The Classroom of Power Supremacy Backed by Black Technology Chapter 34

"You think the past exam papers will come in handy, Shuichi?"

"Yeah, of course. Actually, I asked Hashibashi-senpai for the test papers from their first exam after enrollment, and compared them—they were identical to the quiz we took before."

"Are you serious?"

Miyake got so excited he nearly stood up. The guy had decent overall grades, but his subject imbalance was severe—some subjects were a real headache for him, so this time his dissatisfaction was especially strong.

But the result of his action was that he flipped the table over, and the egg noodles on it went flying, splattering all over Shuichi Kanda—from his hair to his pants, and even half the uneaten fried egg landed on Shuichi's head.

Akito! What the hell!

Sure enough, I knew hearing that thumping sound meant no good, but I didn't expect even when Akito was the one knocking, it'd still be trouble!

The silence was deafening. Luckily, Shuichi hadn't made soup noodles but dry noodles, or that would've scalded him screaming.

He definitely couldn't have dodged that one.

Seeing Shuichi's miserable state, Miyake was stunned for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it and rushed over to help clean him up.

"Sorry, sorry, I got a little too excited. You okay, Shuichi?"

"Clean it up properly, or you'll never eat my cooking again!" Shuichi Kanda said irritably.

If anyone else had done this to him, whether on purpose or by accident, Shuichi would never let them off—he'd make sure they learned how terrifying the adult world could be.

But since it was Miyake, the helper he'd chosen himself, what else could he do? He had to forgive him.

The meal was ruined. He still had ingredients, but Shuichi had lost the will to cook. He'd take a shower and eat out.

The school uniform came in two sets, and since tomorrow was Saturday, it wouldn't affect classes.

Pulling out a change of clothes from the wardrobe, Shuichi headed into the bathroom.

When he came out again, Miyake had already cleaned the room—not only washed the dishes, but also wiped up the broth that had spilled on the floor.

Tossing his dirty clothes into the automatic washer, he added detergent and started it.

"Let's eat out. Your treat!"

"No problem, no problem."

Miyake had no objections to that. In fact, he was still a bit awkward and even a little scared—really glad the noodles hadn't been that hot.

After thoroughly making Miyake pay for the meal, Shuichi's frustration faded away.

"Want a drink? My treat."

When they got near the dorm, Shuichi spotted a vending machine nearby and suggested it.

"Then I'll make you pay me back."

"Suit yourself."

So Miyake grabbed a relatively cheap bottle of oolong tea.

Chapter 58: Why Shuichi Kanda Is in Class D

By the time they came back from Keyaki Mall, the sky was completely dark, and it was past eight o'clock.

Normally, he'd go find Hirata and hand over the past exam papers, but instead, the two of them were now hiding in some shadowy spot behind the dorm building.

"Akito, what do you think Kiyotaka is sneaking around for?"

"I don't know what Kiyotaka is sneaking around for, but I think we're being pretty sneaky ourselves," Miyake said, looking exasperated.

Just now, after eating, they were about to buy a drink from the vending machine on the first floor when they saw Kiyotaka step out from the vending machine's shadow and head toward the back of the dorm.

Out of curiosity, and with the slight security of having Miyake beside him, Shuichi decided to follow.

In their line of sight now, Kiyotaka was hiding around a corner of the wall, watching something. Unfortunately, neither Shuichi nor Miyake could get close.

Just as they were getting bored and thinking of heading back, Kiyotaka suddenly shot out like a rabbit.

So fast!

They exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Follow him!

With a simple exchange of looks, they slipped into the spot Kiyotaka had just been in and saw what was happening.

Horikita Suzune was slumped against the wall, collapsed on the ground. Shuichi had never seen her look so fragile.

And in front of her was Horikita Manabu, one arm caught.

As for who was holding that arm—needless to say, it was Kiyotaka Ayanokoji.

"Enough. Let go of his arm."

"That's what I should be saying."

And so, Kiyotaka and Horikita Manabu stared at each other, the situation deadlocked. What finally broke the stalemate was Horikita Suzune, still sitting on the ground.

"Ayanokoji-kun, stop..."

With that, Kiyotaka frowned slightly, then let go.

But the moment he let go, Horikita Manabu threw a punch at Ayanokouji's face—only for Ayanokouji to dodge it by a hair's breadth.

Then, with his left hand, he swept aside Horikita Manabu's grasping right hand, a move that carried the subtle art of deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces of force.

Impressive!

Shuichi Kanda and Akito Miyake, watching the two fight from the sidelines, were both filled with astonishment.

Leaving aside the Student Council President, even Ayanokouji was skilled in combat?

As a former delinquent in middle school, the hot-blooded Akito Miyake had gotten into plenty of fights, so he could naturally tell just how formidable these two were.

From those two exchanges alone, he knew he was no match for them.

If he stepped in, he might hold out for a short while without losing, but the outcome was already decided—assuming neither of them was holding back.

But Miyake didn't need to worry about that. When Ayanokouji first appeared, Horikita Manabu had mistaken him for some punk hanging around his beloved little sister, so his furious strikes had absolutely no mercy in them.

As for Ayanokouji, that was another story. His body was nearly in a perfect state of biomechanics and physics—something that couldn't be achieved through training alone; talent played a huge role. So it was unclear if he was hiding his true strength.

