"He's the new manager of the Second Library, and he paid the usage fee that the previous manager had delayed giving to the Student Council, just like your situation."
Mikura seemed to want to persuade Ikishima Midari to hand over the casino usage fee by using Ayanokoji's identity as a casino owner.
Ikishima Midari looked at Ayanokoji with some surprise.
"Oh, the Second Library? I originally wanted to take over that casino too, but the manager of that casino was too boring, too cautious to gamble with me, I didn't expect you to get your hands on it."
"My luck might be better."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka replied humbly, then his expression turned serious.
"Ikishima Midari, as a member of the Student Council, I must warn you. If you do not pay the casino usage fees, the Student Council has the right to reclaim those five casinos. Even this room you are currently in, the Student Council has the right to reclaim it.
Five million yen should not be a large sum for you; you should be able to afford it. I advise you not to default on your debt."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka put on the Student Council's tiger skin and bluffed. If it were someone who didn't know him, they would easily be intimidated by him.
After all, in this school, no one dared to act recklessly under the Student Council's name. Mikura rolled her eyes but didn't expose him.
Ikishima Midari didn't take Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's warning to heart at all; instead, she sneered.
"Heh... those words should come from someone in the Student Council, not from an individual whose stance is unclear like you.
If you have the ability, then seal off my casino! You're probably just all talk, aren't you? You didn't just bring the Student Council's little dog here to give me a verbal warning."
"Not to mention Sachiko Juraku, the Disciplinary Committee Chairman, they didn't even send a proper Student Council member, just you two small fry, and you expect me to pay? You're looking down on me too much."
Ikishima Midari stuck out her tongue, which was pierced with a tongue ring, and lightly licked her lips, provocatively looking at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka: "If you really have the authority, then seal off my casino right now."
Although Ikishima Midari didn't know Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's background, she was very familiar with Mikura's background.
She was Sachiko Juraku's loyal dog, the Disciplinary Committee Chairman. When she appeared with Sachiko Juraku, her words represented Sachiko Juraku's intentions.
But when she appeared alone... in this school where gambling and money determined everything, she, penniless, was merely a "livestock."
She wasn't even considered "human" and had no authority whatsoever.
She completely disregarded the two people in front of her.
"...You're right, we two indeed don't have the authority to seal your casino."
To Mikura's surprise, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka actually nodded in admission: "Then, would you mind if I sit here and wait for a while? The main force will be here soon. I can't persuade you, so let others do it."
"Alright, please do." Ikishima Midari's lips curved into a smile, and she readily agreed.
No one was sitting on the long sofa opposite Ikishima Midari, so Ayanokoji Kiyotaka didn't stand on ceremony. He sat directly opposite her, naturally took out his phone, and prepared to pass the time with it.
Now Mikura had become the target of all eyes, and she felt very uncomfortable standing there.
She quietly walked behind Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's sofa, half-crouching and peeking out with half her head over the sofa, whispering complainingly into Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's ear: "Hey, what are you doing? Weren't you going to ask her for money? Why did you sit down after only asking two questions?"
"Don't forget, my goal is to meet the Beautification Committee Chairman, Miharu Taki Sakura. As for whether I can get money from Ikishima Midari, it's not important at all."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka also whispered in response: "After all, so many people from the Committee have been here and haven't gotten any money from her. It's only natural that I wouldn't succeed either. As long as I stay here, it proves I tried. Anyway, no one knows what I did.
You also said that Miharu Taki Sakura doesn't like owing favors. For a small matter like checking surveillance footage, she'll definitely agree to me."
He tried?
If Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had asked a few more questions, even if there were no results, Mikura would have considered that he had tried.
But this Ayanokoji Kiyotaka only tentatively asked one question, and then requested to sit here, sounding as if he had done a great deed, but in reality, he spoke even less than she did!
Hearing Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's self-praise, Mikura was furious. She felt like an innocent girl who had been deceived by a scoundrel, filled with resentment towards the "scoundrel."
But unfortunately, the timing wasn't right, otherwise she really wanted to use the chain in her hand to give him a "King's Stab," wrapping it around his neck and strangling this excessive guy!
She had even thought Ayanokoji Kiyotaka truly wanted to complete this arduous task, and had given him so many instructions beforehand!
Mikura turned around and squatted behind the sofa, sulking, her slender fingers constantly drawing circles on the ground, cursing Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
If she had known Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was planning such a scheme, she would never have come!
Although Ikishima Midari didn't know the inside story, she could see that there was a conflict between the two of them. Moreover, she also realized that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka definitely had other motives, and coming to her for money was just an excuse.
She asked with great interest: "Hey, your name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, right? What do you want with the Beautification Committee Chairman?"
"It's just a small matter, no need for you to worry about it." Ayanokoji Kiyotaka smiled slightly and looked down at his phone, browsing Twitter.
The year he was in was 2019, and the leader of the United States was still Donald Trump, the entertainer.
Today, the knowing king was still passionately speaking on Twitter, criticizing current events, angrily labeling all news unfavorable to him and the United States as "FakeNews!"
The triumphant him now probably couldn't imagine that a year later, he would lose the election to Biden, the sleepyhead.
Watching Ayanokoji Kiyotaka play on his phone as if he were at home, Ikishima Midari became somewhat interested in Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
The Beautification Committee members who had come here before had recited the amount Ikishima Midari owed, then extended their hands towards her.
Their faces were arrogant, as if their personal presence was an honor for Ikishima Midari.
Originally, Ikishima Midari had intended to pay, as it was a school rule, but upon seeing their attitude, she couldn't give them a good face and immediately proposed gambling with them.
As a result, their expressions changed when they heard the game rules, and they ran away in fright.
Ikishima Midari wanted to laugh when she thought of the terrified expressions on those people's faces at that time.
She really wanted to know what Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's expression would be when he heard this game.
"Hey, since you're sitting here, why don't we have a round of gambling?" Ikishima Midari lightly licked her lips, eagerly looking at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
"As long as you win in the gamble, I'll return the money I owe the Student Council to you, how about it?"
She wanted to gamble with him?
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was not surprised; in this school, most disputes were resolved through gambling.
"Alright, I have no problem. What do you want to gamble?" Ayanokoji Kiyotaka put his phone back in his pocket and looked at Ikishima Midari.
Before coming to this casino, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had specifically confirmed that his guaranteed system was currently in a small guaranteed state.
As long as he opened the card pool, the next gamble would definitely be a win.
Since Ikishima Midari proposed gambling, there was no reason not to agree to her.
"Good that you agreed."
Ikishima Midari raised her hand, and one of her subordinates behind her, as if prepared, skillfully took out a simple-looking dagger and handed it to her.
Another subordinate took out a very thick cutting mat from under the table and spread it on the table.
"Do you know this?"
Ikishima Midari spread her five fingers and placed her hand on the mat. The next moment, a cold flash passed, and the dagger in her right hand was deeply plunged into the gap between her thumb and index finger!
She looked up, a joyful smile on her face.
"As a challenge that combines skill, eyesight, judgment, and courage, a game for the brave that makes one's heart race and face danger head-on—the Quick Knife Finger Stab."
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