Heaven's Reversal!

In a student council chamber as solemn as a courtroom, Horikita Manabu sat at the center of the dais, presiding over the proceedings.

Yes, this place again!

Horikita Manabu rubbed his temples gently, his brows knitting together. It felt as though only a moment had passed, yet he was already facing another sudden trial.

What gave him an even greater headache was that Long Aotian was involved in this matter once again.

"Tachibana Akane, you may signal for the defendants to enter first."

Horikita Manabu spoke to the young woman beside him.

Soon, three people walked slowly into the room, and the sight that met their eyes was truly eye-catching.

One of them had a thick plaster cast on his arm, his expression one of slight agony.

Another sat in a wheelchair, his head, legs, and even his other arm tightly wrapped in bandages.

The girl following closely behind them looked perfectly fine, her hands steadily pushing the wheelchair.

It was Yamada, Ryuen, and Ibuki.

When Horikita Manabu's gaze fell upon this scene, a wave of surprise surged within him. His brows furrowed involuntarily, forming a subtle but distinct crease, as if even the dust in the air had frozen in place.

This was clearly a case of school bullying!

Horikita Manabu cast his gaze once more toward the sign labeled "Defendant," his eyes filled with doubt and confusion, as if confirming whether what he saw was merely an illusion.

This is the defendant?!!

He turned his head to look at the young woman beside him and continued, "Tachibana Akane, go and invite the victims in."

Tachibana Akane nodded, turned, and walked toward the Space Gate to leave.

Immediately after, the door to the room was pushed open gently, and three people walked in one by one, drawing stares from everyone present.

The first to come into view was a person wrapped tightly in bandages from head to toe, like a mummy risen from an ancient legend. He sat quietly in a wheelchair, his eyes peering through the gaps in the bandages, revealing an indescribable tenacity.

Following him was a white-haired girl. Her steps were light and steady, her hands resting gently on the handles of the wheelchair as she pushed it slowly, a graceful smile on her face.

As for the third person... she walked in slowly, her eyes filled with scrutiny and curiosity, as if she were both surprised and intrigued by this sudden turn of events.

It was Long Aotian, Sakayanagi Arisu, and Kamuro Masumi.

?!!!

"This... could this be Long Aotian?" Horikita Manabu's eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the mummy-like figure wrapped in bandages, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

At the same time, his gaze inadvertently swept to the side, and he was shocked to find Sakayanagi Arisu standing elegantly. Her previously injured leg seemed to have fully recovered, her gait light and effortless. This discovery deepened his astonishment; his brows locked tight, and a flash of incredulity crossed his eyes.

It wasn't just Horikita Manabu who looked shocked; the three people opposite them had dark faces and furrowed brows, with large question marks seemingly hanging over their heads. The atmosphere turned subtle for a moment.

The homeroom teachers of Class C and Class A were also present.

"What proof do you have that you are the victim, or can you provide evidence that you were assaulted?"

Horikita Manabu, wearing an expression of skepticism and curiosity, slowly turned his head toward the person wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

"I do! I have evidence!" The mummy used all his strength to lift his bandaged hand. The movement was slow and arduous, as if every tiny shift was accompanied by immense pain.

His voice carried three parts pain and one part imperceptible tremor as he squeezed these words from the depths of his throat, while his fingers tightly clutched a USB drive.

Sakayanagi Arisu and Kamuro Masumi turned their delicate necks in perfect unison, their gazes locking onto Long Aotian like torches.

Long Aotian feigned composure, the corner of his mouth curling into an imperceptible smile, his eyes flashing with cunning as if he were enjoying this little "charade."

Sakayanagi Arisu's brows furrowed slightly, a sharpness that saw through everything flashing in her eyes, while Kamuro Masumi's lips turned up in an amused smirk. Both thought to themselves: If we didn't already know you were faking it, we would have almost been fooled by you.

Ibuki slammed her hand onto the table with such force that the items on it trembled, as if the very air had solidified.

Her face was etched with fury, her eyes wide like two burning flames as she glared at the other side. Her voice turned sharp with agitation: "You are truly a shameless wretch!"

At the same time, a sound came from beside her: "Aba aba! Aba! Aba!!"

It was Ryuen! His eyes looked at Long Aotian in terror, his body trembling as he sat in the wheelchair. His voice was muddled and incoherent, filled with unbearable pain, as if it were coming from a distant fog, making it impossible to discern his meaning.

Unlike the facade Long Aotian had carefully constructed, Ryuen's state was undeniably real. The bandages around his mouth were stained with fresh red—clearly blood—and his face was swollen. Even speaking had become exceptionally difficult; he had clearly suffered a severe blow that had impaired his ability to speak.

