He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

As long as she gets first place, she can choose a seat first.

Given her popularity in the class, there's no way anyone would sit near her.

Next, it was time to lure Shirakawa into the trap.

If Shirakawa wanted to sit with me, that would be wonderful.

If he insists on going astray and sits with that delinquent older woman, the empty seat next to him after everyone has chosen their seats will definitely be reserved for the last two-last seat, Kaido.

Shirakawa will still come to his side.

Moreover, there's Sakura, a controllable factor. If you bribe your sister with snacks or something, she'll definitely come to help.

Perfect plan!

But as soon as Maki said that, the atmosphere in the class froze.

The three things students hate the most.

Studying, homework, exams.

Although the students were dissatisfied, they dared not utter a word of complaint.

Because it was a suggestion from a member of the disciplinary committee.

The disciplinary committee members belong to the student council. The female president of the student council at Sakura High School joined the council through financial means, and her power is even greater than that of ordinary teachers.

Ms. Akita thought it was acceptable; rearranging seats according to grades could also motivate students to study harder.

“Teacher, I don’t think it’s necessary.” Shirakawa raised his hand from the back row and said, “The issue of changing seats can be resolved by drawing lots. It’s too inhumane to decide based on grades.”

"For example, good students usually want to sit in the front row to listen to the lectures, and they usually get better grades. This directly monopolizes the right of average students who want to study hard to sit in the front row," Shirakawa said logically.

"Yes, yes, that's right, that's right." The students below echoed quietly.

In fact, what Shirakawa said were all fallacies; everyone just didn't want to take a test for no reason.

But Akita-sensei actually felt that Shirakawa's words made some sense.

"Alright, then we won't have a quiz. We'll draw lots to change seats tomorrow afternoon. Does everyone agree?"

The other students nodded.

"But!" Maki still wanted to try.

Rather than entrusting herself to something as elusive as luck, she prefers to find peace of mind in her academic achievements.

"That's decided. We'll change seats tomorrow afternoon." Ms. Akita had already made the decision.

Jingle bell bell~

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Ms. Akita felt relieved and left the classroom without assigning any homework, dragging her tired body away.

25. The beauty of the rooftop is really beautiful

After this class, it was lunchtime.

"Hey, Shirakawa did a great job."

"Shirakawa! You're amazing!"

More and more classmates gathered around Shirakawa.

Most of them were average students with poor grades, and they were all relieved to have escaped a small test.

"Not at all," Shirakawa said modestly, while also feeling a little flattered.

After all, Shirakawa, who was usually quite reserved, had never been so noticed before.

"Little brother, you did a great job!" Nikaido also praised Shirakawa.

For Nikaido, quizzes and similar tests were a nightmare; she could only scribble on the test papers or sleep to kill time until they were over.

Of course, many classmates also secretly made sarcastic remarks about Maki, such as calling her a "pretending to be a good student" or an "exam maniac."

Mito Maki, her face flushed with anger, grabbed her schoolbag and stormed out of the classroom.

It would have boosted the class's learning and discipline, and also allowed him to sit with Shirakawa—a win-win situation that Shirakawa himself refused.

I feel terrible and unhappy.

Even as a disciplinary committee member with strict responsibilities and being misunderstood by others, I have never felt this bad.

"Sis, sis! Wait a minute, my lunch..." The two sisters' lunch boxes were still in Mito Maki's schoolbag.

Mito Sakura quickly caught up with her and comforted her sister.

Mitsu Sakura's shout alerted Shirakawa to Maki's departure.

She's in a mentally unstable state right now. What would happen if something happened to her?

"Excuse me, everyone, I have something else to attend to."

"Shirakawa, you..." Nikaido tried to call out to Shirakawa.

Her bag also contained a bento box she had made herself.

She, who usually loves to sleep in, got up very early and spent a long time studying cookbooks to prepare a dish.

I wanted to surprise Shirakawa.

"Big Sister, I have something to do, I'll be right back." With that, Shirakawa picked up his schoolbag and followed closely behind.

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Rooftop.

The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was clear.

Shirakawa followed them all the way to the rooftop entrance, panting and sweating profusely. He realized he was indeed too weak.

There was a large open space above, with several benches placed on it, surrounded by green wire mesh.

It is a quiet and pleasant place.

The Mido sisters were sitting side by side on one of the benches, with open, steaming hot bento boxes next to them.

Midori Maki squatted on the bench, burying herself between her legs and arms, her black leather shoes resting on the seat.

Midori gently patted her back and softly comforted her.

Shirakawa unzipped his backpack, took out his bento box, took a deep breath, and walked towards the Mito sisters.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that Mito Maki was trembling slightly.

"elder sister......"

Midori didn't know what to say, so she could only stay silently by Maki's side.

When he saw Shirakawa arrive, his eyes revealed a hint of resentment and anger.

"Yo, Maki." Shirakawa called her name softly.

Mito Maki simply stopped trembling, without looking up.

"Shirakawa, you idiot!"

Midori Maki spoke in a tearful voice, sounding more like she was being coquettish than scolding Shirakawa.

"I am indeed quite stupid." Shirakawa sat cross-legged on the ground in front of the two of them, opening his bento box. "I'm not good at studying either, my grades are not high, and I'm not very smart either."

"Idiot!" Midori Maki looked up, her eyes red and swollen, tears soaking her sleeves, and she occasionally sobbed softly.

"It'll get cold if we don't eat it soon," Shirakawa said, looking at the food in the bento box. "Oh, by the way, I don't have chopsticks. Could I borrow some...?"

Mito Maki wiped away her tears, took out a cutlery box from her schoolbag, opened it, took out the chopsticks, and handed them to Shirakawa.

"Thank you." Shirakawa accepted it with both hands, mixed the curry and rice together, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.

"Auntie Midu, your cooking is so delicious."

Shirakawa looked like he was enjoying his meal.

After seeing this, Maki also felt hungry. She looked up, picked up the bento box next to her, and started eating it little by little.

Midori didn't say much, she just ate slowly on the side.

"Maki, here, this is for you." Shirakawa handed the fried egg to Maki.

A heart is drawn on the fried egg with ketchup.

Maki looked at the heart, and the red color suddenly became so dazzling.

Suddenly, tears welled up uncontrollably.

"I... I just wanted to do my duty..."

"Yes, I know," Shirakawa said softly, his voice gentle.

“It’s always the same. I confiscate their porn books, I tell them not to fight, and they always call me a tomboy and nosy.”

"Well, I see."

"And the student council president is always chasing after me, asking me to report on the school's situation, even though there's nothing to report."