age, when his blood and energy have declined, he must guard against greed."

With a robust physique and a cheat system at his side.

Tanaka Yukishin's temper was naturally not very good.

It was just that his self-control was strong.

Only when interacting with others on a daily basis did he make people feel he was easy to get along with.

At this moment, being provoked repeatedly by Kiryuin Fuuka.

He was getting a little angry.

He prepared to teach the white-haired girl a lesson in a moment.

The members of the Karuizawa group whispered among themselves.

Koenji Rokusuke, on the other hand, was unimpressed.

Upon arriving at the boxing club, the members had already prepared the ring.

Seeing them enter, the burly men flashed uniform, "friendly" smiles, their biceps twitching.

"Senior." Tanaka suddenly turned his head, his voice clear enough to penetrate the soundproof glass: "The deal where you pay me to usurp the position, it still stands, right?"

The entire venue fell into instant silence.

The energy drink in Kiryuin's hand was crushed with a "pop," and the sticky liquid dripped down between her fingers.

The Boxing Club President turned his head slowly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between her and the boy, before he suddenly wore an expression of sudden realization.

"I knew it..." The President rubbed his chin, the pattern on his chest shifting with his expression: "So Kiryuin wants to be the president that badly?"

No wonder she had repeatedly goaded him into fighting yesterday; it was a two-pronged approach.

She could see blood flow like a river while simultaneously undermining the President's authority.

He had thought he was going with the flow and even managed to trip Kiryuin up a little.

It turned out everything had been within her expectations.

Was he actually a step behind?

"I didn't! I don't!" Kiryuin was about to blow her top when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Tanaka shaking his phone screen—it was her prized collection of girl group dance videos.

The people from Class D wore strange expressions.

They knew this was his way of returning the previous provocation.

"I really didn't."

"Don't worry, Senior. With my help, seizing the position of president will be as easy as turning over one's hand."

I... forget it.

After arguing, she saw the President's expression remained bizarre.

She thought of how she had angrily flung open the lounge door earlier.

Realizing that explanations were of little use, Kiryuin Fuuka chose to give up struggling.

It was just taking the blame; what was one more?

After giving up on herself, she suddenly laughed.

Since it started for fun, let it end for fun.

The girl took a deep breath and pulled out a twisted smile: "That's right, beat those three down, and I'll give you one hundred thousand each!"

One win.

But Tanaka Yukishin was not so easily satisfied.

"I was joking, Senior. I didn't expect you to actually have a grudge against the Boxing Club President."

Chapter 22 Boxing

Kiryuin Fuuka, having made up her mind, had a heart like Guanyin and a face like Asura.

She remained unmoved upon hearing this.

The three members of the boxing club suddenly realized the truth.

It wasn't that Kiryuin was as deep as the sea, easily playing them in the palm of her hand.

It was just that her instigation had been exposed, and Tanaka Yukishin was taking the opportunity to retaliate.

Thinking of this, the three looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"What a pity."

"It is a pity."

It was truly a shame that this scene could not be recorded in high-definition 4K resolution to be watched every day.

Karuizawa Kei's straw stirred a tiny vortex in her carbonated drink, the red light of the camera flickering in the dim corner.

Without further introductions, Tanaka Yukishin and the three boxing club members stepped onto the boxing ring.

"Tanaka-kun, we've already been briefed on what happened yesterday. We've also reviewed your data and the footage. So, the three of us going against you together—that's fine, right?"

The Boxing Club President asked the question, but he had already tossed his boxing gloves over.

Catching the gloves in mid-air, Tanaka Yukishin put them on deftly and tied the laces.

"It looks like you've never used these before, Tanaka-kun. Do you need a moment to get used to them?"

Tanaka Yukishin shook his head.

He had understood the effects of Martial Arts Prodigy after years of use.

When learning any technique or ability related to Martial Arts, it provided a bonus to comprehension.

He was very curious now to see just how fast he could learn boxing by combining Martial Arts Prodigy with Universal Tool.

Exchanging glances, the three members of the boxing club reached a silent understanding.

There was no need for words; a man's hot-blooded spirit should be expressed through his fists.

They separated, forming a triangle with Tanaka Yukishin at the center.

The triangle cast sharp geometric shadows on the floor, which shifted constantly as the overhead lights swayed.

From the spectator stands came the sound of rustling fabric; some people leaned forward involuntarily, causing the leather seats to creak under their weight.

Seeing that the three of them intended to go through the motions.

Circling around to observe weaknesses and find the right moment to strike.

Tanaka Yukishin made his move decisively.

He pushed off the ground with his right leg, his body catapulting toward the Boxing Club President under the force of the reaction.

Radial wrinkles suddenly appeared on the rubber floor, and the air current stirred up by the silver-haired youth's charge ruffled the referee's hair.

The moment the Boxing Club President's pupils contracted, he saw circular ripples forming on the leather of his opponent's glove under the high-speed compression.

A punch with thirty percent of his strength tore through the air, leaving a faint whistling sound in its wake.