It's Over.

"The defendant also has a report, and the video does not show who struck first. Do you have any other evidence?"

Horikita Manabu looked at the report, then turned his head to look at the right row.

Long Aotian spoke slowly, his voice sounding as if it had been ground down by gravel, struggling to squeeze out a few words: "I... also have a report."

He glanced at Kamuro, signaling for the report.

Kamuro understood instantly. Her right hand moved with lightning speed, and with a crisp "slap," she produced a document.

She felt a secret thrill; this sensation was truly exhilarating, as if she were an agent of justice, upholding the cause for Long Aotian.

She then looked at the mummy and raised her eyebrows, as if to say how clever she was.

The corners of Long Aotian's mouth twitched beneath his bandages. Why do you have to slap the table every single time?

The report stated that Long Aotian had suffered psychological trauma and lasting mental shadows following the incident.

That's right! He had visited a psychiatrist, and that doctor had been bought off as well.

The report soon reached Horikita Manabu's hands; he felt that Long Aotian had definitely come prepared.

"Defendants, do you have anything else to say? The report claims that after Long Aotian was beaten, he developed psychological shadows and other mental illnesses."

Yamada continued to keep a dark face...

"Ababa! Aba aba! (You damn—! It's fake, it's fake!)"

"It's fake!" Ibuki slammed her hand onto the table, causing the objects on it to tremble slightly. Her face was twisted with rage.

She pointed a trembling finger at Long Aotian, her voice sharp with anger: "This is clearly forged! Long Aotian, I never imagined you would be so insidious and cunning, stopping at nothing!"

Me? Insidious and cunning? If a little white rabbit like you had entered the Three Kingdoms era, you would finally know what it means to be truly insidious, two-faced, and treacherous.

In the blink of an eye, a fierce war of words erupted in the debate hall, the dialogue falling like a torrential downpour.

On the left, Ibuki slammed the table again with a loud "bang," her face flushed red with agitation, her eyes burning like fire as she glared at the opposite side.

On the right, Kamuro was not to be outdone, responding with a crisp, resonant "slap." A cold, grim smile curled her lips, and a challenging light flickered in her eyes, as if to say: "Come on, let me see what you're really made of."

Left "slap" Aba! (!) Right "slap" Left "slap" Aba! Aba! (Slander! Slander!) Right "slap."

The entire scene seemed guided by an invisible rhythm, tense and full of cadence, like a magnificent musical duel.

Before long, this intense debate gradually drew to a close.

Ibuki panted heavily, her hands hanging limply at her sides, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, her eyes revealing a trace of exhaustion and helplessness.

Kamuro also appeared drained; she leaned back slightly against her chair, eyes half-closed, the resolute smile that had been on her lips replaced by deep fatigue.

Horikita Manabu rubbed his temples; he had a bit of a headache, and the noise was starting to irritate him.

Yamada continued to keep a dark face...

Ryuen leaned back in his wheelchair, lost in his own thoughts.

Sakayanagi Arisu found this scene quite interesting.

Long Aotian suddenly felt that it was really hard to intervene when girls were fighting.

Horikita Manabu scanned the two sides, his lips pressed into a thin line as he said in a low voice: "The defendant shall compensate the victim one million points, and this matter will be settled here. Do you have any objections?"

Long Aotian showed no surprise; he had expected this. After all, the matter was like a fog, with no one able to point out exactly who had started the dispute, and the specific circumstances were so murky that no one could make a definitive judgment.

"Fine, we accept it. We took a big hit this time!" Ibuki bit her lip, her expression still lingering with unwillingness and anger, though mostly exhaustion. She then added, "You just wait!"

Oh? Just wait? Interesting.

Long Aotian looked at Kamuro...

Kamuro, seeing the mummy's gaze, understood instantly. She tossed the report onto the table with her right hand; this time, she didn't slap the table as hard as usual because her hand was starting to hurt.

The report stated that Long Aotian was mentally unstable and occasionally exhibited strange behaviors, concluding that he was mentally ill.

This was something he had arranged back when he had Sakayanagi Arisu track Ryuen, while he himself went to the hospital to secure the documentation.

"This is my psychiatric report. You told me to wait, so I feel that by then, I might exhibit strange behaviors or have a mental breakdown."

"You! All! Of! You! Just! Wait!"

This time, the report wasn't given to Horikita Manabu; Long Aotian spoke the words syllable by syllable, his voice filled with fury squeezed through his teeth.

Threatening me? What kind of nerve do you have? Don't you see the person in the wheelchair next to you?

He felt he shouldn't have held back earlier. As for whether I hit you first or whether you were truly wronged—

In this school, it is a society of competition. You say I'm abnormal? Is your rule by violence normal? I am merely using your own methods against you.

Otherwise, would the four students from Class D who were expelled have walked out of this school in one piece? At most, three went to the police station, and one was slightly better off.

Ryuen's gaze fell upon Long Aotian's words, his pupils instantly constricting as if gripped by an invisible force.

He glanced at Long Aotian, whose figure seemed to be slowly transforming into a demon.

His face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly, revealing his inner despair and confusion.

Aba! (Demon!) Aba aba aba!! (He is a demon!!)

Yamada continued to keep a dark face...

