Fuck!!

Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, Class 1-D.

Following the pop quiz, the entire class was plunged into a crisis of potential expulsion. While the zero-point scores from the first month were already enough to prove the incompetence of the Black Room Trio, the struggle to teach basic linear equations was giving Horikita Suzune an even worse headache.

After several study sessions ended in bitter failure, Horikita Suzune didn't even have the energy left to sigh.

"Try looking for past exam papers."

Ayanokoji Kiyoko leaned against Horikita Suzune's desk, staring at her with a blank expression.

"Huh? Why would you help me? You're clearly on Amasawa Reigetsu's side."

See? As soon as someone started a conversation, Horikita Suzune found the energy to sigh again, though she did admit the suggestion was feasible.

It was just the code exerting its influence.

Ayanokoji Kiyoko remained expressionless, remembering how Chabashira Sae had dragged her to the rooftop just days ago, threatening her with the homeroom teacher's authority to force her expulsion unless she helped Class D rise to Class A.

When she asked Amasawa Reigetsu what to do, he had dragged her into a game and told her that was the answer. She didn't understand it, but it felt satisfying. Thus, by summarizing the incident, she concluded: "If I help Class D rise to Class A, I can do the Little Problem Frenzy with my master."

To hesitate for even a second would be a sign of disrespect to herself.

The process was entirely wrong, but the result was perfectly correct.

So, what exactly was Amasawa Reigetsu's answer?

Amasawa Reigetsu: Just do it!

However, just as Horikita Suzune was sighing, Kushida Kikyo overheard their conversation nearby, which led to her "date" with Amasawa Reigetsu at the cafe.

Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, Cafe.

Upon hearing Kushida Kikyo's request, Amasawa Reigetsu did not agree immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping lightly against the tabletop. He didn't look at Kushida Kikyo, but instead curled his lips into a meaningful arc, wearing the look of a petty villain who had gotten his way:

"Kushida-san, when it comes to getting hold of past exam papers, with your connections, you should be much better suited for this than me, and it should be easier for you to handle, right?"

Kushida Kikyo's mask cracked a little further. If she could help it, she wouldn't want to go this far...

But as everyone's little angel, little Kikyo had no choice but to do it~ tee-hee.

After a brief silence, Kushida Kikyo lowered her head, her usually straight back slumping slightly.

When she looked up again, those large eyes, which always held a smile, were filled with mist from perceived grievances. Her voice became as thin as a mosquito's, carrying a trembling, tearful tone:

"Reigetsu-kun... actually, I don't have any points left. To help my classmates, I lent all the points I had saved up to them... As I am now, I simply can't afford the price required to trade for exam papers with the upperclassmen."

"As long as you can help me get those papers, I'll do anything... even if it means paying with my body, it's not impossible..."

She bit her lower lip, her hands clenching her skirt tightly under the table as if she had made a monumental decision. She stood up slowly, walked around the table to Amasawa Reigetsu's side, and leaned down, breathing like an orchid against his ear. Her tone carried a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, as if Kushida Kikyo were truly a good girl.

Amasawa Reigetsu understood. Kushida Kikyo's repertoire was purely limited to three tricks:

The Friend Game, physical contact, and selling her charms.

Hidden behind these three tricks, however, were likely thorns sharp enough to get anyone expelled.

You have to admit, Amasawa Reigetsu's current evaluation of Kushida Kikyo was actually higher than his evaluation of Horikita Suzune.

Amasawa Reigetsu hooked his finger around the back of Kushida Kikyo's neck, pulling their faces infinitely close until they were pressed together, then whispered hot air into her ear:

"Then I shall humbly accept your offer, lit-tle Ki-kyo~"

After parting ways with Kushida Kikyo at the cafe, Amasawa Reigetsu had just stepped out of the shop when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He pulled it out nonchalantly to see a text message from the current Student Council President, Horikita Manabu:

"As agreed, come to the student council office at 5:00 PM to report."

Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, Student Council Office.

Inside the student council office, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle. Nagumo Miyabi was wearing a bright smile as he introduced the present student council members and daily workflows to Ichinose Honami one by one.

"Honami, your ability and popularity are obvious to everyone. Although the regulations are a bit cumbersome, I will use my authority to grant you special approval to join the student council as a secretary."

On the afternoon Ichinose Honami submitted her student council application, Nagumo Miyabi had privately tempted her with this very condition.

After some deliberation, Ichinose Honami decided to test this proactive vice-president, leading to the scene currently unfolding in the office. Nagumo Miyabi was naturally enjoying himself; after all, rubbing it in Horikita Manabu's face and watching him look constipated but unable to lash out—

It was just too satisfying!

Horikita Manabu flipped through the documents in his hand with a blank expression, as if he hadn't heard Nagumo Miyabi's provocation.

The power struggle between the two in the student council was constant, and the key to breaking the balance would be the first-year candidates—

On the day of the club orientation, Horikita Manabu had warned everyone about the requirements for joining the student council. Unfortunately, Amasawa had already left with Sakayanagi after finishing their chess game, leading Horikita Manabu to believe for a time that this year's first-year class had almost no one capable of playing the game. The leaders of Classes A and B who had applied, Katsuragi Kohei and Ichinose Honami, did not yet possess the strength to compete on the same stage as Nagumo Miyabi—

A three-way standoff was exactly what Horikita Manabu wanted to see, and the appearance of Amasawa Reigetsu had made things much easier for him.

Just as Nagumo Miyabi was preparing to use the situation to further test Horikita Manabu's bottom line, the heavy office door was knocked on right on time, then pushed open with composure.

Tokyo Time 15:00

"Pardon the intrusion."

Amasawa Reigetsu walked in with steady strides, his gaze sweeping calmly over the people in the room before finally settling on the figure behind the desk.

Horikita Manabu, who had been radiating a cold sense of oppression the entire time, saw Amasawa Reigetsu step into the room and allowed his tightly pressed lips to curve upward, revealing a faint yet triumphant smile. He set down the document in his hand, looked up, and broke the room's stalemate with an unquestionable tone:

"Amasawa, fill out a form."