The Supremacy Classroom Backed by Black Technology Chapter 19

With that, Chabashira Sae took out her phone and began to read aloud: "Tardiness and absences total ninety-eight times. Private conversations or phone use in class total three hundred and ninety-one times. You managed this many infractions in just one month. In this school, a class's performance is reflected in its points."

"As a result, you've completely forfeited the one hundred thousand points you were supposed to receive. I should have made it clear on the day of the entrance ceremony: this school evaluates students based on ability. And this time, you've earned a rating of [Zero]. That's all."

To be honest, Chabashira Sae was seeing this data for the first time too. She'd been stunned that morning when she learned Class D's class points were zero, but she never expected these brats to have been this reckless.

"You should be grateful this school doesn't have negative scores. Otherwise, given what you've done, heh..."

The teacher left the rest unsaid, but everyone knew—if negative scores existed, they probably wouldn't survive in this school.

"But we never heard that points could be reduced! If someone had explained it, nobody would have been late or whispered in class, right? Right?"

What kind of idiot was that? Shuichi Kanda felt his tolerance hit a new low.

"Do you really need a teacher to tell you not to be late for school or not to whisper in class? What are you, a kindergartener? Didn't you learn these things in elementary and middle school?"

He couldn't hold back anymore. Shuichi Kanda couldn't hold back.

"Huh? So you're saying you've never done it once? Been late, left early, or whispered in class?"

When Ike Kanji couldn't find a counterargument, he started nitpicking from that angle.

Everyone's done it, so you've got no right to call me out, right?

That was what he thought, but Shuichi Kanda wasn't about to give him an opening.

"Then how about a bet? If there was even a single time this past month that my actions caused the class's evaluation to drop, I'll lose you 50,000 private points."

"But if there wasn't, then you'll kneel and apologize to me in front of the whole class. We'll set the wager right here in front of Chabashira-sensei, who represents the school, with no take-backs. Do you have the guts, Ike Kanji-kun?"

Shuichi Kanda wasn't about to coddle an idiot like that. He challenged him directly.

"Of course, if you lose, you could pay me 50,000 private points instead. But you probably don't have that many private points, do you? Hahahaha."

To some in the class, Shuichi Kanda looked as detestable as a villain at that moment. But conversely, a fair number sided with him, believing his approach was correct.

"I-I-I, how do I know if you even have 50,000 private points? What if you can't pay up?"

Watching Ike Kanji flail in desperation, Shuichi Kanda smirked dismissively. He certainly wasn't going to pull up his balance for the guy to see.

"If I can't produce 50,000 private points, then I'll do a dogeza and kowtow to apologize. How about that? I'm not even asking you to kowtow. This bet looks like I'm the one at a disadvantage, don't you think, Ike Kanji-kun?"

The tense atmosphere was ready to explode. Everyone in the class watched Ike Kanji, waiting for his decision.

Chapter 33: Favoritism from Chabashira-sensei? Retaliation?

Faced with Shuichi Kanda's arrogant provocation, Ike Kanji was furious, but he also understood that the other party wouldn't have made such an offer without some confidence.

Still, he clung to a sliver of hope. Even the most precise machinery breaks down eventually. Could Shuichi Kanda really go a whole month without a single mistake?

The two thoughts wrestled in his mind, then reached a balance.

"Kanji, maybe you should just drop it?"

Yamauchi Haruki's quiet dissuasion came from the side. But that attempt at mediation only made things worse—Ike Kanji exploded.

What do you mean by that, Yamauchi Haruki? Are you choosing to believe that bastard Shuichi Kanda over me?

"I accept! If you had any violations last month, you pay me 50,000 private points. If you can't, you kneel and kowtow."

"Of course. If I had no violations last month, then you kneel to me and apologize." Shuichi Kanda's face broke into a smile. "Chabashira-sensei, please witness this bet."

Chabashira, who was already in a bad mood, was happy to act as arbiter when something like this came up.

"The bet is established. If anyone refuses to fulfill the terms, they will be expelled from this school."

Expelled...

That immediately made the atmosphere in the room tense.

"Chabashira-sensei, how many points does it cost to find out if I violated any school conduct rules last month?"

In this school, you could buy anything—this was no exception.

"Just for you, 5,000 points. But as a bonus, I'll also tell you how many class points Ike's actions cost."

"Cheap. I'll take it."

It really was cheap—barely a fraction of the balance Shuichi Kanda had on hand.

He casually pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and transferred 5,000 private points to Chabashira Sae.

As the transfer notification came through, Chabashira Sae opened her phone and pulled up the information.

[Received 5,000 private points from Shuichi Kanda.]

Then she turned the screen around, showing the class the notification of receiving 5,000 private points from Shuichi Kanda.

"Since the points have been received, I'll give you the answer." Chabashira Sae pulled up the records and smiled. "The class points deducted from Shuichi Kanda by the school over the past month are..."

The whole class held their breath. Ike in particular already had a look of delight on his face.

"Zero!"

Zero. As in, zero times.

Hearing the exact answer, Shuichi Kanda wore a fearless smile, raised his fist above his head, and struck a victor's pose.

That move only made Ike's face look even uglier. And the group of underperformers led by Ike were too angry to speak but too scared to say a word.

"The results are out, Ike. Time to honor your bet."

With that, Shuichi Kanda stood up from his seat and moved to the back of the classroom, clearing space for Ike Kanji to kneel and apologize.

Conveniently, Ike's seat was in the very last row, making it easy for him to step out.

But at this moment, Ike was trembling all over, refusing to rise from his seat for a long time.

Seeing this, Hirata felt a pang of reluctance. He wanted to stand up and plead for Ike, thinking that Shuichi Kanda really didn't need to go this far.

