Sakayanagi, What Are You Going to Do with Your 20 Million? 10k!

Hachiman Hikigaya suddenly asked.

There are less than two days left until the Sports Festival.

Although the students were informed about the projects they would be participating in a long time ago, their entry forms were kept under wraps and not submitted.

"Not yet."

Horikita said softly, "Although it's unlikely that the teacher cheated, I plan to wait until the last day to hand it in in order to prevent the list from being leaked and targeted."

"Alright."

Hachiman Hikigaya nodded, but his gaze secretly drifted to Kushida the little angel was standing with the girls and cheering on the boys.

The girl's angelic smile was enough to rejuvenate the exhausted Yamauchi.

As if injected with adrenaline, he overtook the people in front of him.

Kushida is the class spy this time, so she has to protect her image.

However, Hachiman and Horikita's exchange and conversation were rather explicit, which was unavoidable; they couldn't act as naturally as Kushida.

According to Kushida's intelligence, Class A and Class D have been launching fierce attacks on the students in their class during this period.

They want to plant a spy in Class B.

There was nothing that could be done about it; Ryuen, on the other hand, wanted revenge. Meanwhile, Class A was uneasy because Hachiman's class had caught up with them.

There were probably three or four people in the class who had been bribed.

So this was an act for these spies to see.

On the playground.

"Wow! Yamauchi, did you take your medicine?!"

"I... I really can't do it anymore."

The otaku from Sotomura was panting heavily, bending over, and his pace was getting slower and slower.

Long-distance running is something that's really not for humans.

"Sotomura, Sotomura-kun!"

Off the field, Kushida cupped his hands to his mouth, making a megaphone shape, and loudly encouraged the boys who were training hard.

"Ah!"

Looking towards Kushida, and seeing the girl's encouraging gaze, Sotomura felt as if he were infused with some kind of strange power.

"Ahhh!"

Then, shouting all the way, they passed through the Yamauchi.

"Sotomura! Are you on your drugs?!"

Class B seems to be in pretty good shape overall.

And here in Class A.

"The people in Class B are still cunning." Katsuragi's follower, Yahiko Totsuka, reported the situation. "Their class will submit their entry form on the last day."

"However, it is certain that the basic combat strength of Hachiman Hikigaya's class is very poor, but they still have a chance of winning. Hachiman Hikigaya plans to arrange for Sudō to participate in the three-legged race between men and women, and to constantly substitute and score points."

"Two people, three legs," Katsuragi shook his head.

This is also an advantage of Class B.

Because it's hard to find someone of Sudō's caliber in sports in other classes.

So we can only watch them develop.

This is probably why Sakayanagi did not participate in directing this Sports Festival.

Yes.

Although Sakayanagi's body doesn't allow him to exercise, he can be a conductor.

But she gave up.

This left the Sakayanagi Faction somewhat disappointed, but Yahiko saw it as an opportunity for Katsuragi to redeem himself.

"But."

Yahiko Totsuka added, "This morning I saw Kamuro helping a girl from Class B train."

"What was she thinking? Those are students from Class B!"

"Ignore her," Katsuragi said. "Maybe she's just friends with that girl from Class B."

So it's just mutual help between friends?

Of course, it's not about helping each other.

"I've gotten up early 18 times in a row. This torturous period is finally coming to an end." Kamuro felt that the torment was finally over.

"But you've gotten used to waking up early now, haven't you?" Sakayanagi Arisu said to her as she sat down beside her.

"..." Kamuro. "I'm not a masochist, I could never get used to it."

"Oh."

Sakayanagi nodded, clearly not believing it.

"But the Sports Festival is about to start," she said. "Then come with me to the Shopping Street later."

What do you want to do?

"Let's buy a camera," Sakayanagi Arisu said. "It would be great if I could record some interesting scenes."

Oh.

So this is how Sakayanagi Arisu expresses her emphasis on participation.

As for Class C...

The students in Class C have silently accepted the fact that they might lose by 200 points in the Red and White Competition matchup.

But.

"Just do your best in this Sports Festival."

They still have passion.

In this way.

The day of the sports meet's opening ceremony has arrived.

But.

Before attending the opening ceremony, Hachiman went to the faculty office and made some deals with Chabashira-sensei.

However, it's not something unfair; it's just legitimate business.

"Hachiman Hikigaya, you should know that if you're not careful, the things you bought with points this time could be considered dangerous items."

