Strengthening Class C

To his surprise, his father agreed quite readily.

His father's unusually quick approval aroused his suspicion.

Logically, a father should have tried every means to prevent his son from boarding at a boarding school.

Unless... this was part of the father's plan in itself.

Upon entering the school, he was assigned to Class D.

This further confirms that point.

It's understandable that the geniuses in Class D don't know the significance of a chaebol's only son.

But the teacher who assigned the classes didn't know?

What kind of international joke is this?

Given the influence of the Koenji Conglomerate, it was no accident that he was assigned to Class D.

Then, he met Wang Meiyu again.

So, what is Father's plan?

Make him behave.

But he could not possibly comply.

Therefore, there must be a special attack.

A special attack that can make him willingly take things seriously.

Wang Meiyu is one, but not enough.

Having grown up seeing others approach him with ulterior motives, he always remembered Wang Meiyu's pure kindness in helping him.

It seems the butler reported it to Dad.

How should we repay them after we get out?

After all, he was someone who had watched him grow up, so Koenji Rokusuke didn't want to go too far.

Then let the butler's son do something shameful, so we can tease and ridicule him.

Let's return to the question.

He was the only son of a chaebol.

Not only are they born exceptional, but they also enjoy the best resources to grow up in this world.

Having received an elite education, he was undoubtedly not in the same league or within the same mold as the other students at this school.

So who could make him seriously consider this?

Only an evenly matched opponent, or even one who can completely overwhelm him.

The ugliness he found unacceptable, and his pursuit of beauty.

These three.

Tanaka Yukishin?

That was indeed his initial thought.

Tanaka Yukishin's presence acts as a catfish, bringing him vitality.

But Tanaka Yukishin's personality dissuaded him from the idea.

People who are so extremely self-assured cannot fake it.

Tanaka Yukishin's subsequent actions further solidified his judgment.

They are freer and enjoy life more than him.

Is this a catfish?

This is fucking salted fish!

So it's Miyabi Nagumo?

He knew about this person.

To be fair, Miyabi Nagumo is an excellent person.

But that wasn't enough; he wasn't even as good as Horikita Manabu.

Not to mention Tanaka Yukishin.

So, did the school intervene next, and eventually the father had to get involved himself?

That should be true.

That's the power of chaebols.

Before enrolling, Koenji Rokusuke had already learned everything about Advanced Nurturing High School.

To preserve the surprise of the unknown.

He did not gather any internal information about the school.

But even these superficial revelations were enough for him to think and deduce.

Chapter 91 90 Class C Reinforcement

Attending classes is an important part of a student's life.

For those who love learning, class is something that passes by in the blink of an eye.

Like a short but comfortable sleep, it always leaves you wanting more.

But for those who hate studying, a 45-minute class is like being roasted on a candle.

It was an agonizing ordeal, each day feeling like an eternity, and I always longed for it to end soon.

In class, Horikita Suzune listened attentively to the teacher's lecture.

While writing in her notebook, she scribbled down important knowledge points and problem-solving strategies for different types of questions.

My worries about the class during breaks have long been forgotten.

That's just how pure she is.

When the bell rang, Horikita Suzune's notebook already had seventeen fluorescent marks.

She closed the book very gently, as if performing some kind of ritual.

The sounds of laughter coming from the corridor made her temples throb; those carefree laughs reminded her of her disastrous failure in the Secret Exam the first month.

Recall the teacher's teachings.

After confirming that everything was correct, Horikita Suzune switched from learning mode to promotion mode.

Hirata Yosuke's value lies in his leadership and interpersonal skills in organizing the entire class.

Are there any substitutes in the class?

Kushida Kikyo.

The name suddenly popped into her mind.

Horikita Suzune stroked the metal body of the fountain pen.

I watched as a girl with a headband was surrounded by three or five people chatting and laughing not far away; her sweet voice was like melting toffee.

She doesn't seem very bright.

Despite harboring ill will towards her, he believed her disguise was flawless and that he couldn't detect it.

The method used in previous exams, II, was probably not her idea.

Lacking sufficient ability, they can only serve as subordinate substitutes.

Could he replace him and take his place?

She doesn't deny her abilities, but admits that she's not yet capable enough.

She still needs to grow in this area.

Therefore, Hirata Yosuke must persevere for a while longer.

He became withdrawn because his classmates left.

Let's fight fire with fire later.

You don't want the other students to be expelled, do you?

Hehehehe.

Meanwhile, a different story was unfolding on the other side of the classroom.

Hasebe Haruka, like a cat that has found a ball of yarn, suddenly pounced on Sakura Airi's shoulder from behind.

The moment her fingertips touched the other person, Sakura Airi sprang up, and the sketchbook in her arms fell to the ground with a thud.

"Love... in..."

Hasebe Haruka drawled, deliberately rubbing her nose against her friend's bright red earlobe, "What did Tanaka-kun just say to you? Why did you suddenly blush?"

Her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons as she spoke, filled with curiosity.

"Yes, it's to deliver a message to my family."

Sakura Airi's voice grew softer and softer, until the last few syllables almost became breathy sounds.

When Hasebe Haruka suddenly brought her face close to hers, Sakura Airi hurriedly turned her face away, her nape, visible through her hair, flushed with embarrassment.

She's always getting teased by Karuizawa and Gaga, it's so annoying.

Hasebe Haruka hugged Sakura Airi's arm and pressed it close.

"Aren't we not allowed to go out?"

"Gyokuryuki competition, does Gaga want one?"

Since the swimming class established the non-water-swimming girls' club.

The relationship between Karuizawa Kei, Sakura Airi, Hasebe Haruka progresses rapidly.

Thinking of home, Hasebe Haruka's smile froze, and she was momentarily lost in thought.

She loosened her arms from around her.

"No need, I'm not very familiar with Tanaka-kun."

"All right."

Just as Hasebe Haruka turned around, she didn't see Sakura Airi quietly pressing her sketchbook to her chest and letting out a sigh of relief.

Noon.

Tanaka Yukishin, who had given prior notice during the break, met Ryuen Kakeru on the rooftop.

The midday sun baked the ground until it was scorching hot, and the heatwave distorted the distant scenery.

The iron gate creaked open with a harsh sound, and Tanaka Yukishin stepped steadily into this scorching world.

His red uniform looked particularly crisp in the sunlight, and his tie hung loosely around his neck, exuding a casual air.

Ryuen Kakeru was leaning against the railing, tossing a coin and catching it. The metallic sheen traced a cold arc between his fingers, and each flip brought it back to his palm with precision.

Albert stood like an iron tower in the shadows, his sunglasses reflecting an unsettling white light.

His thick arms were crossed in front of his chest, the muscle lines faintly visible beneath his uniform.

"What is it? You can tell me now."

Ryuen Kakeru said without turning his head, and the coin was clenched into his palm with a "snap".

Footsteps came from behind him, and as he turned around, his school uniform jacket fluttered in the wind.

Tanaka Yukishin stopped two meters away from him, her hands in her pockets, her posture relaxed.

He looked directly at Ryuen Kakeru, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealing a kind smile.

"I'm here to help you."

Ryuen Kakeru was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his laughter full of sarcasm.

He raised his hand to smooth the stray hairs from his forehead, looking at the boy in front of him with a mocking gaze.