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He had no idea that things would affect him, and he was not prepared to pay any money.

Nonsense, he's the only son of the Koenji Zaibatsu, the sole heir to the Zaibatsu!

He wouldn't care at all if they talked about evaluations or anything like that.

So, something this interesting is definitely worth watching!

He not only wanted to look, but he also wanted to open his eyes wide to see!

Unfortunately, the tense standoff lasted only a moment, and the anticipated fight never began.

Asakusa Tetsu took a small step forward, tiptoed slightly, and leaned close to Hirata Yosuke's ear.

"Junior high school, friends, bullying, suicide."

Four keywords, eight words, an incredibly precise statement.

This caused Hirata Yosuke's face to instantly lose all color.

This is a shadow he can never escape in his entire life.

Why would this come out of his mouth?

The man in front of him was not any of his junior high school classmates, but he accurately described his trauma.

...Although his fellow villagers probably knew about the violent incidents he had caused, the root cause, the few words that ran deep in his heart, were absolutely impossible to know easily.

I......

"Do you want everyone to know your true nature? To know that Hirata Yosuke is actually a coward who would stand by and watch his friends die, simply because he was afraid of being bullied himself, and let his friends be bullied step by step until they committed suicide?"

He was still talking.

"To put it bluntly, you don't really care about your so-called classmates. Whether you protect them or not has no impact on you. You're just delusional, trying to prove that you were capable of taking action back then through such actions."

"But the more you prove it this way, the clearer it becomes that 'you didn't take action' is the real fact, isn't it?"

"That's enough. No one needs you to use them as a substitute for your own atonement."

One sentence after another, one sentence after another.

The cold words and the sharp silver knife pierced the heart of this hypocritical vampire, whose darkness made him unable to face the sunlight.

No... I'm not, I'm not...

Trembling, she wanted to back away, resisting and trying to wave her hands. For a moment, the face of the man in front of her seemed to overlap with that of her friend who had committed suicide.

then.

"Okay, transfer the money."

It shattered instantly.

...He wasn't my childhood friend.

Instead, it was that scoundrel who blatantly stole all the class's money.

I should resist him; I stood up for him precisely to resist him.

But, but...

"Ding."

My hands started moving unconsciously.

"Yes, I received it."

Asakusa Tetsu nodded with a smile, then looked at the others.

After glancing around and exchanging glances with everyone, Asakusa Toru said softly:

“It’s too much trouble to do it one by one. The rest of you, please line up and come up to the stage. I will check and verify the payment for each person.”

"But don't rush, don't cut in line, it will be your turn."

This time, no one voiced their opposition or resistance.

Beneath the queue led by Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, who was paying, and with Megumi Karuizawa silently refusing to be the one to stand up for the girls, the situation was quite different.

One after another.

As the queue gradually decreased, the funds in Asakusa Tetsu's personal terminal gradually became abundant.

Although the initial joy of receiving 100,000 points turned into a huge drop of 10,000, the fact that these personal points, which they didn't actually have for very long, actually made the classmates feel much better.

At least for now, they are not showing much resistance.

Chabashira Sae remained silent and let things go; she truly hadn't expected Asakusa Toru to be able to accomplish something so smoothly.

...If they were really that powerful, wouldn't it have been better to just violently rule them from the beginning and force them to obey the rules?

She couldn't understand it.

but......

There is one more person.

There's another guy who definitely won't get paid.

Rokusuke Koenji, heir to the Koenji Zaibatsu.

As the last person completed the transfer and the queue disappeared, all eyes finally turned to Rokusuke Koenji.

This muscular blond man was already quite conspicuous, especially as everyone gradually moved forward with the queue, yet he continued to nonchalantly fix his hair in front of the camera on his personal terminal.

Many people are looking forward to it.

You either hope he will resist, or you hope he will stumble and fall.

No one believed that Asakusa Tetsu would let him off the hook alone.

Because this is the last thing you should do.

Indeed, Asakusa Tetsu will not let Koenji Rokusuke off the hook.

"Oh, so after defeating the entire class, the final boss I have to face is me?"

As he watched Asakusa Toru walk down from the podium and arrive at his seat, Koenji Rokusuke spread his arms wide.

"But unfortunately, I will not submit to you, even if you seem to have defeated many people. I will never be defeated."

He continued talking to himself, glancing around at the gazes around him, sensing the anticipation, tension, and mockery in their eyes, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, it seems you don't know me well enough, young ladies. My name is Koenji Rokusuke, the only son of the Koenji Zaibatsu, and a man who will one day shoulder the responsibilities of Japanese society!"