"I just don't really trust the school," Hachiman said. "Besides, the school can easily investigate where I used it."

"So, what are your thoughts on this Sports Festival— " Chabashira-sensei hesitated for a moment. She felt that since Hachiman was making these preparations, he must be taking it seriously.

"I'm just trying to be fair. Also, if my prediction is correct, then Chabashira-sensei, you need to be mentally prepared."

Do I need to be mentally prepared?

Chabashira frowned, sensing that Hachiman Hikigaya's words had a hidden meaning.

But after Hachiman got the things that Chabashira-sensei had gone to buy, he turned around and left.

He had three voice recorders in his hand. While cameras and similar devices could be purchased in Shopping Street, devices like these, which might be suspected of being used for inappropriate purposes, required reporting to the teacher.

When he returned to the stadium, it was already 7:30 in the morning. All the students were wearing sports shirts and lined up to enter the field as if they were practicing. Entering the huge playground, he knew it was going to be a long day.

Hachiman blended into the group of First Year Class B students. In front of him was Kikyo Kushida, while Horikita stood behind him.

However, as Hachiman marched with the group, he observed the stands outside the playground, where there were some people.

They're probably faculty or staff members at the shopping mall.

This branch school doesn't seem to have any particular rules. It seems like anyone can come and visit, and you can even see them smiling and waving.

On the other hand, the school's teaching staff were not smiling, and what was particularly noticeable was that there were quite a few adults in white coats who were in the medical field.

In addition, the school has built small huts that can accommodate about twenty people, equipped with air conditioning, water dispensers, and other facilities. This should be as well-prepared as it was on the Uninhabited Island. Incidentally, the competing red and White team have their tents set up opposite each other across the track. Therefore, it's difficult for them to see each other outside of the competition.

The students in Class B all wore easily identifiable white headbands. Students in Class A and Class D wore red headbands.

"As expected, the preparations were thorough, and even a camera was installed to determine the results."

"So resorting to underhanded tactics is useless."

After observing his surroundings, Hachiman suddenly spoke.

He was looking at what the school seemed to be preparing for a 100-meter race. There were cameras at the finish line to prevent people from being too fast to distinguish the winner.

But it also has a deterrent effect.

That is to guard against anyone making underhanded moves.

Like other exams, Sports Festival also have rules regarding violations.

Whether it's deliberately interfering with another person's competition or engaging in acts of violence or other obstruction, violators will be treated as if they were disqualified from the competition.

Students with poor conduct may be expelled, and the school will also consider stripping them of any points they have earned so far.

Of course, that's what they say.

"And Ryuen, the competition is about to start, aren't you going back?" Hachiman asked.

"..." Ryuen.

Snort!

Chapter 175 Sakayanagi, how do you plan to use your 20 million? 10k!

"Then, our school's 22nd All-School Sports Festival officially begins."

At the opening ceremony, Class 3-A, the general manager of the Sports Festival whom he had met once before Fujimaki, delivered the opening declaration.

With a commotion, the students dispersed into the red and white camps.

The competition is very tight, with no other time-wasting activities, meaning all 13 events will be completed today.

Not only that.

Starting with the first-grade boys, they are now being tested in 100-meter races, with groups of eight boys each.

The races proceed in sequence, starting with the first-grade boys and ending with the third-grade girls. After a break, the order is reversed, starting with the first-grade girls and ending with the third-grade boys. It's very fast-paced.

There are a total of 10 groups of first-grade boys.

Although the purpose of the Mingxiu Sports Festival was to be held at Ryuen.

However, in order to get Ryuen hooked, Hachiman made the class's entry form look somewhat more like a competition.

Hachiman's plan was to let Sudō Kazuma and win the first victory to boost morale.

The first group is now in position.

Bump!

As the starting gun fired, Ken Sudō dashed off like lightning, securing first place with an outstanding performance, surpassing the second-place finisher by ten meters.

As expected, sports are truly extraordinary.

Then comes the second group.

Before there was even a moment to give people enough excitement, the second group was already in position.

However, during the third group, a commotion broke out among the students.

"This kind of match is too boring—" Rokusuke Koenji chose to forfeit. Then, as if without any hesitation, he left the arena on his own.

"Just as planned." In Class D's camp, Ryuen Kakeru held binoculars and stared at the Kōenji in front of him, observing it from afar and thinking to himself.