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"Don't be so anxious." Akira noticed that Kamuro was more anxious than he was about him being placed in Class D.
Today was May 1st, and her homeroom teacher had probably emphasized the hierarchy of the four classes.
Especially the point that only Class A could enjoy most of the school's resources—direct admission to the University of Tokyo upon graduation—that condition alone was enough to make people envious.
In contrast, the other three classes were practically abandoned.
"If you try hard and get no reward, it's better not to try at all," Akira stated his honest thoughts. "Those few guys in our class who only rely on being carried, having to take them with us to Class A—the thought alone is disgusting."
"Idiot! Do you think I don't know?" Kamuro suddenly rolled her eyes. "You're talking about Yamauchi, aren't you? He's sickening! Even we in Class A know his bad reputation! Do you Class D rabble really think you can get into Class A? Dream on! We in Class A won't give you any chances!"
Akira was slightly taken aback.
Yamauchi's bad reputation had actually spread to Class A?
However, Kamuro clearly underestimated Class D.
If you disregarded the few who were holding them back, Class D's strength was actually quite considerable, fully capable of competing with Classes A and B.
"You really are stupid!" Kamuro looked at him with disdain, then suddenly kicked the table between them with her foot.
The tip of her foot, encased in black stockings, lightly brushed against Akira's calf, carrying a subtle warmth. "What I meant by effort is accumulating private points! Accumulate twenty million... and you can transfer classes, can't you? Don't you understand this?"
Only then did Akira notice that Kamuro had somehow taken off her shoes, and her long legs were casually resting on the edge of his bed.
What was even more outrageous was that last touch—
Although it didn't hurt, it inexplicably made his heart tingle.
After all, he was just a hot-blooded sixteen-year-old high school student.
Was this person... unintentional or deliberate?
He forced himself to look away, trying to bring his attention back to the main topic. "Wait! How do you know about this?"
"Of course, the homeroom teacher told us! It was announced during today's class meeting!" Kamuro looked incredulous. "Don't tell me... your class doesn't even know this?"
"Homeroom teacher?!" Akira was stunned.
It was the homeroom teacher who said it?
Wait—why didn't Chabashira from their Class D mention anything?!
"Did you ask about it, or did he..." he pressed.
"Of course, he told us proactively!" Kamuro interrupted him again with a disdainful look, and lightly kicked his thigh with the tip of her right foot. "We are elite students from Class A, already the best class, why would we suddenly ask about transfer conditions? How silly!"
"Kamuro-san, let's talk, but can you please stop kicking me?" Akira finally began to lose his patience. "I know you don't mean to, but if this continues, I won't be able to take it."
You see, Kamuro was already good-looking, and now, with exquisite black stockings on her thighs, sitting on his bed, she'd lightly kicked him twice with her foot. It didn't hurt, but his heart was itching.
Anyone would probably think this was deliberate temptation, wouldn't they?
But it was Kamuro—she probably didn't mean it at all.
But Akira really couldn't take it anymore—you see, what hot-blooded high school boy could resist such temptation?
"...You!" Kamuro's face instantly changed, and her earlobes turned slightly red.
She really didn't mean it!
She just instinctively disliked him and kicked him twice, that's all.
But first, this was Akira's room, and second, she wasn't wearing shoes—thinking about it, from an objective perspective, her actions just now really did look like she was deliberately seducing him.
"Shimizu Akira! You have thoughts about me!" Kamuro suddenly stood up, glaring at him with a condescending look.
"Yes, is there something wrong with that?" Akira, instead, nodded frankly. "I'm a normal, healthy high school boy, and you're a beautiful girl. We're in the same private room, and you've already rubbed against me twice. Shouldn't I have thoughts about you?"
There's really nothing to lie about, right?
If you have thoughts, you have thoughts. He's not some gentle male protagonist from an adjacent set!
Kamuro's movements suddenly froze.
Only then did she belatedly realize—if a girl had gone to this extent, and a boy could still remain indifferent, either he had a problem in that area, or he was putting on an act.
Of course, it's also possible he was a saintly gentleman in a million... But in her sixteen years of life, she'd never seen such a person.
But this Akira, he actually said it so directly?!
The conversation just now had been quite pleasant.
She habitually disliked him a few times, and found it amusing to see him flustered.
It felt like teasing a fool.
But now... he was looking at her with that kind of gaze?
I consider him a friend, and yet he has inappropriate thoughts about me?
While it was, to some extent, an acknowledgment of her charm... it was also too embarrassing!
Kamuro maintained her composure on the surface, but her ear tips were already burning red.
After all... she was the one who initiated the kicking, wasn't she?
"I'm going back! I'm too lazy to bother with you!" She suddenly stood up.
With that, she fled from the room as if escaping, almost forgetting to put on her shoes.
"Ah... she's already leaving? By the way? Was that a retreat? She was clearly here to demand an explanation, wasn't she!" Akira stood still, stunned.
He hadn't expected that the usually cold-faced Kamuro would have such a flustered side.
It seems that even the most outwardly aloof person will eventually have moments of weakness.
Akira took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Speaking of which, the information Kamuro brought was quite substantial, and he needed to sort it out carefully.
He also wondered if other classes knew about this news.
He took out his phone and directly messaged Ichinose to verify.
She quickly replied, confirming: Class B had also received the notification about the twenty million points transfer rule.
"Even that not-so-reliable Hoshinomiya-sensei said so..." Akira put down his phone, his brows tightly furrowed.
This discovery made things tricky.
'So, why did only Chabashira-sensei choose to conceal it?'
Did she not want Class D students to leave? But looking at the entire Class D, he was probably the only one who could currently accumulate such a huge sum.
Of course, there was another possibility—Chabashira simply didn't care about Class D.
Since no one met the criteria and no one asked, she simply skipped the notification.
Chabashira was just that lazy.
His gaze fell on the pair of women's flat shoes, forgotten by their owner at the door, their toes slightly turned inward, as if silently narrating the owner's embarrassment during her hasty escape.
"So, what should I do with these shoes?"