The Power-Based Classroom Backed by Black Technology Chapter 33

Ayanokouji remained silent.

"Anyway, I'll handle this matter. See you tonight."

After parting ways with Ayanokouji, Shuichi Kanda headed toward the Archery Club. Miyake was still in cram school—his academic ability was average.

So when Miyake learned the exam scope had changed, his face turned green. After school, he immediately sent Club President Sato a text asking for leave.

And though Club President Sato found it a bit odd, he still agreed.

Your class already has the archaeology exam questions, and you're still studying that hard? He naturally had no idea that Shuichi Kanda didn't plan to release the archaeology questions right away.

After nearly twenty minutes, Shuichi Kanda arrived at the Archery Club again.

Since he was a semi-free support member, he didn't need to come to the Archery Club every day. On top of that, with his previous injury, it had been almost half a month since he last showed up.

Chapter 56: This Year's Second-Years Are a Bunch of Worthless Trash

When Shuichi Kanda reached the Archery Club, Senior Hashibune had just finished changing and came out.

"Yo, you're here, Kanda. Heard you got beaten up a couple days ago—that's pretty pathetic!"

So could someone please sew her mouth shut? I'll pay for it!

"Long time no see, Senior Hashibune."

As he greeted her, Hashibune was already smiling and walking up to Shuichi Kanda, then hooked her arm around his neck, bending him over.

"I'm saying, you're way too distant. When you went to see President Sato at noon, you didn't even come find me."

His shoulder seemed to feel Senior Hashibune's chest... a bit soft...

Pfft, what am I thinking? How could this woman have any chest!

"I'm still injured. Can you let me go, Senior Hashibune?"

"Tch, you don't look like an injured person at all." Even so, she still released Shuichi Kanda.

"In the end, it's because Senior Hashibune never acts serious. Otherwise, why would I go out of my way to the third-year classroom farther away?"

"Pfft..."

Two second-year Archery Club seniors nearby couldn't help but laugh at Shuichi Kanda's words.

"You're really not cute at all!"

A bit embarrassed and annoyed, Hashibune reached out with both hands and pinched Shuichi Kanda's cheeks, which had at least a little flesh on them. But she let go quickly.

"No meat at all. Are you even eating properly? And you two, what are you laughing at? Run five laps around the Archery Club before you start practice!"

"Alright, I still have things to do later. Senior Hashibune, can you give me the archaeology questions now?" Shuichi Kanda said helplessly. "By the way, you did bring them, right?"

"Don't underestimate me, kid!"

After roughly messing up Shuichi Kanda's hair until it looked like a bird's nest, Hashibune nodded in satisfaction at her handiwork.

"Wait here."

With that, she went back into the girls' changing room.

When she came out again, she was holding a stack of papers.

"Here you go. Don't forget to pay up."

"Alright, alright. A mere thirty thousand points isn't something I'd welch on."

Shuichi Kanda snatched the test papers Hashibune handed over and immediately pulled out his phone to transfer the points to her.

As a club member in the same group with a decent relationship, Shuichi Kanda naturally had Hashibune's contact info.

"Thirty thousand points. This month's going to be a bit easier to get by. There's so much stuff I want." Seeing the transfer notification on her phone, Hashibune was delighted.

"Aren't you in Class A? Why are you short on points?"

Shuichi Kanda had wanted to ask Club President Sato this same question at noon, but that guy had turned into a riddle-speaker and refused to tell him.

"Sigh, our grade is a bit different from yours."

"Different?" Shuichi Kanda was a little curious.

"Are you an idiot? If you're curious, just be curious—why say 'Shuichi Kanda is a little curious'? Don't tell me you think you're funny? Hahahaha..."

Watching Hashibune laugh nonstop, Shuichi Kanda covered his face in embarrassment. How had he blurted out something like that?

"Stop laughing."

"Sorry, sorry. Since you want to know, I don't mind telling you."

Then, Hashibune gave Shuichi Kanda a rough rundown of what she knew about the second-year situation.

If Horikita Manabu was the one standing at the top of the third-years, then the one at the top of the second-years was the leader of Class A, Nagumo Miyabi.

Nagumo Miyabi, leader of second-year Class A, vice president of the Student Council, and the ruler of the entire second-year class.

That's right—ruler.

He was originally a student of Class B, but in the first semester of his first year, he led Class B to defeat Class A and complete the promotion. After that, he used various means to crush the other three classes of the second year, incorporating them into his own domain of control.

Now, the second year is completely shrouded in Nagumo Miyabi's shadow. The special exams the school uses to pit classes against each other are entirely scripted for the second year—no competition needed, because Class A is guaranteed first place.

Additionally, on the first of every month when points are distributed, all second-year students must hand over 75% of their Private Points to Nagumo Miyabi. Anyone who refuses is forced to withdraw from school through various tactics.

So far, over a dozen second-year students have been expelled, including not only students from other classes but even some from Nagumo's own Class A.

That was all the information Hashibara revealed, but even with just that, Shuichi could imagine how pathetic this year's second-years were.

That's right, pathetic!

Being crushed like this by a single student—what else could they be called?

Shuichi Kanda could think of several ways to make that Nagumo guy drop out multiple times over.

But that was a different grade, unrelated to his own, so Shuichi didn't plan to pay it much attention.