"Not bad moves. To think you could dodge my attacks consecutively—impressive."

Horikita Manabu lowered his fighting stance. Those two exchanges had already burned off all his anger.

"And not only that, you could even predict my next move. Have you trained in something?"

"I've studied piano and calligraphy. I even won first place in a national piano competition when I was in elementary school."

I don't believe it, unless you show proof, Shuichi Kanda silently grumbled in his mind.

But this moment of ease didn't last long before it was interrupted.

"You over there, not planning to come out?"

Found out? That's to be expected, I guess. Neither Miyake nor I were really hiding.

Then, Akito Miyake stepped out.

"You are... I believe your name is Akito Miyake?"

Apparently, Ayanokouji recognized him—their seats were close, and he often moved around with Shuichi Kanda.

Horikita Manabu frowned. Being seen throwing punches by an ordinary student wasn't a good look for a Student Council President.

"That's right. On my way back, I saw you sneaking around doing something suspicious, so I followed you."

Miyake explained calmly, his expression steady. So what if he got caught peeping? No need to panic—he had nothing to hide.

"I see. Then please come out too, Kanda."

"Huh? Why are you bringing up Shuichi?" Miyake was clearly taken aback, a look of confusion on his face.

"If it were just you, even if you saw me, you probably wouldn't have followed. So you must have come here with Kanda, right?"

Perfectly logical. A miscalculation. It was too late to run now, so Shuichi Kanda stepped out from the shadows where he had been hiding.

"Brilliant deduction, Ayanokouji." Shuichi Kanda said with a helpless look. "Good evening, President Horikita."

Horikita Manabu adjusted his glasses, feeling a bit sour. After running into Shuichi Kanda earlier today, he had found the name oddly familiar.

So, for his sister's sake, he had gathered information on him. The conclusion was that this guy was troublesome—the type who would be soft if you were soft, but harder than you if you were hard.

Most importantly, in Class D, the one who ended up taking the fall was actually himself?

Putting a guy like that in Class D—Horikita Manabu didn't even know if he should regret it.

"So it's you. The transfer student at this school. Come to think of it, your placement in Class D was my decision."

One sentence from Horikita Manabu left Shuichi Kanda completely stunned. What? You're saying you're the one who put me in Class D?

"You didn't know?" Horikita Manabu looked at Shuichi Kanda. "Ten days before the start of your year, a student's admission qualification was replaced. The one who replaced them was you, Shuichi Kanda."

"I already knew about that."

Back then, Shuichi Kanda had just woken up, and the Kanda Family had arranged everything directly.

Later, after entering this school, Shuichi Kanda also learned that the written exams and interviews for this school had ended much earlier.

So the admission list had already been finalized. For the Kanda Family to squeeze someone in, they had to make someone give up their spot—a problem they had easily solved.

But once he was in, which class he ended up in was something the Kanda Family wouldn't bother with, so it fell to the school.

The school, in turn, handed that authority to the Student Council—meaning Horikita Manabu made the call.

Faced with a student about whom he knew nothing except looks, height, weight, and age, Horikita Manabu simply dumped him into Class D. He never expected this guy to be such a handful.

Chapter 59: Serves You Right for Screwing Me Over

After hearing Horikita Manabu's words, Shuichi Kanda just let out an "Oh" and nothing more.

To be honest, he really liked Class D. Class A had Sakayanagi, that aggressively white-haired loli, and Katsuragi, who was maxed out on defense—the two were polar opposites. Going there would definitely drag him into their conflict.

Class B's atmosphere was great, but honestly, Shuichi Kanda thought it was too twisted. Everyone felt the same, like they'd been brainwashed. Terrifying.

As for Class C, that Ryuen clearly wasn't someone to mess with. Sure, they had the beautiful and gentle Hiyori Shiina, but Class D had Horikita Suzune, Kushida Kikyo, Wang Meiyu, Kei Karuizawa, Matsushita Chiaki, Hasebe Haruka, and Sakura Airi.

And everyone here was talented, spoke well, and every day felt like watching a show. Shuichi Kanda loved it here. It felt like he was about to take off—so high, man.

"Don't you feel regret? If you had been properly evaluated, you'd be in Class A right now."

"So what? The current Class A might be Class B next month."

Shuichi Kanda spread his hands with a nonchalant look, and honestly, he truly didn't care.

It was then that Horikita Manabu recalled the current situation of the first-year classes. Class A's current Class Points stood at 740, already 10 points lower than Class B's. If nothing unexpected happened, they would drop to Class B next month.

And the instigator of all this was standing right before him.

"Shuichi Kanda, an interesting man. How about joining the student council?"

Wait, what?

What kind of development is this?

Are you trying to set me up?

No way!

"As you can see, my body is quite frail. I'm afraid I wouldn't be up to the demanding work of the student council."

Though the excuse was well-crafted, his words, tone, and even his expression were practically screaming, "I want to slack off."

"Suit yourself. My offer stands as long as I'm in office."

Then, Horikita Manabu turned his gaze to Horikita Suzune beside him.

"Suzune, I never expected you to have friends. Honestly, I'm quite surprised."

"They... are not my friends. Just classmates."

Horikita looked up at him as if to deny his brother's words.

"That's right, just classmates. President Horikita, please don't misunderstand."

"Kanda's right. Just classmates."