Long Aotian Begins His Rampage

Horikita Manabu nodded slightly, his gaze shifting between Long Aotian and Ayanokoji before finally resting on the latter. His voice was steady and resonant, every word echoing clearly through the room: "This Student Council approves Long Aotian's proposal to search Ayanokoji's dormitory. Defendant Ayanokoji, do you have any defense or objection to this?"

Ayanokoji frowned slightly, while Horikita Suzune, standing to the side, appeared hesitant and conflicted. Her lips parted, yet she remained unable to utter a sound.

Her eyes wandered between Ayanokoji and Long Aotian, filled with confusion and doubt. Unsure whether she should trust Ayanokoji, she chose silence, waiting quietly for the situation to unfold.

Class D's homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae, sat to the side with her hands folded beneath her chin, a gleam of keen interest in her eyes as if she were watching a magnificent play.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, her face radiating a sense of detachment and ease. It was as if these conflicts and entanglements had nothing to do with her; she was merely a silent observer, enjoying the "grand drama" performed by the students themselves.

When Ike and Yamauchi heard Long Aotian's articulate and resounding words, their faces couldn't help but reveal expressions of joy and admiration.

Ike patted Yamauchi on the shoulder, their eyes shining with excitement and pride, as if to say, "Look, this is our boss, he's truly incredible!"

They turned their heads, their gazes filled with provocation and triumph as they looked at Ayanokoji and Horikita Suzune across the room, silently flaunting their victory.

Long Aotian glanced inadvertently at Ike and Yamauchi beside him, a flash of profound coldness crossing his eyes, as if he were silently seeing through everything.

He couldn't suppress his signature crooked smile, thinking to himself, You two are celebrating way too early. In this game, no one can stay out of it unscathed. You two are next.

Class A's homeroom teacher, Mashima Tomoya, was watching Long Aotian with burning intensity, his face beaming with a satisfied smile.

He nodded slightly, as if silently praising Long Aotian's outstanding performance. His hands were folded gently on the table, his eyes revealing a sense of gratification and pride, as if to say, "This is my student, he is truly exceptional!"

Horikita Manabu stared fixedly at Ayanokoji and the others on the left. Seeing that they offered no defense, his expression grew more solemn. He lifted his chin slightly and said in a steady, powerful voice: "Since the defendant has raised no objections, we will take action immediately. Please wait ten minutes; the results will be out shortly."

"Tachibana Akane, take some people to search Ayanokoji's dormitory. Go to my seat in the Student Council office first; the student housing information is in the drawer."

Tachibana Akane nodded, a flash of determination in her eyes, and turned to leave to execute Horikita Manabu's order.

An unusual silence fell over the room. Long Aotian's mouth curled into an intriguing arc (the Dragon King's crooked smile), his deep eyes flashing with the light of someone who saw through everything as he quietly observed the scene.

As the clock's hands moved silently, every passing second was palpable. Before long, the door creaked and was slowly pushed open once more.

Tachibana Akane stepped in lightly, a gentle smile on her face like the warm sun of spring.

Following closely behind, two Student Council members walked in with steady steps. One held a laptop tightly to their chest, while the other carefully cradled a mobile phone, both wearing expressions that were focused and slightly formal.

The two Student Council members walked in unison to Horikita Manabu. One gently placed the laptop on the table with a touch of reverence.

The other held the phone steadily with both hands, eyes focused as if delivering something of extreme importance.

Horikita Manabu nodded slightly, accepting the devices with a composed demeanor.

Yes, that's right! It was indeed Long Aotian, that old fox, who did it.

The scene shifts back to the previous moment~(5 minutes before entering)

At that time, Long Aotian had arrived at Ayanokoji's room. After completing a series of operations, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, scrutinizing every detail on the screen. He then decisively deleted all other information, leaving only the login records of the school system's backend administrator.

As for the phone, Long Aotian had quietly purchased a brand-new one two days prior.

He then precisely inserted the original SIM card into the new phone's slot, leaving it as a gift for Ayanokoji.

Throughout the process, a faint smile remained on his face, as if everything were firmly within his grasp.