After saying goodbye to Senior Hashibara, Shuichi Kanda took the past exam papers and headed back. He needed to print out the questions on them.

Although he couldn't tell Sudo these were past exam papers to avoid dampening his motivation, giving them to him on the very last day was too risky.

One day wasn't enough to guarantee Sudo could memorize everything, so he'd pretend these were questions Shuichi made up and let him try them out first.

After all, studying without testing yourself—how would you know how well you've learned?

But before that, he needed to confirm the content of the exam papers. If it matched the previous quiz, then the midterm content would likely be the same too.

Walking along, Shuichi opened the exam papers. After a quick check, he knew he hadn't guessed wrong—the previous quiz and these second-year exam papers were identical, not a single word changed.

Sure enough, this was the backdoor the school left. Otherwise, Chabashira wouldn't have subtly hinted for him to find this.

After confirming the papers, Shuichi packed them up and headed to the school's largest commercial plaza—Keyaki Mall.

He needed to scan the exam content, erase the answers, and then print it out. Though it sounded simple, it actually took a bit of effort.

It took him a full forty minutes to finish printing the exam papers. Looking at the result, a smile crept onto Shuichi Kanda's lips.

Maybe he could earn some extra income again. Even if not, making someone owe him another favor wouldn't be bad either.

So he went ahead and printed several extra copies.

On his way back, Shuichi stopped by the supermarket. With his concussion, he hadn't been able to cook before, but now he was much better. Finally, he could eat his own home-cooked meals again.

But he'd been eating a bit too much meat lately, so today he planned to go vegetarian.

Yeah, tomato and egg noodles. It had been a while since he'd had those.

Chapter 57: As Expected, a Knock on the Door Means Trouble—Even If It's Miyake

Back at the dorm, Shuichi didn't plan to eat right away. It was still too early, just past four o'clock.

What he needed to do was go through all the past exam papers he got from Senior Hashibara. Though the answers were included, doing them himself was the best way to make the knowledge stick.

The midterm exams still covered only five subjects: Japanese, Math, English, Science, and Social Studies.

The volume of questions wasn't large, and most importantly, the difficulty wasn't high—at least for Shuichi Kanda.

Except for Math and Science, which took a bit longer, the other three subjects—especially English—Shuichi finished in just over ten minutes.

At that moment, he finally understood something from his high school days. During English pop quizzes, before he'd even finished his multiple-choice questions, others would already hand in their papers, essays fully written.

So this was what it meant to be good at studying—you could do whatever you wanted.

As for Math and Science, the final questions were far beyond first-year high school level, so Shuichi had to dig deep into the memories buried in his soul, which took some time.

After finishing the questions, before he could check the answers, a knock came at the door—dong, dong, dong.

Hearing that sound, Shuichi jolted.

Every time that door was knocked on, it meant trouble. It had gotten to the point where Shuichi had a bit of a conditioned reflex.

But this time was fine. Through the peephole, he could see Miyake standing outside.

Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, Shuichi checked the time. It was already this late. He reached out and opened the door.

"Yo."

"Yo your head. Didn't you go to club activities today?"

No need to be polite with Miyake. Shuichi turned around and walked inside, ready to start cooking.

"I took leave from Club President Sato. That bastard teacher Chabashira gave us the wrong exam scope." Miyake kicked off his shoes, complaining with dissatisfaction.

"Really disgusting. If Ike hadn't accidentally argued with a Class C student in the library today, we probably wouldn't have found out."

Shuichi gathered the exam papers he'd finished, took off his jacket, and tossed it casually onto the bed.

Then he took out tomatoes, eggs, and green onions, preparing to cook.

"That's why I'm pissed. And it's not just me—a lot of students in the class are really unhappy." Miyake walked into the room and sat down directly at the desk where Shuichi had been studying.

"By the way, what are you making?"

"Yeah, stir-fry. Tomato and egg. I'm planning to make noodles."

Noodles?

Miyake tilted his head.

With time tight and his stamina running low, Shuichi Kanda had no intention of making handmade noodles.

Fortunately, Japan had something similar to dried noodles, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Hm, tomato and egg noodles."

"Then make me a portion too."

He glanced at him, said nothing, and silently pulled out one more tomato and two extra eggs.

Watching the busy Shuichi Kanda, Miyake had nothing to do, so he shifted his gaze to Shuichi Kanda's desk.

"Shuichi, what's that on your desk? Can I look at it?"

"Yeah, those are the midterm exam papers from when Hashihashi-senpai was a first-year. I got them from her." Shuichi Kanda answered Miyake while stirring the eggs.

"Hashihashi-senpai? You actually went to her?" After getting Shuichi Kanda's permission, Miyake picked up the papers Shuichi Kanda had already organized.

"You think I wanted to? I went to Club President Sato first, but that guy said it'd be better to ask Hashihashi-senpai. You can probably guess what happened next."

"Well..."

Miyake could already picture Shuichi Kanda getting completely exasperated by Hashihashi-senpai but unable to just walk away.

"Pfft, sorry, couldn't help it."

Damn you, Miyake—no poached egg for you!

Twenty minutes later, the tomato and egg noodles were done.

The two sat at the small dining table in the middle of Shuichi Kanda's room, eating and chatting about the archaeology exam questions.