Chapter 289 The 800 Million Point Promotion Plan
"You bastard! What do you think you're doing!!"
Ryuen Kakeru fell in a panic. Because both hands were busy protecting his "base," he had no support when he hit the ground, causing a sharp, agonizing pain in his tailbone!
"See? No matter how strong your willpower is, it can't withstand a single punch from me," Hachiman mocked.
"Pah!" Ryuen cursed loudly. "You despicable dog!"
Hachiman countered, "And your four-on-one group beating isn't despicable?"
"That's called strategy!" Ryuen spoke with such conviction one had to wonder how his brain was wired.
"And then?
You didn't call me here just to let me laugh at you, did you?"
To lure him out, Ryuen had actually sent a photo of himself beaten into a "pig's head"—he really went all out! Hachiman knew perfectly well it was a trap to draw him out, but he couldn't help it; the photo was just too hilarious. If he didn't mock Ryuen to his face, Hachiman definitely wouldn't be able to sleep.
"Hmph!
Your twisted sense of humor is far too easy to predict."
Ryuen wasn't happy at all about seeing through Hachiman's thoughts for the first time. After all, he was the one who had looked like a fool. Since the price had been paid, he had to bite the bullet and proceed.
Ryuen pulled out his phone and opened an encrypted folder, but he didn't hand it over immediately.
"Before that, I have to ask you a question.
If you used your full strength, over these three years at school, what is the maximum amount of points you could swindle?"
Hachiman's mouth twitched. "Hey now, don't talk like I'm some villain who goes around cheating and kidnapping."
"Cut the crap!" Ryuen laughed out of sheer annoyance. "You know better than anyone whether you're a good person or a bad one!"
From him alone, the other party had extorted nearly 7 million individual points, and to this day, Class C still had to pay him a monthly tribute of 600,000 points.
Hachiman mimicked Ryuen's tone and replied righteously, "That's called strategy."
"Enough! Stop disgusting me and give me a real number!" Ryuen looked fed up.
"If we're talking about the tens of millions, I could just do what I'm doing now—use the Special Exams as opportunities and... get a few classes to sign contracts," Hachiman estimated internally. "But if you want to collect hundreds of millions, you'd have to target the other grades."
In principle, class competitions at Advanced Nurturing High School were limited to the same grade. But there was no rule stating you couldn't target classes from different year levels!
"Heh! It seems you aren't satisfied with just being the Demon King of the first years; you've actually thought about moving against the second and third years!"
A strange laugh escaped the corner of Ryuen's mouth. "No wonder. After all, you're the man brave enough to steal the Student Council President's woman!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hachiman corrected him sternly. "Nazuna-senpai and Nagumo are just normal childhood friends!"
"Maybe, but in everyone else's eyes, you definitely cuckolded that blondie." Ryuen was being sarcastic.
"I don't give a damn what others think." Hachiman looked dismissive.
"Fair point. I like your reckless style." Ryuen gave him a rare compliment and handed over the phone.
"The 800 Million Point Promotion Plan?"
Hachiman glanced at the title of the encrypted file and instantly understood Ryuen's ultimate goal.
"You plan to move everyone in Class C to Class A?
Haha~ Look at you, Ryuen. To think you have such a hot-blooded side."
Hachiman stared at him with a strange look. In a way, this guy was the same type of person as Hirata Yousuke.
"Tch!
Don't go comparing me to others!"
Ryuen didn't know who Hachiman was comparing him to, but no matter who it was, he wouldn't admit it!
"I have my own methods. As the boss, it's only natural to lead your underlings to become the strongest, isn't it?"
The reason Ryuen could rule Class C wasn't entirely due to his martial prowess. It was because he could make everyone believe he was capable of leading the class to Class A.
However, objectively speaking, the comprehensive level of Class C students made it very difficult to defeat other classes in a direct confrontation. Take this final exam, for example; the written portion tested academic ability. No matter what dirty tricks Class C pulled, they couldn't beat Class A or B, and they might even lose to Class D by accident.
That's why Ryuen thought of a different path: collecting a massive amount of points to buy their way up. Of course, it was an extremely exaggerated plan!
"I've done the math.
Excluding those who have been expelled, there are about 450 students across all three grades. If I can squeeze an average of 100,000 points from each person every month, that's 45 million! Over a year, that's 540 million!!"
