The Student Council Secretary Position Was Quietly Sold

"Katsuragi, I've taken care of it for you. Just report to the Student Council after school this afternoon."

"Thanks, Gyakukai."

"No need to thank me. It's just a business deal. Remember to transfer 280,000 points to Ichinose's account on time each month. You only have to keep it up until next semester."

"Understood."

Gyakukai put down his phone and glanced at Ichinose beside him, who looked a little conflicted.

"What? Wondering why I didn't give you the Student Council secretary position?"

Ichinose shook her head, but confusion still filled her eyes.

"Gyakukai, you must have your reasons for doing this. I've already been rejected in the Student Council interview. If I used your position to become a Student Council member, that would be far too underhanded."

Katsuragi, I offer you a moment of silence.

"Keep it up. But honestly, you don't need to be thinking about joining the Student Council. Now that you know this school is all about competition, you should focus on your class as much as possible."

Ichinose smiled. "That's true. We have to work hard so everyone in Class B can make it to Class A!"

Ichinose visibly perked up and raised a small fist, rallying the class.

"By the way, we have swimming class this afternoon."

"Really? That's pretty rare. They're offering swimming class at this time of year?"

"Oh no, I think I've gained weight again. I wonder what kind of swimsuits the school gives us."

"..."

As everyone's attention was drawn to the swimming class that afternoon, an unfamiliar figure appeared at the entrance to Class B.

It didn't take long for someone to notice her.

"She looks like she's from Class D."

"I remember someone calling her Haruka Hasebe when I passed by Class D earlier."

"What's someone from Class D doing in our classroom?"

"Hello. Is there something you need?"

Ichinose had noticed the person at the entrance, so she went over to speak to her.

"Sorry to interrupt. I'm actually here to see Gyakukai."

Hasebe wasn't good at talking to strangers. She sounded somewhat cold and nervous, and even forgot to introduce herself.

"Hm? What do you need me for?"

Yuki Gyakukai had been sitting at his desk, chatting with Tomie and her little entourage. When he heard his name, he looked over.

Then he led Tomie and the others to the entrance.

Haruka Hasebe, standing there, finally got to see him in person. He looked a little different from the picture she'd seen on the ranking list.

The picture shared on the ranking list had been so blurry that it couldn't compare to seeing him in person.

"So this is the number one on the Handsome Ranking?"

"What's the Handsome Ranking? Tomie, do you know?" Tomie looked just as confused.

That was when the little entourage's usefulness became clear.

As Tomie's number-one lackey, Amikura Asako immediately took out her phone and showed them the so-called ranking list.

"The list was made recently by some first-year student. It includes the Handsome Ranking, the Beauty Ranking, and some other weird rankings. Our classmate Gyakukai is widely considered the best-looking boy in the first year."

"Well, I'm deeply honored." Yuki Gyakukai took the phone and slowly scrolled through it. "But why isn't Tomie on the Beauty Ranking? Is whoever made this list blind?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because Tomie doesn't come to class much."

Seeing the conversation drift further and further off course, the somewhat awkward Ichinose quickly cleared her throat twice, bringing everyone's attention back.

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

With so many eyes on her, Hasebe felt uncomfortable. None of the looks were unpleasant, but her eyes still darted around.

"Well, I heard some students from Class C say you're really capable and have a strong sense of justice, so I wanted to ask you for help. I... I can pay you private points."

By the end, Hasebe sounded uncertain and looked tense.

"You're in Class D. Why not ask your friends in Class D to help you?"

Everyone around them turned astonished looks on Shibata Hayate, whose social skills were painfully poor.

"If... you can't help, then never mind. Sorry... for bothering you."

"Wait." Gyakukai caught hold of her. "I never said I wouldn't help. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Tell me what's going on first."

Hasebe, who had been timidly preparing to give up, immediately relaxed at those words.

"Well, I've always been troubled by how well-developed my body is. Ever since I joined Class D, the boys in my class have been looking at me in a really disgusting way. Their vulgar comments make me very uncomfortable..."

She paused, then began listing the boys' misdeeds. "And because of swimming class, the boys in our class even made a ranking of the girls' breasts today..."

Hearing Hasebe's account had already opened the eyes of the many Class B students listening closely.

But when she mentioned the so-called breast ranking, the whole class erupted.

"That's way out of line! They shouldn't do that to their own classmates."

"That's disgusting. I feel bad for the girls assigned to Class D."

"That's horrifying. Thank goodness I was assigned to Class B."

"..."

Yamauchi, you really are a piece of work.

After a casual thought to himself, Gyakukai immediately turned to Hasebe. "I'll help you. The price is 150 points."

"That cheap?" Hasebe's hand holding her phone involuntarily paused when she heard the amount.

"I can't stand those guys, so I'm only charging you the price of a bottle of water."

"Then, thank you."

"Okay. A few of you, get your phones out and start recording. We're going to take a look at Class D."

Class D was buzzing with a little too much excitement.

A group of boys led by Yamauchi had gathered together, grinning lecherously as they imagined the girls' bare skin in their swimsuits.

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

Yamauchi turned to a chubby boy in class, sounding excited. "Doctor, you'll make sure to record the girls in their swimsuits, right?"

The boy they called Doctor was named Hideo Tonokura. He was a computer whiz.

He now opened the computer he'd brought to class with a mysterious smile. "Don't worry. Everything's ready."

Suzune Horikita had just come in through the back door. She shot them a disdainful glance.

Then she sat down at her desk and, with the same disgust she felt toward those boys, glanced at Kiyotaka Ayanokoji.

"Pathetic. It's just an ordinary swimming class, yet the boys are going to ogle the girls."

"It has nothing to do with me. Don't blame me for it."

Ike, who had been sitting not far away, suddenly came over and slung an arm around Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's neck.

"We're betting on the girls' breast sizes. Want to join? Bets start at 5,000 points."

"Uh... no."

Honestly, he didn't care about Horikita's murderous glare. He just wanted to enjoy an ordinary student life. He wasn't about to be like Yamauchi and the others.

"Ah... what a shame."

On Hideo Tonokura's computer, the names of every girl in the class had already been listed in a spreadsheet.

Haruka Hasebe's name was at the top, with the highest odds. One thing worth mentioning was that the list was called the Ranking List.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji watched silently.

How pathetic. It's been three days, and there's another unfamiliar name belonging to a classmate. I'm so useless.

"By the way, this spreadsheet of yours is really... detailed."

He didn't know how else to describe it.

"Because we're men. Our heads are always full of breasts and butts."

Hey, even if you have to say something like that, don't be so blunt about it! Your voice is too loud. This is so awkward. So many girls are looking over here.