The scene shifts back to reality~

Horikita Suzune's gaze focused once again on Ayanokoji's face. Her clear eyes were filled with disbelief, as if she had seen something that defied all reason.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her mouth pressed into a straight line involuntarily. Shock and doubt intertwined within her, and she thought to herself, Could it be that you really did all of this?

Horikita Manabu stared at the phone and laptop placed before him, his brows knitting together involuntarily. A strange sense of familiarity washed over him. Recalling the entire process, he was struck by a sudden, electric realization: This method... is it the same one used to extort those two million points from me earlier?

"Defendant Ayanokoji," Horikita Manabu said, having regained his composure. His face was cold, his eyes fixed on the other, and his tone carried an unquestionable gravity as he slowly asked, "Do you have any further defense or objection?"

Ayanokoji's face was like a pool of still water, without a single ripple. He scanned his surroundings coldly, his eyes seemingly capable of piercing through all falsehoods, yet he did not utter a single word.

He understood that his only way out would be for Long Aotian and the others to withdraw the complaint, but as soon as that thought surfaced, he ruthlessly extinguished it. That was nothing more than a pipe dream; the current situation was already a dead end with no room for maneuver.

"All material evidence is complete." Horikita Manabu's gaze was like a torch, sweeping across everyone present before finally fixing on Ayanokoji's face.

Seeing that Ayanokoji remained silent, his mouth turned down slightly, his eyes revealing an unquestionable resolution. "Therefore, the Student Council has decided to impose a six-month suspension on Ayanokoji and transfer him to the school authorities for a more in-depth investigation."

"Wait!"

Long Aotian's voice suddenly rang out, and in that instant, all eyes were drawn to his words.

Although the punishment announced by Horikita Manabu sounded quite severe, in Long Aotian's heart, he felt it hadn't reached the root of the matter. After all, expulsion—the most severe penalty—had not been mentioned.

However, since Long Aotian dared to step into the fray, he was naturally prepared. Otherwise, why would he have bothered with all this trouble? A mere six-month suspension? Don't joke around. Since I have entered the game, you shall not have a single chance to escape.

Horikita Manabu leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed with a hint of confusion. He looked at Long Aotian and asked slowly: "As the victim, Student Long Aotian, do you have any other proposals or thoughts regarding the current outcome?"

"I have no other proposals, but I must formally accuse Ayanokoji of indecent and coercive behavior toward a female student in his class."

Long Aotian's voice was low and powerful, every word carrying the weight of a thousand jun. His gaze was like a torch as he looked straight at Ayanokoji, speaking one word at a time.

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The entire scene instantly fell into an eerie silence, as if the air itself had frozen. Everyone's breathing seemed to become light and slow, leaving only a suffocating stillness.

Horikita Suzune's eyes widened, and once again, she looked at Ayanokoji in disbelief. This fueled the unease in her heart, and subconsciously, she leaned slightly toward their homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae.

"Ahem, ahem..." Horikita Manabu cleared his throat and turned his gaze toward Long Aotian, his brows locked in a frown, his face full of confusion: "Victim Long Aotian, can you provide any specific evidence or witnesses to support your accusation?"

"Very well. I have a witness. She is standing just outside the door. Student Council President, I implore you to allow her entry so she may present evidence and testimony for my accusation."

Horikita Manabu nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to Tachibana Akane at his side with a solemn expression: "Tachibana, please go and invite the witness in."

Before long, a girl with short golden hair that shimmered with a soft luster, dressed in a neat school uniform and holding a gift box, gently pushed open the door and stepped slowly into the room.

[Kushida Kikyo]

The students from Class D present all focused their gazes on Kushida Kikyo, their faces etched with shock and disbelief.

Some had their mouths agape as if trying to swallow this sudden news, others covered their mouths with both hands, their eyes filled with astonishment, while others furrowed their brows, their eyes revealing confusion and unease.

The entire scene became exceptionally delicate due to the appearance of Kushida Kikyo.

"Ayanokoji, you really aren't human! You're trash!"

Ike's face turned ashen instantly, his eyes appearing as if they were about to spew fire. He stood up abruptly, pointed a finger directly at Ayanokoji, and roared in anger.

