"Old man, don't underestimate me."
Ryuuen's playful laughter made the man's face flush with embarrassment.
He hadn't expected his sneak attack to be parried by a high school student, and he immediately felt humiliated.
"Let me go!"
The man just instinctively yelled loudly.
He never really expected the other party to listen to him and easily let him go, but Ryuuen, like a good child, obediently released his grip.
The man hesitated for a moment, then chose to turn and run. He knew from that punch that there was a huge disparity in strength between him and the boy in front of him. If he got caught again, he might not be so lucky for the other party to let him go.
"You don't think you can get away, do you? I recorded the entire time you were following them. You perverted old man, just wait to be expelled from school!"
Ryuuen held up his phone and shouted loudly at the man's retreating figure.
Ibuki looked at Ryuuen curiously.
Then she looked at the two bottles of drinks in her hand.
Wasn't he just drinking? When did he start recording?
Perhaps it was a guilty conscience, or perhaps he was afraid of actually being expelled.
The man actually stopped in his tracks.
Ryuuen walked over unhurriedly, looked around, and saw that there were no surveillance cameras in this small alley not far from the restaurant.
And besides the side door of the restaurant, no one would deliberately appear in this place.
The man had, in his panic, run to the most advantageous position for Ryuuen.
Slap!
A crisp slap echoed.
Ryuuen didn't hesitate, slapping the man to the ground.
"Run, go on, show me you can keep running."
Ryuuen squatted in front of the man, revealing a smile that combined cruelty and excitement. He grabbed the man's hair, forcing him to look at him.
What had he done to be deceived by such a simple lie?
Why would he rather endure the humiliation of a high school student than be expelled?
Ryuuen smelled something unusual.
It seemed this weekend wasn't as boring as he thought.
"Please, let me go. I'll do anything as long as you don't tell anyone..."
The man, facing Ryuuen, who was so much younger than him, actually knelt on the ground, begging for mercy incessantly.
Ryuuen was not only unmoved by the man's pleas but sneered instead.
"Anything? Then give me what you just hid in your arms."
Ryuuen had seen the old man kissing something with his own eyes.
He knew without a doubt that it was probably something related to those girls. If it was private photos or some scandalous love letters, he would immediately have leverage over someone.
"Th-that thing is not allowed! That is my love for Shizuku! How, how could I give it to a vulgar person like you who only uses violence?"
The man shouted at Ryuuen with a righteous look.
Ryuuen responded with three merciless punches, instantly knocking the man down so he couldn't even lift his head.
"Vulgar? Hmph, does a pervert who has thoughts about high school girls have the right to call me, Ryuuen Kakeru, vulgar?"
Ryuuen directly took out the item the man had just hidden in his arms.
Opening it, he found that all of them were unopened letters.
The letters bore the man's name, Kusada.
The recipient, however, was Shizuku.
This name made Ryuuen frown.
He didn't remember anyone in the first year having the character 'Shizuku' in their name.
To know more information, he would have to open the letters.
"No, please don't look at those letters! They are all my love… Ah!"
Kusada was kicked in the eye socket, and finally, out of necessity, he quieted down.
"Hey, hey! Ryuuen, what are you doing? What if he… with such heavy hands?"
"If he reports me, I'll make his secret crush on a high school girl known to everyone. By then, the girl he likes might even spit on his face and call him a pervert."
Ryuuen held the letters, a satisfied smile on his face.
It turned out that Sakura Airi from First Year Class D was actually an idol.
Her name was Shizuku, and the idiot crying at his feet right now came to this school just to be with the idol he admired.
How truly ridiculous.
Leaving aside whether this idiot had the financial means to support an idol.
Would someone who could be called an idol even look at this good-for-nothing idiot? Don't joke.
Ryuuen Kakeru stopped dreaming such unrealistic dreams back in kindergarten.
"Eh?"
Ibuki's expression turned ugly.
Clearly, she was disgusted and found it hard to accept that Kusada had a crush on a girl the same age as her.
"You're lucky you ran into me. If you had met anyone else, they would have sent you, old man, to the police station. You have pretty good luck, I must say."
Rip—!!!
One by one, the confession letters were torn to shreds by Ryuuen right in front of him.
Kusada lay on the ground, crying over his helplessness, but it was futile.
He could only watch as Ryuuen tore up almost all the letters.
When he tore the last one.
Ryuuen suddenly thought of something.
He put the letter away.
"Ibuki, let's go."
"Alright, alright."
Ibuki glanced at the still crying Kusada and quickly followed Ryuuen's pace.
When she finally walked side-by-side with Ryuuen.
She suddenly caught a glimpse of Ryuuen's cruel smile.
"With this, we can watch a good show. I hope Miyako Amane doesn't disappoint me."
Ryuuen hated remembering people's names. In his opinion, only names with value were worthy of Ryuuen Kakeru remembering.
But the name Miyako Amane, even if he deliberately tried to forget it, would inexplicably pop up at his happiest moments to ruin his mood.
Not only was he scammed out of 400,000 points by her and that girl from Class B—what was her name again?—but later, when he tried to be clever, she outmaneuvered Ryuuen, causing him to lose another 50,000 private points down the drain.
Although Class C had a stronger foundation than Class D, it couldn't withstand Ryuuen's level of wastefulness.
At that time, Yamada was still resisting him, and his mistake almost made all his previous plans go to waste.
Fortunately, he had now subdued Yamada Albert.
Next, Ryuuen planned to seriously contend with Amane.
"Are you still going to provoke that guy? Although she seems a bit unreliable, from all the information we've gathered, isn't she the type that's super difficult to deal with?"
Ibuki got a headache just hearing Amane's name. The first time, it was because Amane caught her with leverage, and Ryuuen was blackmailed out of so many points to protect her. Thinking about this, Ibuki's teeth ached with anger.
But if it came to deliberately targeting Amane, Ibuki didn't feel confident either.
"The harder she is to deal with, the more I must swing my sword at her. Only by probing the behavior of threatening people at the beginning can we avoid being caught off guard by suddenly rising individuals later on. To put it another way, even if we fail, it's just paying tuition… Class D doesn't have the strength to step on us to rise."
Ryuuen's confidence infected Ibuki beside him.
Although she didn't like Ryuuen's way of doing things, Ryuuen gave her the feeling that with him around, there was nothing he wouldn't dare to do.
Perhaps under Ryuuen's leadership, Class C could also reach Class A one day… "Achoo! Achoo!"
Amane, who was walking along the road, suddenly sneezed twice.
Airi, who was eating cotton candy nearby, immediately looked over with concern.
"Amane, are you catching a cold? Although it's already summer, it's still quite cold at night, so you should pay more attention to staying warm."
At night… staying warm for that kind of thing is hard.
"Why do I feel like someone is talking about me? How strange."
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