A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

If this were a normal school, Kamuro Masumi would at most be someone Tanaka Yukishin could order around.

But placed within Advanced Nurturing High School, now that the competitive relationship has been laid bare.

Her value can be described as that of a peerless divine weapon.

In a special exam, a single success would cost Class A at least a hundred class points.

And fluctuations in class points lead to increases or decreases in the monthly personal points distributed, as well as shifts in class rankings.

10 million is already a discounted price on top of a discount.

"You are correct, but that is the value Kamuro-san hides in the shadows."

Sakayanagi Arisu's tone was calm.

In different periods, the value of Kamuro Masumi is different.

After moving from the light into the shadows, it is already impossible for her to have much of an impact on Class A.

"So? How does Class A intend to treat her?"

"Are you going to take her back? Leave her be? Assign personnel to monitor her? Or expel her once and for all?"

Tanaka Yukishin straightened his posture; his voice was steady and powerful, each word seeming to strike at Sakayanagi Arisu's heart.

Yes, a piece that has moved from the light to the shadows can no longer function as a hidden agent.

But her status—a student of Class A.

Simply leaving her alone means the influence brought by her very existence is a massive disruption.

A hidden mine turned into a visible shell still possesses a tremendous threat.

Sakayanagi Arisu's eyes flickered, but after a brief moment of panic, she quickly regained her composure.

She straightened her back, crossed her arms over her chest, and a confident smile curled the corners of her lips: "You're right, let's sign the agreement. Paid in installments over three years."

Although she agreed readily, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

She was thinking of finding an opportunity to get Tanaka Yukishin expelled, thereby wiping the debt away with the person.

"I don't accept installments; pay the 10 million now."

"Tanaka Yukishin!"

Sakayanagi Arisu's expression turned ugly in an instant; her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and her hands gripped her cane tightly.

"It's only 10 million; it's not that much."

Tanaka Yukishin explained in a calm, unhurried tone, his gaze remaining cool and composed.

This school doesn't count the number of dropouts; there are four classes per grade, 40 people per class, totaling 160 people.

Three grades combined total 480 people.

Including faculty, school leadership, and the personnel for the operation and maintenance of various learning, living, and commercial facilities.

Added together, it should be between 1,600 and 2,000 people.

If you scatter 10 million, it wouldn't even stir up a ripple.

Sakayanagi Arisu took a deep breath, struggling to calm herself down.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes revealing a hint of suspicion and disdain.

"I won't deny that after the Sender incident, I went to learn about this school. I also have some methods for acquiring points. But some require capital, and some require time. I don't believe anyone among the incoming freshmen could harvest 10 million points in these three days."

The implication was that she believed Tanaka Yukishin was intentionally making things difficult.

"Then if I can find someone to prove it to you, what will you do?"

Tanaka Yukishin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a provocative smile, his eyes filled with confidence.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Sakayanagi Arisu braced her hands on the table, her tone as firm as steel.

Then, as if remembering something, she added another sentence.

"Starting from the same line, under the premise of following the rules, without using family influence to make exchanges. I don't believe anyone can do it."

Tanaka Yukishin looked at Sakayanagi Arisu with burning eyes, his gaze revealing an inexplicable meaning.

Misunderstanding that he has backing, or is cheating?

In a sense, a cheat code is also a form of that.

But from the perspective of her knowledge, there is no such thing.

Thinking of this, Tanaka Yukishin suddenly remembered.

If we are really talking about interpersonal relationships, he seems to have backing as well.

After all, in his earlier years, the [Child of Destiny] had brought him many fortuitous encounters and romantic luck.

If one insists on calling it backing, those young ladies from his childhood, whose numbers are unknown, could barely count.

"So, shall we bet?"

"How do you want to bet?"

A flicker of hesitation flashed through the eyes of Sakayanagi Arisu, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She stared intently at Tanaka Yukishin, waiting for his answer.

"Let's bet on whether I think it exists, while you think it doesn't."

Tanaka Yukishin had his hands in his pockets, his tone relaxed and confident.

"What are the stakes?"

Sakayanagi Arisu crossed her arms, her brows furrowed, her eyes revealing a hint of wariness.

"It doesn't matter to me; you can have whatever you want. Regardless, the stakes must be equal."

Tanaka Yukishin shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

Sakayanagi Arisu stared fixedly at Tanaka Yukishin, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce through his body.

She carefully observed his every subtle expression and movement, attempting to find a flaw in his armor and figure out what he was actually thinking.

However, she gained nothing; Tanaka Yukishin seemed to truly not believe he could lose, exuding only a sense of effortless ease.

Sakayanagi Arisu's eyes were filled with doubt and conflict, her heart struggling incessantly.