As expected, as his words resounded, the people around him began to whisper among themselves under their astonished gazes.

"Hey, hey, hey, that Koenji zaibatsu?"

"Why is he here, and in Class D no less? Didn't that guy say that class and evaluation are linked?"

"You can tell at a glance, they're just rich kids or something."

However, unexpectedly, the admiring glances that would normally be received simply by mentioning his name and introducing himself seemed to have turned into a hint of disdain.

Hmph, as expected of a bunch of ignorant fools from Class D, who don't know how to appreciate beauty.

Forget it, compared to those guys.

The man in front of me is more important.

It's been a long time since I've had the chance to pique my interest.

"Really?" He spoke softly, his manner identical to when he treated Hirata Yosuke. He closed the distance and began a devilish whisper: "You entered school with a responsibility, you entered school with a mission."

"The collusion between conglomerates and politicians is too obvious and direct, which would be a flaw. That's why you enrolled in the Advanced Education School instead of Shuchiin Academy. Your purpose in enrolling from beginning to end is to become the bridge for your father and the person behind this school on Oni Island to have a meeting that is taken for granted."

"So you don't mind being assigned to Class D; in fact, it might even serve as a form of disguise."

Asakusa Tetsu's words made Koenji Rokusuke's originally smiling expression turn ugly. He had only intended to listen to what profound opinions this guy had for him, but having his purpose exposed so bluntly right from the start was truly embarrassing for him.

What made him even uglier was what came next.

"But none of that matters. What matters is that you are the sole heir of the conglomerate, a member of the upper class, and even being assigned to Class D cannot change your inherent value and status."

"So here's the question: if 'Koenji Rokusuke' were forced to drop out of school like a stray dog ​​by a bunch of useless D-class students, what would people around him think? What would they say? And where would you, the heir to the Koenji Zaibatsu, be placed?"

This is a threat.

Do you think I can't do it?

Koenji was about to put on a cold smile and retort, but suddenly, out of nowhere, a memory, whether it existed or not, came to mind.

Appeared.

Next, I will announce the results of the supplementary special examination.

Last place should have gone to Kanji Ike, who garnered thirty-five critical votes.

Unfortunately, he transferred to another class.

'Therefore, the order is postponed, and you are last, Koenji Rokusuke.'

"The results are correct, and the school will allow a revote, so although it's regrettable, please withdraw from the school."

The classroom of Class D, non-existent memories, a tense atmosphere, and a confident smile playing on my lips.

Then, the result, which left smiles frozen, was announced.

An utterly ugly protest? A completely unattractive denial of the outcome?

The truth is, he, Koenji Rokusuke, was tricked by these guys he once completely looked down upon, just like a dead dog.

He dropped out of school on the spot.

Koenji Rokusuke: "...?"

The fleeting memory vanished in an instant, and my thoughts involuntarily returned to reality.

The man in front of her had just threatened her.

And this memory...

Is it an illusion? A hallucination? Or... a warning?

Koenji Rokusuke was unaware of this, but he suddenly realized that he could no longer open his mouth to utter a rebuttal.

Side Story: Classroom of the Elite - Everyone Scores Zero

We've collected most of the money.

Asakusa Tetsu's personal terminal balance also reached 361 million.

The welfare fund that serves as a guarantee and the discipline given to these D-class scum are sufficient.

Next, it's time to issue more detailed commands.

"Whoa, you're still here?"

However, before that, Asakusa Tetsu, who had returned to the podium, looked at Chabashira Sae, who was still standing to the side, with an extremely obvious look of disdain.

"Do such homeroom teachers really exist? Just watching students do things that seem like they're bullying other students, watching students steal money from other students and doing nothing at all."

Although it might seem a bit subtle for him to say this as the person involved, Asakusa Toru really didn't expect Chabashira Sae to go to this extent.

He really deserves applause.

Sae Chabashira: "..."

What exactly do you want from me?

Do you want me to stop you? Do you want me to report you to the school? Or do you want me to use my authority as the homeroom teacher to reprimand and order you around?

She had been standing by and doing nothing, but she still ended up getting slapped.

Luckily, she's not a dog, otherwise, she'd be so angry she'd be twisted in anger.

But precisely because she wasn't a dog, but someone who needed to consider things like saving face, she couldn't remain silent at this moment.

"I will not interfere in matters between students."

She said it expressionlessly.

"Heh, that sounds nice." Although he scoffed like that, Asakusa Tetsu didn't press the issue further. Instead, he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote a line of large characters on the blackboard: "'Zero Score Plan for All'. Under this name, I need to explain the class's future strategy in advance."

"No opinions are allowed, only execution is permitted."