Chapter 142: Horikita Manabu: I Fully Intended to Loudly Rebuke Him
The roar of car engines sounded ceaselessly beyond the windows. Inside the bus, silence reigned. Cold air streamed steadily from the air conditioning vents.
Class A's Minister of Revenue, Fuyuji Mikage, lit up his phone, logged into his account, and tallied up his personal treasury.
Starting from May, each Class A student transferred 50,000 private points per month. It was now August. That came to over six million total.
Last semester, he'd earned four million bit by bit from Horikita Manabu.
This special exam had earned him 2.5 million, plus the 2.5 million given to him by Horikita Manabu and Blond Senpai.
After distributing a portion as rewards to the various Class A students who had contributed, and subtracting the one million in compensation for Cha-Cha...
What remained was roughly...
[Name: Fuyuji Mikage]
[Private Points: 13,556,800 pr]
Fuyuji's hand trembled as he shook his phone.
Th-this, this much money—who on earth had deposited it into his family's account?!
Thinking back to the very beginning—he had been nothing more than a newcomer, a transmigrator who, if he didn't attend this school, would have no choice but to beg on the streets.
And now—
[Ding! 500,000 Points Deposited!]
[Nagumo Miyabi: Kouhai. Horikita-senpai is short on points. Why didn't you tell me such important news sooner?]
Through the text message, Fuyuji could practically see Blond Senpai's barely restrained cocky grin.
[Fuyuji Mikage: Didn't I come report it to Senpai immediately? You have to understand—Horikita-senpai still has a bit of family wealth.]
The moment his message was sent, Nagumo's reply came barreling back like a rapid-fire cannon.
[Nagumo Miyabi: True enough. Though knowing Horikita-senpai's personality, he wouldn't touch the points stored by his class, with his abilities, earning private points in the exams should be very simple.]
[Nagumo Miyabi: Next semester, the school will be holding a sports festival. I recall from your school records, Kouhai, that your physical ability seems fairly average. Make sure to use the time wisely and train.]
[Nagumo Miyabi: I have matters to attend to right now. I'll chat with you again later. Goodbye.]
Immediately after, his phone buzzed once more.
[Ding! 500,000 Points Deposited!]
Holy crap—a god of wealth!
He'd been mining gold from Horikita Manabu for ages and had only managed to extract a little over five million. In just ten-some minutes, Blond Senpai had exploded nearly half a Horikita Manabu's worth of points.
Just how much money had he amassed from unifying the second year?
As expected, the real profits came from fence-sitting. No wonder Hashimoto loved being a turncoat so much—there truly was some logic to it.
...
At the same time, on the other side.
Having swiftly concluded his conversation with Fuyuji, Nagumo Miyabi made a beeline straight for the Student Council entrance.
"Miyabi , where are you going?"
The moment he stepped out of the dormitory building, Nagumo ran headlong into his childhood friend—Asahina Nazuna.
However, Nagumo had no time to get tangled up with her right now.
His kouhai had finally helped him empty out Horikita-senpai's HP bar. Right now, Horikita-senpai was short on money, and the upcoming special exams didn't offer particularly large private point rewards.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—his chance to issue a challenge to his senpai. He couldn't let anything delay him.
"I have important business right now. Let's talk later."
Having thrown out this single line, Nagumo vanished from Asahina Nazuna's line of sight within a few breaths.
A gentle breeze swept past, stirring the fallen leaves on the ground. For a moment, Asahina Nazuna felt a faint, inexplicable sense of desolation rise in her heart.
Five minutes later.
Nagumo flashed into the Student Council entrance. Sweeping his gaze across the Student Council office, and having caught his breath slightly, he promptly asked.
"Kiriyama, where's President Horikita?"
Kiriyama Ikuto, currently serving as the Student Council's accountant, paused for a brief moment.
As someone who had been driven out of the second-year Class A by Nagumo and was now the leader of Class B, he and Nagumo had never really gotten along.
Today, the other party had actually gone out of his way to strike up a conversation with him—and his tone sounded surprisingly friendly.
"The President's office."
"Thanks."
Having obtained his answer, Nagumo headed straight for the President's office, leaving behind Kiriyama, still sorting documents, his expression deeply solemn.
That guy—actually said "thanks" to me. Could it be that he's finally planning to make a move against our class?!