Sitting on the stool, Kushida Kikyo gently covered her face with both hands, her shoulders trembling slightly as tears slipped through her fingers, dampening her collar.

Though her sobbing was quiet, it carried an indescribable grievance and misery, as if she were the most innocent victim in this entire storm.

However, upon closer inspection, one could catch a flash of imperceptible cunning in her eyes, making one doubt the authenticity of her emotions.

Watching this performance by Kushida Kikyo, Long Aotian couldn't help but silently praise: Impressive. Look at this acting—this is veteran-level stuff.

"Quiet, please!"

Horikita Manabu raised his head sharply, his gaze piercing as he looked at the agitated Ike. His voice was low and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Under Horikita Manabu's gaze, Ike gradually calmed down and fell silent.

"As the witness for this incident, Kushida Kikyo, can you provide some concrete evidence?"

"I can. Inside this box are the fingerprints from when Ayanokoji molested me. You can have the Student Council or the school authorities examine them."

Kushida Kikyo's hands trembled slightly, her eyes filled with a mix of resolve and sorrow. Her voice was low and firm as she slowly opened the exquisite gift box, which contained a neatly folded school uniform.

"Very well, the Student Council accepts your proposal," Horikita Manabu nodded slightly, glanced at the uniform in Kushida Kikyo's hands, and turned to say: "Tachibana, go take the uniform and have it examined."

Tachibana Akane nodded gently, her movements agile and professional, as if performing a sacred ritual.

She walked up to Kushida Kikyo, her gaze gentle yet firm, and reached out to take the school uniform that held the crucial evidence.

The moment she touched the fabric, a flicker of imperceptible seriousness crossed her eyes, as if she were promising Kushida Kikyo that she would do her utmost to examine the uniform and uncover the truth.

She then turned and left, her pace firm and steady, preparing to send the uniform to the testing department.

Soon, the entire scene fell into silence once again, as if time had frozen in that moment.

Everyone stopped moving, their gazes tightly following Tachibana Akane's retreating figure, their faces filled with anticipation and tension.

A subtle atmosphere permeated the air, making everyone hold their breath, waiting for what was about to happen next.

Before long, Tachibana Akane returned in a hurry, her pace light and rapid, a hint of undisguised tension and anticipation on her face.

She held a report tightly in her hand, a report that seemed to carry the truth and the outcome of the entire incident.

The moment she stepped into the room, everyone's eyes instantly focused on her, as if waiting for the verdict of fate.

Tachibana Akane walked quickly to Horikita Manabu's side and handed the crucial report to him.

Horikita Manabu took the report, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on every word on the paper as if trying to burn them into his mind.

"The report clearly indicates that these fingerprints match those of a male. Ayanokoji, do you have anything else to say? Or do you need me to personally take you to verify whether these fingerprints match yours?"

Horikita Manabu gripped the report tightly, his gaze shooting like a torch toward the expressionless Ayanokoji.

Ayanokoji shook his head slightly, a flash of imperceptible helplessness and resignation in his eyes, but he did not utter a sound.

He knew he could argue that the fingerprints on the clothes were a setup orchestrated by Kushida Kikyo, but he had no evidence. That path was closed; it seemed like a dead end once again.

Watching Ayanokoji's resigned demeanor, Long Aotian felt a ripple in his heart.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a complex emotion—a mix of disappointment in Ayanokoji's actions and a profound insight into the complexity of human nature.

He was quite disappointed by Ayanokoji's resignation, as he still held the trump card—the photo of the fingerprints from that time—which he hadn't played yet.

There is a saying that hits the nail on the head: "Only those who have truly wronged you can deeply understand how profound your grievances are."

"All physical evidence is now complete," Horikita Manabu said, looking at Ayanokoji again: "Therefore, the Student Council has decided to hand Ayanokoji over to the school authorities for expulsion, and we will subsequently turn the matter over to the police for investigation."

Oh, well. It's over. He's going to jail. Though, given the power of Ayanokoji's father, he'll probably be able to get him out. Power really is something.

"Wait!"

Long Aotian's voice rang out once again.

PS: Chapters 29 and 30 were written late at night. I would appreciate it if you could give a five-star rating or leave a comment with your feedback. If there are any typos, please point them out in the paragraph comments.