Sure, as expected, Class C is still doing this kind of boring thing

"Ichinose, what are we up to this time?"

"We should probably head to Class C. Since we've already been to Class A, Class C is the next biggest threat to us."

"Makes sense. I'm a bit curious what Class C's students are like."

Considering time was still limited, Yuki Gyakukai didn't let the class nominate anyone else. Instead, he called on the same four people from before.

But things weren't over yet. After calling those four, Yuki looked at the rest of Class B and continued:

"Given that there might be compulsory expulsion exams in the future, I'd like everyone in the class to contribute 50% of their personal points as class funds."

The moment the words left his mouth, someone immediately responded: "No problem. The school has special exams like that, and none of us know how someone might end up expelled."

"Agreed. I'll put in 50% of my points as class funds. If I ever face expulsion, I hope this pool can cover the 20 million."

"So, Gyakukai, do we transfer the points directly to you?"

Even though it was still just a discussion phase, Yuki Gyakukai's phone started buzzing nonstop. A flood of transfer notifications appeared on his screen.

As expected, everyone in Class B was such a good kid. They'd transferred the points so quickly, even though he hadn't even said who to send them to yet.

If those points somehow vanished into thin air, they'd probably cry for a long time.

Not that he'd ever do something like that. He wasn't that desperate for money.

There was a little rich girl at home—he wasn't exactly strapped for cash.

Of course, that wasn't worth mentioning now. The real problem was that processing all these transfers was going to be a hassle.

"Hold on, everyone, stop transferring. I haven't even said who's keeping the class funds yet, and you're already trusting me this much to send the points over?"

For a moment, Yuki Gyakukai was caught between laughter and tears.

"But since you've already sent them, those who have don't need to send again. Everyone who hasn't transferred yet, send your points to Ichinose's account."

"Huh? Me?"

Ichinose, standing off to the side, blinked in surprise and pointed at herself with her index finger, looking incredulous.

She hadn't expected to be entrusted with such a responsibility. Watching the transfer notifications pop up on her phone, a wave of being trusted washed over her, bringing joy and a sense of duty—along with a faint, barely noticeable pang of guilt.

"I have high hopes for you, Ichinose. Besides, I'm used to spending freely. If this money were in my hands, I might not even notice I'd blown through it."

"Haha, Gyakukai, you're so funny. That's over two million points in total. There's no way you could spend it without noticing... Wait... you... you wouldn't actually spend it all, would you?"

Ichinose fell silent. Ichinose crashed.

The Class B crowd stared at his expression, which didn't look like a joke, and fell into their own silence.

They felt like they'd accidentally uncovered a secret.

Namely, that Gyakukai's family and Hanyu's family seemed to be loaded.

How else could someone casually blow through nearly two million yen without realizing it?

Class B wept in self-reflection.

It turned out there was a traitor among them.

They'd always thought Yuki Gyakukai was just a smart, handsome, bold, and careful popular guy. Now they had to slap a "filthy rich" label on him too.

Of course, that was just their guess. The only one who was truly wealthy was Tomie Hanyu. Yuki Gyakukai had always been nothing more than a son-in-law fervently welcomed and adored by the Hanyu family.

The five of them walked toward Class C.

"Ichinose, deposit the 1.94 million points we got from Class A into the class funds. Then, take a screenshot of the total class funds received and post it in the class group for transparency."

"Understood." Honami Ichinose replied, already feeling a headache from processing all the transfers one by one. The points that had been mistakenly sent to Yuki's account earlier had all been forwarded to her.

With the experience from Class A under their belts, the group quickly arrived at Class C's door.

Hoshinomiya was already waiting there, her face wearing its usual smile.

"Whoa!" The moment they stepped into Class C, Chihiro Shiramami jumped in fright, shrinking back and grabbing onto Yuki's clothes, hiding behind him.

The other Class B students who came along also wore expressions of shock as they took in the grim scene before them.

Honami Ichinose's eyes widened, and she couldn't help covering her mouth: "Did they get into a fight? But why go this far?"

What they saw was that Class C's students weren't sitting neatly in their seats. They were still in a state of chaos.

Over half the class had scrapes or bruises on their faces.

Regardless of gender, almost everyone bore some kind of injury. Some who stood up had noticeably unsteady gaits.

The arrival of Class B's group drew the attention of a few, but not many.

Right now, almost everyone in Class C had their eyes fixed on the back corner of the classroom. Their gazes were filled with mockery and contempt, and snide laughter occasionally slipped from their lips.

"Sorry, boy, but you've pissed me off."

"Yamada, quit your yapping and just hold him down! Ibuki, get the hell out of the way!"

"Bam!!"

"Haha, Daichi you piece of trash, you think I'm scared of you?!"

"THUD!!"

"Ryuuen, you're still running your mouth even now. Looks like I need to teach you a lesson before you learn to be afraid."

Listening to the sounds of fists hitting flesh in the crowd, along with the jeers of a few people, and the marks on the surrounding Class C members, what had happened was obvious without needing to be said.

Kanzaki and the others, who had never been exposed to this kind of thing, couldn't help but frown.

Just as Ichinose was about to try and stop the Class C students from continuing their fight, the person standing beside her had already stepped in ahead of time.

"Everyone, isn't it a bit inappropriate to be throwing punches in front of me? After all, I'm not really fond of this kind of thing."

Yuki Gyakukai used both hands to push aside the Class C students blocking his way, making his way to the center of the crowd.

His face was dark and gloomy now. At the end of the day, bullying was something that shouldn't exist in a place like school.

He had already imagined Class C might be chaotic before coming here, but he never thought it would escalate to openly fighting right under the surveillance cameras.

What a bunch of idiots.

"Who the hell are you, you meddling bastard?!"

Daichi Ishizaki, already seeing red from the fight, threw a heavy punch at the unfamiliar man who had grabbed him with one hand.

"AHH!!"