"Ayanokoji, you have a solution, right?"
Hirata-san excitedly pressed on Ayanokoji's shoulders.
He asked loudly.
"Hirata-san, please calm down a little first."
Ayanokoji's voice helped Hirata-san calm down slightly from his surprise.
"Sorry, I lost my composure just now. Ayanokoji, were your words just now true? Do you really have a way to help everyone pass the exam safely?"
Pass the exam safely?
Ayanokoji shook his head internally.
Given D-Class's current situation, it was destined that it would be impossible for everyone to pass the exam safely.
His method was only a temporary emergency measure.
"I bought the first semester's midterm exam papers from the upperclassmen."
Hearing Ayanokoji say this,
The hope in Hirata-san's eyes completely vanished.
However, he still maintained a smile.
Because Ayanokoji was the first person to offer him advice when he faced difficulties.
No matter how disappointed he was, he couldn't get angry at him.
"Then, Ayanokoji, have you found anything? Even knowing the key points is already too late."
Hirata-san glanced at the time; there were less than three minutes left until the next exam began.
Even if he analyzed the general knowledge points, there wouldn't be enough time to review.
"Their first semester midterm exam paper was exactly the same as the one we just took."
Ayanokoji's words were like a bolt from the blue.
Leaving Hirata-san a bit at a loss.
"What? Exactly the same? Ayanokoji, you're not joking, are you?"
Hirata-san urgently wanted to confirm the truth of the matter.
Unexpectedly, Ayanokoji directly pulled out a few test papers from his pocket.
After Hirata-san took them, he immediately found the history subject paper.
"It really is exactly the same! Ayanokoji, why didn't you tell me earlier? If we had these papers earlier, we definitely..."
"If I had told you earlier, Hirata-san, would you have believed me?"
Ayanokoji's rhetorical question made Hirata-san pause for a moment.
Then he smiled.
"It's my fault. It seems that the lack of interaction between us caused some misunderstanding. I know my answer now might seem a bit artificial, but I still want to answer you: I would choose to believe you."
Hirata-san's serious expression moved Ayanokoji.
So there really are people in this world who would casually trust others.
"But you have to understand, I can't guarantee you would believe me, and the questions above are completely different from what was mentioned before. I also don't know if this test paper will help you... Moreover, if people find out I bought the test papers, there might be trouble."
Ayanokoji, thinking quickly, brought up Chabashira-san to defend himself.
Hirata-san nodded in understanding.
Carelessly giving such things to others.
If the other party intentionally leaked it,
It might cause unnecessary trouble for Ayanokoji.
"This is my oversight, but the next subject is Japanese language, and there's simply no time to show everyone the answers now, and explaining also takes some time."
Hirata-san was a bit anxious.
The hope of bringing the class back from the brink was right in his hands.
Yet, he couldn't maximize its use.
This made him anxious.
"Then let everyone score poorly on this test, because: failure is determined by the average score."
Average!
Hirata's eyes lit up.
"I understand, let's go back quickly."
There were still thirty seconds; it should be enough time.
Hirata ran like the wind, rushing into the classroom.
Even Karuizawa, who approached to ask him something, was dribbled past by him with a football-like move.
"Listen everyone, I already know the answers to the upcoming tests. I hope everyone can significantly lower their scores on this test, so we can lower the average and prevent anyone from..."
"Hirata, the test is about to begin. Return to your seat."
Chabashira mercilessly drove Hirata off the podium.
Unwilling, Hirata looked at everyone who was still in shock and confusion.
Suddenly, he made a move that shocked everyone.
Thud.
Hirata actually performed a dogeza, kneeling down before everyone on the spot.
"Please trust me this one time."
"Hirata, what are you doing?"
"Hirata-san, please get up."
"I'll trust you, Hirata-san, please get up."
Clap, clap, clap.
Kouenji, who was closest, started clapping.
"Hirata boy, though I don't know what you're trying to do, your courage is admirable. I appreciate such behavior from you, but... kneeling for some incompetent people will only devalue you as a man."
Kouenji's words seemed a bit confusing.
But Hirata understood.
"I don't want to lose any companion here."
Hirata was forcefully pulled to his feet by several girls.
His firm gaze met Kouenji's.
Kouenji straightened his body slightly.
"You are not a saint, you don't need to bear a saint's responsibilities, but... the reason saints are worshipped is because they embrace everyone, isn't it? Hahahahaha, interesting, truly interesting. I can't wait to see your expression of despair, Hirata. Go on, after giving it your all, kneel on the ground again like just now and cry for your foolishness."
Kouenji's laughter this time was different from his usual frivolous tone.
This time, his laughter carried a powerful oppressive force.
Karuizawa, hearing Kouenji mock Hirata, was about to defend Hirata.
But the moment her eyes met Kouenji's, she felt as if she was being stared at by a fierce wolf.
The spine-chilling sensation made Karuizawa unable to utter a single word.
"Though I don't know what happened, from now on, all of you shut your mouths. The test has already begun! Hirata, if you don't return to your seat, are you planning to be disqualified from the test?"
Chabashira coldly sent Hirata back to his seat.
But the corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards.
Things were indeed becoming interesting, just as Kouenji had said.
Amane's gaze turned towards Kouenji.
This man, who was usually unconsciously overlooked.
She didn't expect him to possess such charisma.
Kouenji?
She seemed to have some impression of him.
It looked like Hirata had found a way to save Class D.
But... bringing it out now might already be too late, right?
Amane secretly glanced at Horikita.
Horikita bit her lip.
Her face was filled with unwillingness.
If it had been her just now, would she have knelt in front of everyone and begged them to cooperate with her?
Horikita couldn't imagine herself ever doing that.
Even if she had to kneel, she couldn't accept such a humiliating act in front of everyone.
But Hirata did it.
Perhaps, as her brother said.
She still had a long way to go.
As long as Amane was there, she would definitely be able to continue... Thinking of Amane.
Horikita suddenly realized something was amiss.
Hasn't Amane been a bit too well-behaved lately?
Could she be secretly engaging in some activities behind her back?
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