Phase One Plan Complete

Upon hearing my words, the burly man immediately stopped what he was doing, stood up, and said to me.

"Are you serious? Kid, which class are you from?"

"Class 1-D." Onizuka Tsukasa stated his class without hesitation, even pulling out his student ID as proof to prevent any disbelief.

For the time being, the identity of being in Class 1-D was an extremely important cover, making it very easy for people to let their guard down.

"May I ask what event you practice, senior?"

"100 meters. What? Scared?"

"No, on the contrary, 100 meters is the answer I was most hoping to hear." Onizuka didn't say the second half of his thought: because it would be over very quickly.

The burly man looked Onizuka up and down, then sneered, "Kid, since you're looking for death, don't blame me for not holding back."

With that, the two of them found the faculty advisor in charge of the Track and Field Club. After explaining their intentions, the advisor agreed to supervise the fulfillment of the agreement and act as the referee.

Subsequently, the two transferred the stakes of the match, a total of 180,000 points, into the teacher's account for temporary safekeeping.

Onizuka still held a certain degree of trust in the teachers at this school; at the very least, on the surface, they would not do anything that violated their professional duties.

Just as the three of them were walking toward the starting line, the burly man leaned in close to Onizuka and said.

"Yamada Naoki. Remember the name of the man who is about to win your 90,000 points well, so you won't have anyone to blame when you're regretting it tonight."

Onizuka paused for a moment, then revealed a bright smile. "I certainly won't forget your name, senior."

Of course, as the person who gave him his first batch of points.

The race ended quickly. 9.92 seconds—Onizuka's time—was an undisputed crushing victory.

Yamada Naoki knelt at the finish line in regret, pounding the synthetic track with his hand. Suddenly, he saw Onizuka walking slowly toward him after receiving the points from the teacher, and he snapped, shouting:

"Are you here to mock me, kid!"

Onizuka spread his hands helplessly. "I wouldn't do something so meaningless. Yamada-senpai, shall we make another deal?"

Hearing this, Yamada Naoki clenched his fists as if stimulated, his teeth gritted as he replied, "Go to hell, kid!"

"Don't be so hasty, senior. I'd like to spend 5,000 points to have you keep this matter confidential. How about it, care to consider?"

Following a strange silence, Yamada Naoki slumped to the ground as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

"Ten thousand."

"Fine, deal." Onizuka cast an inquiring look at the faculty advisor, who had not yet left.

As if understanding what he meant, the advisor returned a look of affirmation.

The shady deal was concluded.

Onizuka very readily transferred 10,000 points back to Yamada Naoki.

"I hope you understand the consequences of breaking the contract, senior."

Yamada Naoki, sitting on the ground clutching his student ID, waved his hand at Onizuka as if shooing a fly. "Don't worry. Someone was already expelled because of this before; I don't want to end up like him."

Very good, he now knew the result of violating the contract.

Onizuka, who was about to turn and leave, seemed to remember something, turned back, and said to Yamada Naoki: "Onizuka Tsukasa, that's my name."

As if realizing something, Yamada Naoki's eyes widened, filled with bloodshot veins.

"You bastard!!!!!!"

Over the next week, Onizuka spent his time wandering between the dormitories and the track, searching for lone prey... seniors.

That's right, he hadn't been to class for a whole week, and no one had come looking for him, so there was absolutely no problem.

After he proposed the stakes and introduced himself, everyone accepted his challenge. To keep them from sensing anything unusual, every wager was set at 90,000 points.

However, since he signed that confidentiality agreement with almost everyone, his actual net gain was 80,000 points per person.

Shot put, 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, high jump, long jump.

He challenged almost every event, and the harvest was quite rich.

1,867,265—one million eight hundred sixty-seven thousand two hundred sixty-five—that was his remaining point balance.

Of course, what surprised Onizuka was that people who had grown to their second or even third year in this environment could still restrain their desire for points, running away while shouting things like, "I'll definitely tell President Horikita!"

Tsk, if it weren't for them, Onizuka's plan could have continued for a while longer; after all, there were quite a few people who skipped class to find a quiet environment to practice.

Now, whenever these people saw him, they would either walk far away, treat him as if he were invisible, or even curse him out.

Onizuka sighed silently; it seemed he could only earn points from these people up to this point.

The next day, inside the Class 1-D classroom.

Onizuka Tsukasa arrived at his seat right on time, ignoring the surprised gazes cast his way by his classmates.

He had nothing to do, okay? The first phase of his plan was completed ahead of schedule, and the second phase wouldn't start until after school. Since he didn't want to sleep in the dorms during this time, what else could he do?

He couldn't exactly go to the track and look for trouble, could he? So, he appeared here; he was a good student, after all.

Just as he took out the book he had prepared in advance, Yosuke Hirata, who was sitting in front, walked over.

"Onizuka, has something happened these past few days? Why haven't you been coming to class?"

"Hmm... I was indeed feeling a bit under the weather. I had a cold and was worried about infecting the other students, so I isolated myself in the dorm for a week. Don't worry, I've fully recovered now."

This was a lie.

Upon hearing Onizuka's reply, Yosuke Hirata revealed a brilliant, sunny smile and handed over a notebook.

"I see, that's how it is. Onizuka, you really are kind. I'm just glad you've recovered. These are the class notes from the past few days; feel free to take them if you need them."

"That won't be necessary, Hirata. Don't let my appearance fool you; my grades are actually quite decent, so catching up on this little bit of missed material won't be a problem at all."

This was the truth.

There wasn't a hint of disappointment on his face after being rejected; instead, he said cheerfully:

"You're being too formal, Onizuka. Just call me Yosuke."

"Alright, Yosuke. You can call me Tsukasa."

The two exchanged smiles, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Soon, the bell for class rang, Yosuke Hirata returned to his seat, and the day's lessons began.

As for Onizuka, he began reading the book he had brought with him until school was dismissed.