Ryuen pointed to the spreadsheet on the phone, continuing excitedly: "These are the class point data I investigated for the senpai."
Leaving Class C and D aside, the scores for Class A and B were both over 1500 points. The third-year students were nearly at 2000 points. In other words, theoretically, the upperclassmen were flush with "fat" and were perfect targets for swindling...
"I think you're dreaming!" Hachiman sneered. "Why do you think others are idiots who will just let you fleece them?"
"Don't I have you?" Ryuen winked at him.
"Swindling is your specialty. Besides, you're in the Student Council, and the Student Council has the power to participate in setting exam rules.
Arrange a few rewards similar to the 'VIP' exam and we can fleece this shitty school together!"
Excluding the absent Sakayanagi Arisu, if all four classes achieved Result 1, it could generate a total of 85 million+ individual points! Even if those points were scattered among students of different classes, it was still meaningful. After all, the premise of a "pig-butchering" scam is to fatten the pigs first, right?
"I think you're overthinking it.
I'm just the Chairman of the Discipline Committee. My job is to enforce discipline; I have no authority to participate in Student Council decision-making." Hachiman told the truth.
Currently, the Student Council was firmly controlled by Nagumo Miyabi; there was no room for him to intervene.
"Then just take down the current President, shouldn't you?"
Ryuen finally revealed his hand, speaking gloomily: "I will lead Class C to assist you in crushing that blondie. In return, once you become the Student Council President, you must fully support my 800 Million Point Plan!"
'Look at you, Ryuen. You've actually learned how to manipulate people!'
"I refuse." Hachiman shook his head. "Though I have some friction with Nagumo, it hasn't reached a 'life or death' stage."
"Tch! You clearly have great strength, yet you're never willing to take the initiative. Even with women, you're the same..."
These words sparked a nameless fire in Hachiman. His face darkened. "Ryuen, stop meddling in my business!"
"Ooh~ Did I hit a nerve?"
Ryuen looked as if he had won a round, his face full of smugness. He picked up his cane and forced himself to stand. "I'm not interested in your rich love life. I just don't want to be hindered by such boring emotions on the road to promotion.
Let's end today's talk here.
There's plenty of time anyway. You can think about it slowly."
Ryuen turned to leave, a confident smile on his face as if he were certain Hachiman would eventually agree!
"Tch!
Why is everyone so annoying?"
Hachiman leaned against the railing alone, overlooking the school. To have so much nonsense in just the first year... he had two more years to go. He didn't dare imagine how much more trouble was waiting for him!
Only three days left of winter break. The third semester was about to arrive. Let him enjoy these last moments of peace.
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The next day.
After finishing his Student Council work, Hachiman went to the Martial Arts Club for the first time in a long while. He had a hearty sparring session with President Mutou.
"President, I give up..." Hachiman sprawled powerlessly on the floor.
"Haha! Good job, Hikigaya." President Mutou slapped his shoulder heartily. "I thought you'd slack off on your training after joining the Student Council, but it seems I worried for nothing."
"Can't be helped. There are too many combat-hungry lunatics in this school. To protect myself, I have to keep my physical condition as high as possible."
Seeing Ryuen being beaten into a pig's head gave Hachiman a bit of a sense of crisis.
"True.
A perfectly good high school turned into some vocational school brawler's paradise." President Mutou seemed to open up, continuing to complain: "You're only a first-year. There are plenty more physical Special Exams coming up later."
"President, does that count as leaking information...?" Hachiman instinctively scanned his surroundings.
"Relax, this is my turf. No one's going to report it. Besides, I'm a third-year with only one semester left; do I look like I'm afraid of losing points?"
President Mutou was a student of Third Year Class C. The point gap was too large, and promotion was hopeless. Moreover, he planned to go to a sports university, so he wasn't very interested in the Class A guaranteed admission.
"With your ability, President, even if you don't graduate from Class A, you can get into a good university on your own merit." Truly powerful people can often step outside the rules and forge their own path.
"Heh! You sure have a way with words. No wonder you caught Asahina's eye."
President Mutou teased, "By the way, quite a few girls even in our third-year class are interested in you. How about it? Want me to introduce a few senpais? Their looks might not compare to the ones around you, but their figures are very... lush..."
Classic athlete dialogue—too much testosterone, never more than two sentences away from a dirty joke.
"Please spare me, President!"
Introduce more? Hachiman expressed that he was already busy enough dealing with the girls currently around him.
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