Even if it meant putting himself at odds with the class, there was no need to take it to this extreme.

If Shuichi Kanda heard that, he'd probably burst out laughing.

Putting myself at odds with the class? I just plain don't like this guy and want to teach him a lesson.

Besides, while this move might make Ike and his crew dislike me, the ones who've been following the rules and enjoying their school life will definitely side with me.

"If you're going to fulfill the bet, do it now. I have something important to announce to you all later. If you'd rather not, then after I'm done, come with me to file your withdrawal papers."

Before Hirata could stand up, Chabashira-sensei issued an ultimatum.

Shooting a glance at Chabashira-sensei, Shuichi Kanda felt a bit speechless.

This woman is terrifying. Ike just cracked a cheap dirty joke at you, and you're holding a grudge this badly?

Women are scary. Is she hitting early menopause? Terrifying!

Of course, Shuichi Kanda wasn't sure if Chabashira Sae actually had the authority to expel someone over this, but since she was making that stance, it was clear she didn't want Ike off easy. That's why she spoke up now to pressure him.

Otherwise, teachers usually don't meddle in student conflicts. In this situation, Chabashira was clearly siding with Shuichi Kanda.

Because Shuichi Kanda absolutely didn't believe Chabashira was unaware of which students in Class D were breaking the rules and which weren't.

The moment she agreed to witness this bet, Shuichi Kanda knew it was in the bag.

What can I say? I'm just that good. Since ancient times, teachers liking excellent students—what's wrong with that? So what if I pulled a little authority card?

Meanwhile, the class students, hearing that there was something important to announce later, even those who had been on Ike's side started urging him to just kneel already.

Otherwise, if Chabashira-sensei left out some crucial info, things would get even worse.

So, under everyone's pressure, Ike finally struggled to his feet, walked to a spot two meters in front of Shuichi Kanda.

Thud!

Without further hesitation, Ike dropped straight to his knees, even pressing his hands together on the floor and bowing his head to Shuichi Kanda.

"I've caused you trouble. I'm truly sorry!"

The moment Ike knelt, kowtowed, and shouted his apology, the classroom fell silent.

And Shuichi Kanda's face, which had been fixed in a sneer of contempt, returned to calm.

"You've got guts."

Tossing out those two words, Shuichi Kanda walked straight back to his seat, as if nothing had happened.

"Ike, get back to your seat."

Ike stood up, brushed the nonexistent dust off his knees, and returned to his seat.

And the classmates, contrary to what he'd expected, weren't sneering at him. If anything, some even looked impressed—including the girls who'd always been at odds with him.

Accepting defeat and kneeling so decisively—maybe that took some guts? Ike Kanji felt a flicker of secret pride.

And Shuichi Kanda, seeing how straightforward he'd been, gave him that "you've got guts" and didn't bother asking Chabashira-sensei how many points Ike had lost.

If Ike had stood up still looking defiant, Shuichi Kanda would have asked Chabashira-sensei exactly how many points Ike had cost Class D last month.

Chapter 34: Arrogant and Unaware

With the little interruption over, the class settled back down—more or less.

Now it was time for Hirata Yosuke to step in. And true to expectations, as soon as Ike sat down, Hirata immediately questioned Chabashira.

"Chabashira-sensei, about that important matter you mentioned earlier."

"Patience, Hirata. We're getting to it now."

With that, Chabashira-sensei pulled thick white paper from the poster tube she was holding, spread it out, and pinned it to the blackboard with magnets.

But looking at it, most students had no idea what it was. Blank faces all around.

However, Hirata, who'd gotten a hint from Shuichi Kanda, understood almost instantly.

It was something they'd discussed before but never reached a conclusion on—class evaluations.

"Is this... our evaluation?"

Staring at Class D's glaring zero, Hirata's voice was bitter.

"That's right. This is the score representing your evaluation among students." Chabashira Sae nodded firmly. "Class A: 940 points. Class B: 750 points. Class C: 490 points. Class D: 0 points."

Class D, zero points. Those words seemed to strike everyone's hearts.

"Well, that's a neat lineup."

Looking at the scores, Shuichi Kanda couldn't help but quip.

"Why—why do the other classes still have points?"

Even at this point, there were still clueless idiots jumping out to question it.

Shuichi Kanda didn't hold back against that kind of fool. Mocking idiots was way too fun—I just love that look you get when you can't stand me but can't do a thing about it. Absolutely hilarious.

"Idiot, still don't get it? Didn't Chabashira-sensei just make it crystal clear? About how Class D's points got knocked down to zero."

Watching the slight shifts in their expressions, Shuichi Kanda's face brimmed with delight.

"Right. Whether it's tardiness, leaving early, or chatting and looking at phones during class, all of it deducts class points. Conversely, the other classes made fewer mistakes in that regard, so naturally they'd keep some class points. Understand now?"

"That's right. Kanda's correct. In terms of evaluation, the school hasn't been unfair at all. Over this past month, all classes were graded under the same rules. Yet there's this much difference in points. That's reality."

"But why... do the class points differ this much?"

Hirata also noticed the hidden puzzle in the posted paper—the gap in points was too neatly aligned.

"Are you starting to understand why you were placed in Class D?"

"The reason we were put in Class D? Isn't it just random?"

"Yeah, isn't that how class assignments usually work in school?"

Not just Hirata, but the other students all wore puzzled expressions. The difference was, Hirata was faking it, while the rest genuinely had no clue.

"This school divides classes based on the students' order of excellence: the best students go to Class A, and the useless ones go to Class D.

Simply put, compared to the other classes, Class D's students are a bunch of defective goods. Congratulations—you've earned the evaluation that garbage deserves."

This extreme class assignment rule was something most Class D students couldn't accept, so for a moment, nearly everyone fell into silence.