Every successive Student Council President was granted their own private President's office, funded by the school, with the freedom to choose their preferred style of decor.
This year's Horikita Manabu was no exception. However, as a devotee of pragmatism, he hadn't fussed much over his office. He had merely reorganized it atop the foundation left by the previous Student Council President, making it more convenient for handling documents.
Behind his desk, Horikita Manabu once again reviewed the report sent back regarding this first-year special exam and let out a soundless sigh.
The gap was far too large...
It wasn't a gap his little sister could possibly close.
Class A's current class points—even the three remaining first-year classes combined could barely match them.
And furthermore, from the report that had been sent back, Horikita Manabu keenly detected—this was still not the full extent of Class A's strength. In other words, Class A had even deliberately held back against the other classes.
On the deserted island—since Class A had been able to guess the most difficult Class C, guessing Class B and Class D would have been no difficult feat either.
The VIP exam went without saying. The final arrangement of class scores, so orderly and uniform—probably, if he had so desired, the moment the school's text messages were sent out, Class A could have ended the exam and pocketed those 600 class points.
If it had been himself...
After a moment of contemplation, Horikita Manabu honestly shook his head.
Impossible.
For the deserted island special exam, he might still have been able to come up with a similar solution method on a flash of inspiration.
But the VIP exam—that was completely beyond him. That answer was already as close to perfection as possible. As long as one followed the procedure and executed it, the other side could do nothing but obediently admit defeat. The exam committee was probably still racking their brains in frustration right now.
Suzune... being in the same grade as him—who knew if it was fortune or misfortune...
Still, from what he could see at present, his little sister's condition had clearly improved. At the very least, she was now willing to discuss countermeasures together with others. He'd heard that just yesterday, she'd even helped carry the board chairman's daughter into the infirmary.
After briefly worrying about his foolish little sister for a few seconds, Horikita Manabu swiftly collected his emotions and placed the documents in his hand into an encrypted file.
To prevent students in the following years from using the same operation, the solution method for this exam had already been encrypted by the school.
If he weren't this year's Student Council President, required to organize the materials for the school administration, he wouldn't even have the authority to know the full process of this exam.
"Bang—!"
He had just finished sealing the documents when the door to the President's office was flung open.
Nagumo Miyabi came straight to the point, declaring his intentions outright, his voice even carrying a note of absolute confidence. "Horikita-senpai! Next semester's sports festival—let's have a showdown!"
"Nagumo. I believe I've told you before—I have no interest in a contest between you and me."
Horikita Manabu pushed up his glasses, furrowed his brow, and assumed that standard Gendo Ikari pose, scrutinizing Nagumo before him.
"Five million!"
At this moment, Nagumo was brimming with spirit and vigor. He extended five fingers straight out.
"Senpai. You must be short on money right now, aren't you? Because of your little sister's situation..." A slow smile spread across his face. That blond hair of his glinted with a brilliant, radiant luster beneath the late morning sun.
In an instant, Horikita Manabu's heart lurched. He immediately pieced together the entire chain of cause and effect behind this matter.
Even so, Horikita Manabu forcibly kept his face taut and advised without changing expression. "Nagumo. The school's points aren't meant for gambling. You still have over a year until graduation. Your own classmates could face expul—"
"Eight million!" Nagumo raised the stakes once more. "With this, Senpai shouldn't have to worry about your little sister's affairs anymore, should you?"
"..."
Horikita Manabu opened and closed his mouth. "Nagumo—"
"If Senpai is worried about violating school rules or damaging the school's culture, I'll use points to have the school add an extra competition to the sports festival. The entire student body will participate together. First place will receive five million private points. As long as Senpai takes first place, you can claim it fair and square."
Nagumo delivered the checkmate in a single move. And then, slowly, he pulled out his phone and uttered the demon's whisper.
"Oh, right. As the strongest Student Council President in the school's history, Senpai must surely have a very deep grasp of the school's competition rules. I'd like to request that the school hold a fair and impartial competition. Senpai, could you help me adjust some of the finer details of the competition, the proceedings? Naturally, I won't let Senpai do this for free..."
Three minutes later.
Horikita Manabu stared blankly at the notification of three million points deposited into his account, then looked at Nagumo Miyabi, who had walked out of the Student Council office with a fully satisfied expression.
I had fully intended to loudly rebuke him. But he simply gave me far too much.
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