In the end, she gritted her teeth, a flash of resolve in her eyes, and said harshly, "If I win, I want Kamuro-san."

"And if you lose?"

The corners of Tanaka Yukishin's mouth curled up into a playful smile, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"I..."

Sakayanagi Arisu was suddenly at a loss for words, unable to find a suitable stake for a moment.

Her complexion turned extremely unsightly, her eyes revealing a trace of panic and helplessness.

In terms of points, Tanaka Yukishin's previous asking price was 10 million, but she didn't have that.

Unless she used her father's connections to trade money with others, but that would violate the rules she had set down at the very beginning.

"I won't take Kamuro-san anymore. Let's take a step back: you are forbidden from ordering her to do anything other than running errands."

Sakayanagi Arisu hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said.

"That is completely unequal. It is impossible for me to keep an eye on her at all times. If she doesn't do things for me, how is that any different from losing her to you?"

Tanaka Yukishin crossed his arms and shook his head, his eyes revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Then tell me, what do you want?"

Unable to figure out what Tanaka Yukishin actually wanted, Sakayanagi Arisu chose to hand the power over to him.

She wasn't worried about him making excessive demands.

The bet would only be valid if both parties agreed that the stakes were equal.

"Then let's just record a video."

Tanaka Yukishin summoned a waiter to ask for paper and a pen.

Swish, swish, swish... He began to write.

During the buffer time while he was writing, Sakayanagi Arisu's emotions settled, and she regained her composure.

At this moment, her brain was spinning at high speed.

She felt that her previous behavior had been too reckless.

Why bother betting?

The four classes were maintaining the same course of action.

Before any collision occurred.

She still had at least nearly a month to plan.

There was absolutely no reason to be in a rush.

After finishing, Tanaka Yukishin stretched out his right hand and pressed it flat against the paper.

With a flick of his wrist, he twisted the paper 180 degrees and pushed it in front of Sakayanagi Arisu.

"Just pick a passage and recite it with emotion. I won't use it for anything else; it's purely to provoke you."

Taking the paper handed over by Tanaka Yukishin, Sakayanagi Arisu examined it carefully.

Stimulated by the word "video," Kamuro Masumi reflexively stepped closer.

Noticing the movement behind her, Sakayanagi Arisu said nothing.

She simply held the paper in her hand a little higher, allowing Kamuro Masumi to see it more clearly.

As they read, the facial expressions of the two girls became quite rich.

"So, Tanaka-san likes this sort of thing."

Sakayanagi Arisu's tone was subtle, feeling as though she had been tainted.

In her calm state, she didn't have an over-the-top reaction.

Kamuro Masumi crossed her arms and delivered a classic line.

"Do you also want me to give you a look of disgust like I'm looking at trash, and then lift my skirt to show you my panties?"

"Haha, it seems you really know your stuff, Masumi. Combined with the Wan-Yin Series I mentioned last time, you've clearly been exposed to a lot of things girls shouldn't know about."

Tanaka Yukishin was amused and burst into laughter.

Even though she was a girl, she unexpectedly understood things that only boys should know.

Deep down, Kamuro Masumi might just be a little pervert.

Sakayanagi Arisu ignored the two of them, contemplating whether to go through with the bet.

Her reason told her that if Tanaka Yukishin dared to propose such an unfair wager, he must have absolute certainty that he could win.

Under these circumstances, she shouldn't proceed.

As long as she gave up, she wouldn't lose anything.

But just now, when her emotions were stirred, she had been backed into a corner by his words.

Giving up would be somewhat embarrassing.

Besides, she truly didn't believe anyone could accomplish this.

After some deliberation, she lowered her head and looked at the three paragraphs on the paper once more.

I love Yukishin-kun the most; I want to dedicate everything to him, become his woman, and become his possession. I will listen to him and obey his will. I will serve him heart and soul and please him.

Yukishin-kun ordered me to kneel and admit—this body only has value when it is being used by him. At this moment, I am nothing more than a gift box waiting to be unwrapped, every joint trembling to please its master. Ah... please trample my name with the most vulgar epithets; after all, a doll whose very breathing rhythm should be controlled by you does not deserve dignity.

How pitiful you are, Sakayanagi Arisu—your self-righteous schemes are nothing more than a child's building blocks in the eyes of Yukishin-kun. The calculations you take such pride in have long been viewed by him as after-dinner entertainment, and even your struggle is filled with a sense of the ridiculous. Look closely, this is the meaning of your existence. Like a cat with its claws clipped, you can only beg for scraps of affection at your master's feet.

The three paragraphs corresponded to three directions of psychological stimulation: shame, humiliation, and contempt.