Seeing this, Long Aotian couldn't help but sigh to himself, feeling that his own performance wasn't realistic enough.

Soon, Tachibana Akane walked over and gently took the USB drive from Long Aotian's hand.

As the video played, the screen clearly showed the scene at the entrance of the KTV. Three people were standing outside, seemingly whispering to each other, and then Long Aotian gently turned the lock and walked inside.

Immediately after, the two girls walked lightly toward the half-open door. Their steps were filled with a sense of tacit understanding and urgency as they placed their hands on the doorknob.

Not long after, the two of them walked in. The scene shifted to show Kamuro Masumi carrying Long Aotian on her back, running out in a hurry (Long Aotian had originally wanted her to support him, but decided that being carried looked more authentic), while Sakayanagi Arisu followed slowly with a smile.

"I was there at the time because Classmate Sakayanagi asked me to go and discuss a collaboration with Ryuen. Not long after I went in, I was beaten by the three of them. When they heard my screams, Classmate Sakayanagi and Classmate Kamuro rushed to push the door open to save me, but it was as if the door had been locked from the inside and wouldn't budge."

Long Aotian's voice carried an imperceptible tremor as he tried to lift his hand to wipe away a tear that seemed ready to fall from the corner of his eye.

However, when his gaze landed on his own bandaged hand, which was clearly still "injured," the movement stopped involuntarily.

His hand trembled in the air, as if even this simple motion had exhausted all his strength.

In the end, he sighed helplessly and lowered his hand, trying to squeeze out a few crystalline tears to hang on his cheeks. Well, they wouldn't come out, but the emotion was there.

Kamuro had been holding back laughter the whole time. She felt that Long Aotian was truly shameless, but the key was that you couldn't call him out on it because his performance was so convincing. Look at that, just look at that—that is a veteran actor for you.

Sakayanagi Arisu narrowed her eyes slightly, a subtle curve tugging at the corners of her lips as if she were watching the scene before her with great interest.

"Defendants, do you have anything else to say?"

Horikita Manabu nodded and turned his gaze toward the defendants.

Ryuen never dreamed that in this incredible cycle of events, the very tactics he had once used against Class D would return like a boomerang, slowly but surely turning back upon him.

Hearing this, Ibuki's face flushed a deep red, as if she were about to spit fire: "We were the ones who got beaten! You, of all people, are turning the world upside down and twisting the truth!"

"Aba!!! (Exactly!!!)"

The author will translate for you, lest you fail to understand.

Yamada continued with a dark expression...

"Turning the world upside down? What are you talking about? Clearly, I am the victim."

Long Aotian glanced at Kamuro.

Kamuro stared at the mummy, bewildered. Why are you looking at me? Wait, I can't even see your eyes.

She remained silent for a moment, her brows knitting together as if she were deep in thought.

Suddenly! Her eyes lit up as if she had realized something. Following that, her right hand moved with lightning speed, and with a crisp "slap," she slammed a report onto the table.

Her movement carried an undeniable force, and the paper trembled slightly on the table, as if responding to her resolve.

Whether the table responded to her or not, Long Aotian didn't know, because at that moment he really wanted to slap Kamuro to death. Do you understand eye signals? Eye signals!

The report was the one Long Aotian had obtained after leaving the KTV and going to the hospital for an examination; it detailed where he had fractures, where he was severely injured, and where he was no longer functional.

Wait, what do you mean "no longer functional"?

Long Aotian stared at the report in confusion. This was the fake report he had bribed a doctor to create with points at the time.

After he finished bribing the doctor, he had taken the report and given it to Kamuro without paying much attention to it. The doctor had looked at him with such a confident expression back then—no wonder the cashier had looked at him so strangely when he went to pay the points!

Before long, Tachibana Akane walked over quickly, holding a report in her hand, and placed it gently in front of Horikita Manabu.

Horikita Manabu lowered his head to examine the report, his brows gradually furrowing. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, as if he found the contents of the report to be somewhat exaggerated.

He looked up and cast a strange glance at Long Aotian, lowered his head to take another look, and then immediately turned his gaze to the left row.

"Ahem, do you have anything else to say?"

Hey! Hey! What kind of look was that just now!

Long Aotian cursed inwardly.

"We have some too!"

Ibuki's right hand moved quickly, and with a crisp "slap," she produced two reports and spoke.

Soon, Horikita Manabu took the two reports and looked them over; they were the reports for Ryuen and Yamada. As for Ibuki, she had none, because she was unharmed.