Student Council Secretary Position, Quietly Sold

"Katsuragi, it's taken care of. After school this afternoon, just head straight to the student council and report in."

"Thanks, Gyakukai."

"Nothing to thank me for—it's just a transaction. Remember to transfer 280,000 points to Ichinose's account on time every month. Just keep it up until next semester."

"Understood."

Gyakukai put down his phone and glanced at Ichinose, whose expression was a bit complicated.

"What's wrong? Wondering why I didn't give you the student council secretary slot?"

Ichinose shook her head, but her eyes were still full of confusion: "Gyakukai-kun must have his own reasons for doing this. I already failed the student council interview. If I used your spot to become a member, that would be too sneaky."

Katsuragi-kun, I'll mourn for you for one second.

"Keep at it. But honestly, you don't need to think about joining the student council. Since you already know this school is about competition, just focus your energy on the class."

Ichinose broke into a bright smile: "That's true. For the sake of getting all of Class B's students up to Class A, I'll do my best!"

Ichinose visibly perked up, raising a little fist to boost the class's morale.

"Speaking of which, we have swimming class this afternoon."

"Really? That's rare—having swimming class in this season."

"Oh no, I think I've gained weight again. I wonder what the school's swimsuits will look like."

"..."

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the afternoon swimming class, a unfamiliar figure appeared at the entrance of Class B.

But it was quickly noticed: "Looks like someone from Class D."

"I remember, when I passed by Class D before, someone called her Haruka Hasebe."

"What's a Class D person doing at our Class B classroom?"

"Hello, can I help you with something?"

Ichinose also noticed the figure at the door and went over to strike up a conversation.

"Sorry to bother you. Actually, I'm looking for Gyakukai-kun."

Unaccustomed to talking with strangers, Hasebe's tone came off a bit cold and nervous, to the point she forgot to introduce herself.

"Huh? Looking for me for what?"

Sitting in his seat, chatting with Tomie and her little followers, Yuki Gyakukai heard his name and looked over.

Then he brought Tomie and the others to the door.

Standing at the entrance, Haruka Hasebe finally saw him in person, but the real person looked a bit different from the one on the ranking list.

The pictures shared on the list were way too blurry—nowhere near as stunning as the real thing.

"Is this the number one on the Handsome Ranking?"

"What's the Handsome Ranking? Tomie, do you know?" Faced with the question, Tomie also looked puzzled.

And that's when the role of the little followers came into play.

As Tomie's top follower, Amikura Asako immediately pulled out her phone and showed off the so-called ranking.

"The ranking was made by some first-year student recently. It includes a Handsome Ranking, a Beauty Ranking, and other weird ones. Our class's Gyakukai-kun is widely recognized as the most handsome first-year."

"Then I'm truly honored," Gyakukai said, slowly swiping on the phone. "But why isn't Tomie on the Beauty Ranking? Is the person who made this ranking blind?"

"No idea, maybe because Tomie-san doesn't attend class much."

Seeing the conversation drift off-topic, a bit embarrassed, Ichinose quickly coughed twice to pull everyone's attention back.

"Sorry, sorry. Hasebe-san, what did you need me for?"

Stared at by many eyes, Hasebe felt uncomfortable. Though there were no hostile gazes, her eyes still darted around nervously.

"It's like this: I heard from Class C people that you're really capable and have a strong sense of justice, so I wanted to ask for your help. I... I can pay with personal points."

By the end, Hasebe was a bit anxious, her whole body tense.

"You're from Class D. Why not ask your friends in Class D for help?"

The people around cast surprised looks at Shibata Hayate, whose emotional intelligence was rock-bottom.

"If... you can't help, then forget it. Sorry for the intrusion."

"Wait." Gyakukai grabbed her. "I didn't say I wouldn't help. Why rush off? First, tell me about your situation."

Hearing this, Hasebe, who had been timid and ready to give up, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Actually, I've always been troubled by this overly developed body of mine. Ever since I joined Class D, the boys in class keep looking at me with disgusting eyes, and their vulgar language makes me really uncomfortable."

She paused for a moment, then began to denounce the boys' misdeeds in her class: "And because of the swimming lesson, the boys in our class even made a chest ranking today..."

The B-class students listening attentively were already having their eyes opened wide by Haruka's account.

But when that so-called chest ranking was mentioned, the entire class erupted.

"This is way too far, doing something like that to their own classmates."

"Disgusting. Those girls assigned to Class D must be pitiful."

"How horrible. Good thing I got into Class B."

"..."

Yamauchi, you really are a sinner.

He let out a casual sigh inwardly, then turned his gaze to Haruka. "You, I'll help. The price is 150 points."

"That cheap?" Haruka's hand holding her phone froze for a moment when she heard the number.

"I just don't like them. Consider it the price of a bottle of water."

"Then... thank you."

"Okay, a few of you grab your phones and start recording. We'll head to Class D first."

Class D's atmosphere was a bit too lively.

A group of boys led by Yamauchi gathered together, wearing lecherous grins, their minds still wandering over the girls' skin from the swimming lesson.

"Ah! I can't wait for today's swimming class. I can't sleep at all!"

Yamauchi turned to a chubby boy in the class, his tone excited: "Doc, you'll record the girls' swimsuits properly, right?"

The one called Doc, whose real name was Hideo Tonokura, was a computer whiz.

Right now, with a mysterious look, he opened the laptop he'd brought to class: "Don't worry, everything's ready."

Suzune Horikita, who had just come in through the back door, cast a disdainful glance.

Then she sat down in her seat, shooting a look of disgust at Kiyotaka Ayanokoji along with the boys.

"How pathetic. Even a perfectly ordinary swimming lesson gets ogled by boys."

"Nothing to do with me. Don't pin it on me."

Ike, sitting not far away, suddenly walked over and hooked an arm around Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's neck.

"We're betting on the girls' chest sizes. Wanna join? Minimum bet is 5000 points."

"Uh... no thanks."

Honestly, he couldn't care less about Suzune Horikita's murderous glare. He just wanted to live a normal student life, not stoop to Yamauchi and the others' level.

"Ah... that's a real shame."

On Hideo Tonokura's computer screen, all the girls' names in the class were already listed in a table.

Haruka Hasebe's name topped the list, with the highest odds. Worth noting was that the list was titled "Ranking."

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji watched silently.

How pathetic. Three days have already passed, and I still come across the name of a classmate I don't even know. I'm really useless.

"Speaking of which, this table you guys made is... quite detailed."

He didn't know how else to describe it.

"Because we're men. Our heads are always filled with tits and ass."

Hey, no matter what, don't say it so bluntly. Your voice is too loud, it's so awkward. A lot of the girls are looking this way.