But he had already been knocked once by Horikita and had no desire to stand out again.
This was also something he had learned from Hachiman Hikigaya: if you had points but did not show them off in front of others, you were more or less safe.
But if you had money and still went out of your way to flaunt it, you would basically become a target for exploitation.
However.
Ryuen glanced at the table the waiter had wiped spotless.
This time, Horikita had been rather stingy. She had not ordered any drinks in advance.
"Um—" Hirata noticed this. "Would you like coffee?"
"I'm not interested in coffee." Ryuen refused outright.
He merely looked toward the waiter. "Bring everyone a Sprite."
"My apologies, sir, but this is a coffee shop." The staff member hurried over. "However, if canned Sprite is acceptable, we can get some directly from the shop next door."
The shops in this school were almost excessively enthusiastic.
It was as if they had suddenly found work and started throwing themselves into it like mischievous cats.
After all, the students had limited spending power, while the better-funded teachers did not necessarily visit shops like this often.
As a result, the service provided by the staff was practically perfect.
"Ryuen, you're being too forceful," Horikita said. "You didn't even ask whether everyone else likes Sprite."
"If you want to order coffee for Hachiman, then order it. Why bring up everyone else? I asked him on the way here whether he wanted something to drink, and he picked Sprite himself," Ryuen said.
"Is that so?" Horikita fell silent.
She took out her palm-sized notebook, which seemed to contain some records. Not only that, she had brought a document folder that bulged slightly, probably containing materials of some sort.
However,