D-Class Scumbags, Get Ready for Rule by Force.

"It's not really appropriate to discuss this kind of thing in class, is it."

Yamauchi patted Kiyotaka Ayanokoji on the shoulder and said with a carefree smile:

"What's the big deal? It's just for fun. The only problem is there aren't enough people joining in right now, so it's a bit boring."

Ike, one of the three in the Black Room group, squeezed over: "Let me be clear, I'm in."

"I'm joining too."

"Me too, me too."

"Don't underestimate my chest monitor—I'm not losing."

The boys of Class D kept stirring each other up, completely oblivious to the fact that the girls around them had gradually drifted away.

They'd been huddled in a corner discussing blatant topics moments ago, and now the girls were looking at them with contempt, as if they were staring at filth.

"By the way, I'm betting on Sakura."

"Sakura seems pretty average, Yamauchi. Why her?"

Sakura was a plain girl in the class, dressed simply and wearing an ordinary pair of glasses.

She was always timid, hunched over in the back row of the classroom, barely leaving an impression.

"Actually, Sakura confessed to me." Seeing Yamauchi's smug expression, Ayanokoji almost believed him for a second.

But considering Sakura, who was nearby, shrinking into herself, the credibility of that statement was zero.

"Really?! Yamauchi, you're that charming?"

"It's true, but keep it quiet. Honestly, a plain girl like her—I turned her down right away.

Still, I've seen her in casual clothes, and she's got quite a bit going on."

"Man, that's rough. Even if she's average-looking, that big advantage is totally acceptable."

Ike, who was determined to get his first girlfriend, stared at Yamauchi with envy.

"Well, I'm not interested in girls with plain looks. If they want to date me, they'd at least have to be on the level of Kikyou-chan or Hasebe."

Just as the Class D boys were still chatting away, Hasebe walked in through the back door with a dark expression, followed by a group of grim-faced Class B members and... Class C members who looked ready to watch the show?

In fact, Yuki Gyakukai and the others had been standing at the back door for a while, initially curious to see just how shameless the Class D boys could get. But in no time at all, the conversation had already sunk to such a low.

Those brainless idiots were practically humanoid goblins filled with nothing but white paste.

Fortunately, the Class B members, who had pulled out their phones to record video and audio in advance, had captured everything.

"Who are you people?! Why are you taking my computer?!"

Hideo Tonouchi, who had been happily discussing things with the group, immediately grew furious when he saw a stranger grab his laptop.

"Hey, who the hell are you?!" Ken Sudou snapped to attention, his eyes wide as he reached out to snatch Tonouchi's computer back.

Too slow, though.

With a cold face, Yusoku Gyakukai took a step to the side, his left hand darting out to grab Sudou by the neck and pin him against the wall.

Caught off guard, Sudou felt his life threatened, and his arms immediately bulged with veins as he desperately clawed at the hand around his throat, trying to pry it off.

But no matter how hard he struggled, there was no room to break free. And as he fought, the grip on his neck only tightened.

A suffocating pressure crushed his nerves. His breathing grew faster and faster, yet the oxygen he inhaled grew less and less.

To everyone watching, it seemed like only a moment had passed, but seeing Sudou's flushed face, his weakening arms, the whites of his eyes showing, and the veins bulging on his forehead...

If no one stopped this, someone might actually die!

"Gyakukai, let go!"

"Yuki, how about you let go? That red-haired gorilla looks like he's about to kick it."

--If he dies, dealing with it would be a hassle.

The first sentence came from a Class B student who had followed along, and the second, with such a familiar address, was definitely from Miss Tomie.

But Miss Tomie's tone seemed a bit nonchalant, as if she didn't care much about this fleeting life.

Bang!

A stool seemed to be thrown over, but just as it was about to reach Yuki Gyakukai, he lightly stepped back, his gaze still cold and indifferent. A swift leg whip, fast as a blur, easily shattered the flying stool into pieces.

The scattered, broken fragments fell to the floor, causing no harm to anyone.

Rokusuke Kouenji, sitting by the window on the side of the classroom, had been indifferent to the chaos around him, combing his hair, But the moment he set down the mirror, he finally took an interest.

First he glanced at Yousuke Hirata beside him: "How ungraceful. Sneak attacks are not a good habit."

Then he slowly rose, turning his gaze toward the back row: "Long time no see, Yuki Gyakukai, and Tomie Hanyu of the Hanyu Zaibatsu."

Though Rokusuke Kouenji was greeting them, his presence clearly wasn't enough to draw attention yet.

No one paid him any mind. Instead, Yousuke Hirata, the one who had thrown the stool, glared darkly at Yuki Gyakukai, who had already set down Ken Sudou.

He hurried to the back of the classroom and helped Ken Sudou, whose face was still flushed red and who remained lost in the aftermath of his near-death experience, to his feet.

"Sudou, are you okay!"

Ken Sudou didn't answer. His mind was still in a daze.

"Yo~, you D-Class trash ready to accept the compensation?"

Yuki Gyakukai looked down from on high, his expression quite indifferent, as if what had just happened was a trivial matter to him.

"Yuki Gyakukai, right? Why did you do that!"

After guiding Ken Sudou aside, Yousuke Hirata's face turned exceptionally cold as he once again stepped up to confront Yuki Gyakukai.

"I didn't like the look of him. Do I need to explain myself again?

Most of you D-Class boys really are lacking in character. When they were insulting the girls earlier, why didn't you step up? Worthless."

The pointed-at Yamauchi and the others averted their eyes, not daring to lift their heads, while Yousuke Hirata felt a pang of shame.

The D-Class members, who had been confused by the sudden conflict, finally understood.

The fear that had been on their faces vanished, replaced by a look of mixed feelings.

Though ashamed inside, Hirata kept his face dark: "Even so, that was a matter within our class. What does it have to do with you from another class?

There are plenty of cameras in this classroom. Aren't you afraid your actions just now were caught on tape?"

That's right, the cameras?

Reminded by Hirata, everyone present snapped to attention. Ichinose and the others from Class B also nervously looked toward the corners of the room.

"Black balloons?"

Surprisingly, in the four corners of the classroom, the spots where the cameras were originally placed were now perfectly blocked by a cluster of pitch-black balloons.