"Are you kidding me?" Ibuki ignored that remark and turned to look at Yamada, saying, "Didn't you see Ryuen was talking? He wants water, go get him some."

I might have written Ibuki as a bit detestable here, so let me explain: it's not her fault. After all, she was originally at the KTV discussing with Ryuen how to deal with Class D.

Then, someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere, launched a sneak attack, and beat Ryuen up. She had tried to step in to protect him but was knocked unconscious, so she had no idea what happened afterward.

This round ended quickly. Long Aotian had Kamuro push him toward Sakura's dorm; he needed to explain the situation to avoid making her worry.

Sakayanagi Arisu was particularly delighted, as she found the whole affair incredibly amusing. She hadn't expected Long Aotian to be so shameless, and more importantly, there was simply no way to deal with him—he'd even turn around and extort your points later. It killed me! Hahahaha!

"Are you alright?"

The blonde girl asked inside the dorm.

"I'm fine. I didn't expect you to come, though."

After he arrived at Sakura's dorm, Kamuro left, as it wasn't appropriate for her to stay.

What was unexpected was that Kushida Kikyo had actually come to Sakura's dorm to check on him.

The question was, how did she know? How did she know he was injured, and more importantly, that he was at Sakura's dorm?

"Are you... really okay?" Kushida Kikyo gently reached out, her fingertips carefully touching the edge of the bandage. Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with concern and confusion, as if every subtle expression was speaking of her worry.

"I'm fine, look." Long Aotian said, tapping his left hand with his right.

Sakura gazed at the two before her, her eyes like two crescent moons, blinking rapidly as if trying to capture the subtle emotions swirling in the air.

Sigh. Sakura sighed inwardly. She stopped overthinking it; it didn't matter. As long as Long Aotian was by her side, that was enough.

Long Aotian keenly sensed Sakura's change in demeanor. His gaze shifted between Sakura and Kushida Kikyo, and he already had a few guesses in mind.

He walked toward Sakura with steady steps, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He slowly reached out and gently stroked the top of Sakura's head; the touch of her hair was soft and warm.

"What's wrong, Sakura? Looking at your expression just now, it seemed like something was bothering you."

"It's nothing, I don't mind."

Sakura shook her head gently, her hair swaying with the movement. She closed her eyes slightly, her face glowing with an indescribable sense of comfort and enjoyment.

It was as if the warm hand on her forehead was a ray of gentle sunlight, dispelling the gloom in her heart.

The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily, forming a faint smile—a silent expression of gratitude and appreciation for this care.

Kushida Kikyo witnessed this scene and subconsciously bit her lower lip, her teeth nearly sinking into the soft flesh. Her eyes were complex, flashing with indescribable emotions.

Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force. She tried hard to suppress the surging waves within her, but that faint, sour feeling grew stronger—she had to admit, she was indeed feeling a bit jealous.

Long Aotian wore a smile. He lightly raised his other hand, fingers slightly curled, making a gentle yet suave beckoning gesture, signaling her to come over.

"Huh?" Kushida Kikyo, whose emotions were in turmoil, was momentarily stunned. What did that mean? Why was he calling her over?

"Come here."

His voice wasn't loud, and Sakura didn't pay it any mind, simply leaning against Long Aotian with her eyes half-closed, feeling quite comfortable—even a little sleepy.

Kushida Kikyo felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her eyes widened, flashing with disbelief.

She stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on Sakura, who was held tightly in Long Aotian's embrace, as if time had frozen in that moment.

After a long while, she slowly raised a trembling finger and pointed at herself, her lips parted, but not a single word escaped. She was plunged into extreme shock.

Long Aotian nodded. He didn't really want to talk anymore, as Sakura seemed to have already fallen asleep.

He had sensed Sakura looking back and forth between him and Kushida Kikyo earlier, and after she said she didn't mind, he understood.

With someone as dependent on him as Sakura, he could have used PUA tactics to achieve his goal of building a harem, but that would undoubtedly be too cruel.

More than anything, he wanted to see Sakura's opinion. Although it was a bit heartbreaking, fortunately, she didn't mind.

Kushida Kikyo's steps were hesitant, each one feeling as if she were weighing something in her heart as she slowly approached Long Aotian.

When she finally reached him, those clear eyes seemed to speak, shifting gently across Long Aotian's face, hiding a silent question: "Is doing this... really okay?"

Her brows furrowed slightly, a trace of imperceptible worry hanging on her lips, her entire expression revealing a complex and delicate interweaving of emotions.

Long Aotian rolled his eyes. What are you pretending for? If you were really embarrassed, would you have come over? You know exactly how you acted before, don't you?

After hesitating for a moment, Kushida Kikyo leaned her body completely against him and slowly closed her eyes.

Long Aotian reached out to stroke her hair as well. He had to admit, the texture was about the same, just with a different scent.

PS: You can try to guess which meme this classic scene refers to.

Soon, both of them fell asleep, leaving only Long Aotian looking at the two on the bed. Wait, you two? What the hell is going on?

He looked up at the wall clock; the hands were quietly approaching dinner time.

He sighed softly, "When they wake up, I at least shouldn't let them go hungry."

He took one last look at the two on the bed and turned toward the kitchen. He wasn't in that much of a rush, after all.