When the Road Is Blocked, Punch Your Way Through!

Shiomiya naturally knew he couldn't fall into the trap of proving himself, but his orientation couldn't be called into question!

"You really have no idea what I'm capable of! Take this!"

Shiomiya reached for Kushida's ribs and waist, pinching and tickling her.

"Ah! Hahaha... Stop!"

Kushida twisted nonstop in her chair, trying to push Shiomiya's hands away, but it was useless.

Shiomiya knew that when a problem couldn't be solved, you solved the person who raised it.

Kushida had actually questioned his orientation. She really needed to be taught a lesson.

"Will you say it again?!"

"Hahaha... I won't... I won't say it again!" Kushida hurriedly begged for mercy.

Only then did Shiomiya release her with satisfaction. "That's more like it. How can you casually say something like that?" he lectured.

Kushida had barely escaped Shiomiya's clutches and was still panting when she launched another attack. "Shiomiya Yo, you perverted freak! You just touch girls wherever you want! You really are plotting something against me!" As she spoke, she crossed her arms over her chest, looking like she had been molested.

Shiomiya was quite satisfied with the current situation. At least no one was calling him gay anymore.

Being called a pervert by Kushida wasn't the first time. He had grown numb to it.

Shiomiya accepted every one of Kushida's accusations without argument. His calm, unbothered expression made Kushida grit her teeth in frustration.

At lunch, she ruthlessly fleeced Shiomiya, eating until her belly was round and completely stuffed before letting him support her back to the classroom.

As soon as he returned to class, Shiomiya sensed that something was off.

Everyone was whispering among themselves, occasionally glancing in his direction.

Oh no, had what happened at lunch been exposed?

Shiomiya didn't want people to think he was gay.

Kushida?

No, that didn't add up. If it had been her, she wouldn't have been so angry.

Shiomiya had had enough of all these pointless formalities. He was going all out!

Just as Shiomiya was about to unleash his full analytical ability—

Hirata walked over. He grabbed Shiomiya's hand and leaned close to his ear.

Shiomiya froze on the spot. Was this Hirata gay? He really couldn't tell!

So direct?

Shiomiya was about to show him what a real man was!

Can you withstand a punch backed by twenty years of training?

"Shiomiya, people are spreading rumors that Classes A, B, and C all bought school information from you."

Shiomiya had only gathered half his strength, and his charged punch stopped before it could be thrown.

"That's it?"

He stared at Hirata in confusion.

Seeing that Shiomiya didn't seem to care, Hirata hurriedly advised him.

"This is no small matter. A lot of people are questioning why you didn't tell everyone, and some people want you to share the points you earned."

"What's so serious about that? I thought someone was saying I was..."

"What?"

"Nothing! It's nothing! I'll handle this. Thanks, Hirata."

Shiomiya declined Hirata's further concern and pushed him away.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet, so Shiomiya walked straight up to the podium.

"Everyone, quiet down. I have something to say."

The Class D students cooperatively fell silent, all eyes focusing on Shiomiya.

Watching this scene, Shiomiya couldn't help recalling a saying.

If the whole court is loyal to the emperor, how could there be any rebels?

Back to the present.

"Ahem. I heard someone saying that I sold school information and earned quite a few points.

"I don't know why such rumors started.

"But my classmates' doubts and suspicions have deeply wounded my heart.

"Thinking back to when we had first enrolled, classmates lived in harmony, teachers were kind, and that vibrant scene of thriving life and fierce competition still feels as though it stands before my eyes.

"I don't understand! How did things become like this? It's as if I'm the criminal who betrayed the class."

Many students were moved by Shiomiya's speech and couldn't help questioning themselves.

The most affected was Yosuke Hirata. He looked as though he had met a kindred spirit, sending a chill down Shiomiya's spine.

Shiomiya was allergic to men now.

"In short, it's true that I sold school information. I did sell it."

The classroom erupted. The students who had just been blaming themselves immediately flew into a rage, feeling that Shiomiya had toyed with their feelings.

No one could remain calm. They began accusing Shiomiya one after another, with some even demanding that Shiomiya hand his points over to the class.

Seeing the vicious expressions on Class D's faces, Shiomiya started laughing as well.

"Hahaha... This is too interesting.

"I'll be waiting for you! Everyone's welcome to come pick a fight!"

Class D took Shiomiya's attitude as a provocation.

As Shiomiya returned to his seat, he became the center of attention. If looks could kill, he would have been reduced to a lump of meat by now.

Unfortunately, they couldn't!

Among them was one person looking at Shiomiya with a complicated expression.

It was Yosuke Hirata, and Shiomiya noticed him too.

Hirata's resentful little eyes, like those of someone betrayed, made Shiomiya's hair stand on end. He quickly picked up his pace and returned to his seat.

There was definitely something off about Hirata.

The bell rang, but the resentment in the classroom only grew heavier.

Seeing the students brimming with anger, even the teacher didn't dare speak too loudly.

Shiomiya closed his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he roughly figured out who had spread the rumor.

Not many people knew about the deal.

Class A and Class B had worked together pleasantly, were on decent terms, and had no major conflict of interest.

So it was most likely Ryuuen from Class C.

Shiomiya had beaten that guy before, and he had even issued a challenge. Class C was also in direct competition with Class D.

Other than him, Shiomiya couldn't think of anyone else.

Kushida was harder to say. Shiomiya couldn't be completely sure what she was thinking.

Kushida never easily revealed her thoughts, making her difficult to read.

Though when she insulted someone, she was probably serious.

For now, he would focus on Ryuuen.

Ryuuen Shoko?

That guy really wanted to taste Uncle Shiomiya's big fists.

Just because he wore long hair, did he think he was some cultured intellectual? And he was even pulling little tricks like this.

As for the people in Class D, Shiomiya didn't care at all. From what he had observed, there weren't many here who dared to fight him.

Bullying? Heh!

They could ask Shiomiya's elementary school classmates whether his fists tasted good.

Yet when he thought of that, Shiomiya couldn't help sighing.

When had Shiomiya Yo become a brute who only knew how to use his fists?

Although immediate violence was the strongest weapon, the brain was just as important!

He couldn't keep degenerating like this!

Ah! My super brain, unleash your super wisdom!

Shiomiya used his brain at full capacity, clarifying what he needed and considering the most effective solution.

In only a few seconds, Shiomiya got his answer.

Use your super strength!

Fine, fists were still the most direct and effective answer.

Having sorted out his thoughts, Shiomiya ignored everyone's stares and began considering where to teach Ryuuen a lesson.

Ryuuen now knew about the school surveillance and the rule against fighting, so Shiomiya couldn't let him catch any evidence.

Maybe Ryuuen was just waiting for Shiomiya to make the first move!

While Shiomiya thought, Class D simmered with resentment and the teacher cautiously conducted the lesson. The day ended in this strange atmosphere.

Eh?!

After using his brain at full capacity just now, Shiomiya discovered that all his memories had been analyzed.

Let's see. Is there anything interesting?