Making Money, or What Are We Supposed to Eat?

"Shiomiya, do you like girls like Horikita?"

Shiomiya Yo:?

"How did you reach that conclusion?"

Kushida hurriedly explained.

"It's just... you're very gentle with her. I've never seen you treat anyone else like that.

Just now, you even helped her out and pulled me away.

And Horikita is really cute, good at studying, and hardworking..."

Shiomiya interrupted Kushida before she could continue, looking at her in confusion.

"Isn't that just normal social interaction?

How else was I supposed to help you if I didn't smile? Do you really think I'm that close with her?

And wasn't I helping you in the end? Your tricks don't really work on her."

After Shiomiya's explanation, Kushida did not continue. As for whether she had actually taken it in, Shiomiya did not think so.

The two of them went to the cafeteria for dinner together, and of course, Shiomiya paid again.

Shiomiya only ate good food, but good food was not cheap. Kushida only ate expensive food, though at least it did not taste bad.

Shiomiya felt that he needed to speed up his money-making plan.

When they returned to the dorms, they split up and went back to their respective rooms.

Late at night, Shiomiya suddenly wanted to go outside and look at the night view. The moment he reached the ground floor, he saw Kushida walking out alone.

Kushida?

Where was she going by herself this late at night?

Shiomiya quietly followed behind Kushida. With his extensive experience, he gave away neither his position nor his footsteps.

Detectives tailed people when investigating affairs. That was normal, right?

Kushida arrived at the artificial lake.

The place was secluded, and hardly anyone came here normally, let alone in the middle of the night.

Shiomiya hid behind the bushes in the shadows, wanting to see what Kushida was planning to do.

Bang!

The sound of steel being struck rang out as Kushida kicked the iron railing by the lake.

"Just because she's cute, she acts all high and mighty!"

"Disgusting!"

"Disgusting!"

"Disgusting!"

Kushida cursed as she repeatedly kicked the railing with all her strength.

"Why doesn't someone like Horikita just die already?!"

"She's so annoying!"

"Seriously annoying!"

"You stinking bitch!"

Hearing Kushida venting and cursing from behind, Shiomiya revealed a gratified smile.

Great!

He had thought Kushida might bottle things up until something went wrong, especially since she would not be writing posts anymore.

It seemed Kushida had found a new way to vent!

And she was not done after cursing Horikita.

"Shiomiya is a horny idiot too!"

"He acts like some gentle gentleman whenever he's around Horikita!"

"Pah! That's disgusting!"

"You can tell at a glance that he's practiced! What a scumbag!"

"Shiomiya should be chemically castrated!"

"Castrated!!"

Shiomiya had not expected to have a part in this too. As far as he was concerned—

Her attack power needed improvement.

After all, what could you argue about with a sick person? Just let her vent.

It was not like Shiomiya would lose a piece of flesh over it.

Next, everyone in the class got a share of the abuse, though most of her firepower was still aimed at Shiomiya and Horikita.

Shiomiya did not disturb Kushida. She had probably chosen this place because she enjoyed the danger of possibly being discovered.

At least it was much better than writing posts online like before. It would leave no trace, and an unspecified number of people would not see it.

Once Shiomiya saw that Kushida had vented enough, he left ahead of her.

After returning to his dorm room, Shiomiya took out the God-Human Observation Diary and recorded everything that had happened today.

Shiomiya now intended to use it entirely as a diary, recording what he saw and heard every day. In any case, the diary would never run out of pages. As for points, he would leave that to fate.

He had already written once during the day, so he wrote a little about Kushida.

[Evaluating newly added record. Reward: 20 points.]

Several days passed, and Shiomiya had become somewhat well-known in class.

Every day, he delivered meals to Kushida, and Kushida reluctantly accepted them. Quite a few people in the class were spreading rumors that Shiomiya was pestering Kushida.

Shiomiya did not care. They were all just orders.

Koenji was having a great time watching, saying it was rare to see Shiomiya suffer like this.

Shiomiya had expected that, but he still cursed inwardly.

Damn it, he really is the good brother I grew up with!

He had noticed, yet he would not help!

Though if Koenji got into trouble, Shiomiya would not help him either.

They both believed their own abilities could handle anything.

Help? You could help collect my corpse after I died.

As for all that gossip, Shiomiya felt it had no real attack power. It was just some belittling, contempt, and isolation. None of that was a problem!

Things like drawings on his desk or trash stuffed into his shoe locker.

There was none of that.

So there was no problem.

He had also talked with Kamuro recently. Her method of spiritual victory was still too advanced for Shiomiya to learn.

Still, she had contributed 30 points to him.

She had even given him the cola she had bought before. A true Silver Wing!

Kamuro Masumi, I acknowledge you!

The second step of the money-making plan also needed to move forward.

Noon, rooftop.

Shiomiya had been waiting there early.

Not long after, Kushida appeared.

"What's this about? Meeting on the rooftop?"

Shiomiya stood with his back to Kushida by the railing, his posture straight as he looked into the distance.

"Kushida, have you ever thought about how you want to live in the future?"

His serious tone made Kushida straighten up as well.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, what are we going to eat two months from now?"

Kushida:?

Shiomiya turned to look at Kushida. His serious expression instantly crumbled, replaced by a hint of anxiety.

"I calculated it. At our current spending rate, in two months at most, we'll have to eat the mountain vegetable set meals."

"I only have you buy meals for me. Can that really eat you into poverty? Don't we get 100,000 every month?"

Faced with Shiomiya's complaint, Kushida snorted coldly.

"Kushida, you don't really think we'll get 100,000 every month, do you?"

Kushida froze at his words. Was there a problem?

"Just think about it. How could a school possibly give a student that much money for free every month?"

Kushida fell into thought.

Shiomiya directly told Kushida the rules he knew.

"Then why didn't you tell our classmates? This concerns our monthly points."

"If I told them, how would I earn points? I traded my body for this information."

"Wait! You traded what?"

Shiomiya did not respond to that at all, instead continuing to emphasize his point.

"That isn't important. The priority now is selling the information to Classes B and C. You know who calls the shots in those two classes, right?"

Kushida ignored Shiomiya's words and instead grabbed him by the collar, continuing to demand an answer.

"This is very important! Shiomiya Yo, you are my slave, so you have to listen to me!

Tell me what happened!"

Seeing Kushida's somewhat feral, out-of-control expression, Shiomiya could only go along with her.

Explanation in progress...

After hearing the whole story, Kushida released Shiomiya's collar as though she had touched something filthy. She took out a wet wipe and scrubbed her hands hard.

One was not enough, so she took out an entire pack and kept wiping.

Even Shiomiya could not stand watching anymore.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Of course it is! Shiomiya Yo, you really are a scumbag who gets horny everywhere!

I feel sorry for that upperclassman!"

Shiomiya was speechless. Though what he had done was indeed not exactly honorable, that was not the point!

The point was making money!