Classmate Yūki, Was He a Scumbag Before?

After resolving the commotion in Class D, Class B officially got back on track.

Every day was studying, then eating, going shopping, returning to the dorm, and occasionally having class gatherings at karaoke.

Of course, it seemed very ordinary, but in reality, there was a bit of a difference.

Take Yuki Gyakukai, for example. His mailbox every day, along with his desk and the box for his indoor shoes, were all stuffed full of pink, white, and all sorts of colored love letters.

Even though everyone knew that Tomie Hanyu, the top beauty on the first-year rankings, was his fiancée, they had toned it down a bit, but the content of the letters had become even more explicit.

Things like, "With only Tomie Hanyu as a rival, my chances are plenty."

"Although I deeply respect Her Majesty the Queen, I want to give it a try too. This shouldn't count as stealing home, right?"

Alright, alright. Even though it's anonymous, I can tell at a glance it's you—Amakura Asako.

"C...can you accept me? I'm not very brave, and I'm not as pretty as Hanyu-san, but I'm not bad either."

"..."

Sure enough, reading love letters others write to you is way too entertaining—not a single one repeats.

Yuki Gyakukai held the envelopes in his hand and let out a heartfelt sigh.

Sorry, I'm grateful for your affection, but unfortunately, I already have Tomie by my side.

"Yuki-kun? What are you smiling about?"

In Yuki Gyakukai's room, Tomie raised a smiling face, holding a spatula in one hand and a knife in the other, looking somewhat dangerous.

Danger!

Sitting off to the side, Amikura Asako, Kohashi Yume, and the others who had come to freeload guiltily lowered their heads and sipped the freshly made Miso Soup.

"Nothing, just looking at some love letters."

Seeing her fiancé's dead-serious expression, Tomie furrowed her brow slightly, her beautiful features still maintaining a smile:

"Are love letters that interesting? Then later I'll take out the ones from my mailbox and have a look too."

"No way!" His chauvinism flaring up, Yuki Gyakukai refused Tomie's proposal with righteous indignation.

He stood up, walked past the others, came to the kitchen doorway, snatched the knife and spatula from her hands, and put on an apron himself to start cooking, all while talking nonstop:

"I know best what guys are thinking at times like this—their heads are full of filth. Give me the key to your mailbox later, and I'll take care of them for you."

"Haha~" Tomie's smile was radiant, like a ray of sunlight rising in winter: "Then, I'll leave it to my dear fiancé."

With the small talk over, Tomie took off her apron, sat down on Yuki Gyakukai's bed, and began sipping the Miso Soup in small mouthfuls, while her fingertips lightly picked up a love letter, opened it, and slowly read it.

But from her furrowed brow, it seemed Yuki Gyakukai was in for punishment later.

Heart pounding, Amikura Asako let out a small sigh of relief as she saw her own love letter get passed over.

"Tomie-boss, why don't you rein in Gyakukai and stop him from accepting those weird love letters?"

The moment she said it, she regretted it, cursing her own quick mouth.

Tomie said flatly: "Would it help to control him? Men are creatures you can't control—you have to use tactics. And I have experience."

"Experience? Has Gyakukai-kun been this popular since way back?"

Hearing Ichinose's question, Tomie fell into memory: "Seems like since kindergarten, he's been pretty popular."

"Kindergarten?!" The six or seven girls left in the room were all taken aback: "You've known each other that long? Doesn't that mean you two are childhood friends?"

"We are childhood friends, but I'm not the only one he has."

Saying this, Tomie shot a resentful glare at Gyakukai, who was busy in the kitchen.

"Tch, not just one?" The other girls present sensed there was juicy gossip here and grew curious.

"That's right. I still remember up through middle school, because he was so popular, and he was also the school's Discipline Committee Member, he dated over 130 girlfriends at once at school."

"Pfft, what a scumbag!"

"Then Hanyu-san must have had it so hard, watching your fiancé be with over 130 girlfriends."

Tomie said calmly: "The ones at school were fine, easy enough to deal with.

It was mainly the girls in the family who all clung to Yuki—dealing with them was much more troublesome."

Over tea and after-dinner talk, all these girls, though they kept calling Yuki Gyakukai a scumbag back and forth, had their minds starting to churn.

Tomie was especially lenient, and Gyakukai had plenty of experience with girlfriends before—didn't that mean he was especially easy to steal?

Tomie: Why are there homewreckers all around me?!

Time passed day by day.

During this time, Yuki Gyakukai was invited by multiple clubs, and of course he turned them all down one by one, but there was one club that refused to give up on him, as if he was absolutely indispensable.

That was the Swimming Club.

It's worth mentioning that Class B's PE teacher was also the advisor for the Swimming Club.

Back in the swimming class, the PE teacher was stunned by Yuki Gyakukai's incredible swimming form and speed, and immediately begged him to join the Swimming Club.

He said that with his talent and ability, after a period of training, breaking the high school league record would be a piece of cake, and he could even step onto the world stage.

Although the teacher said all that, Yuki Gyakukai still refused.

Aside from this small situation in Class B, the other three first-year classes had all directly or indirectly experienced some minor conflicts.

Of course, the instigator of this series of events was led by Class C.

During daily study or break times, they intentionally or unintentionally provoked conflicts with Class A and Class D, which caused the two classes to lose focus on their studies and escalate the tensions.

Although the students in each class tried to restrain themselves, minor disputes continued.

After just one week of this farce, Class A seemed to catch on to something. After signing a contract with Class C, they received no further harassment.

Thus, after reaping 500,000 personal points, Class C intensified their attacks on Class D, which was still a scattered mess.

Violent incidents were common, but because of that video, Class D's leverage was firmly held in Class C's hands.

This left Class D students angry but unable to speak out, and as these incidents worsened over time, some Class D students gradually stopped coming to class, skipping school for a whole week at a time.

This played right into Class C's hands.

Watching Class C's increasingly organized actions recently, Yuki Gyakukai opened Sho Ryuuen's chat room:

"I didn't expect you'd take over Class C so quickly, but how did you manage to keep them from coming after me?"

Sho Ryuuen: "Take over? I like that word. As for how I did it, you don't need to ask. You should be thanking me for that video of yours."

After casually glancing at the message, he turned off his phone screen.

It seemed Class C was putting that video to good use, though Class A still hadn't made any moves so far.

Soon, time moved forward quickly.

"Everyone, after today, tomorrow is May 1st—it's time to hand out points again! Are you happy?"

It was the same unserious Teacher Hoshinomiya, but this time she wasn't drinking, and there was no stench of alcohol on her—it was actually a refreshing change.

Class B's little suns responded enthusiastically to the teacher, chattering about how they'd spend the points tomorrow.

"How to spend points? Teacher will probably buy alcohol with hers. Alright, alright, let's not discuss that for now. Everyone, do this pop quiz paper first."

"Ehh--!"