Nagumo Miyabi lost, so naturally, he had to fulfill the agreement and directly give Shikime Natsu another two million private points. Looking at the number on his phone approaching ten million private points, it was truly not bad.
In just over a month since the start of school, he had already obtained nearly ten million private points, and it was entirely his own. He should be considered an extreme rarity, right?
It was just a pity... an 800 million points plan or something like that was still impossible. After all, Shikime Natsu's points came from Nagumo Miyabi, Ryuuen Kakeru, Hoshinomiya Chie, and Sakayanagi Narumori. The wool comes from the sheep; since none of them had 800 million points, Shikime Natsu naturally had no way to get that much.
Without lingering too long, Shikime Natsu turned around and walked toward the classroom door.
As for Nagumo Miyabi...
Shikime Natsu didn't even spare him a fraction of a glance from the corner of his eye.
The victor's humiliation of the loser, a lengthy educational lecture, or condescending mockery... Shikime Natsu did absolutely none of these things.
No, to be precise, this in itself was already the greatest humiliation for Nagumo Miyabi.
In the eyes of this extremely conceited man, being ignored was far more unbearable than being cursed at.
Besides... the things Nagumo Miyabi had done just now, from his smugness when purchasing extra time, to his arrogant domineering when celebrating victory early, to his final dumbfounded daze when facing the facts.
All of this had transformed into the sharpest boomerang, stabbing fiercely back into his own body.
All the emotional feedback had already been multiplied and returned to him as karma.
However arrogant he was just now, that was exactly how much like a clown he looked at this moment.
Shikime Natsu glanced at Horikita Manabu, who was still standing in the classroom with a cold and stern expression.
The Student Council President was currently looking quietly at Nagumo Miyabi, his sharp eyes seemingly brewing something.
It seemed President Horikita was planning to use this opportunity to properly teach this disobedient underclassman a lesson.
Shikime Natsu thought to himself secretly.
After all, Horikita Manabu's and Nagumo Miyabi's ideals had always run completely counter to each other.
Although Horikita Manabu had never been willing to initiate conflicts with Nagumo Miyabi, Nagumo Miyabi was always like a combative rooster, constantly thinking about toppling Horikita Manabu's authority.
And now.
Nagumo Miyabi had taken a massive tumble in front of the first-year underclassman he looked down upon the most, and it was a miserable defeat at that.
At this time, Nagumo Miyabi's mental defenses should have already been completely shattered.
At a time like this, if Horikita Manabu could intervene at the right moment, there might really be a chance to correct Nagumo Miyabi's twisted personality.
This kind of thing could only be accomplished by Horikita Manabu, the person Nagumo Miyabi respected the most in his heart and the target he wanted to surpass the most.
Of course...
Shikime Natsu shrugged in his mind.
With Horikita Manabu's personality, whether he could successfully correct Nagumo Miyabi was truly hard to say.
After all, he couldn't even handle his own awkward-storied sister, Horikita Suzune; one could even say he made a complete mess of it.
Nagumo Miyabi stood blankly in place, watching Shikime Natsu's figure pass by him without even a single extra glance falling on his body.
That feeling... made Nagumo Miyabi extremely displeased.
Nagumo Miyabi clenched his fists tightly.
This was exactly like how he had looked down on Shikime Natsu in the beginning.
Not worthy of being looked at squarely.
Not even qualifying to be an opponent.
This silent contempt made him feel even more humiliated than that previous sentence, "Is getting points deducted worth celebrating?"
"Hey! Shiki!"
Finally, Nagumo Miyabi couldn't hold it in anymore. He jerked his head up and shouted loudly at the back of the figure that was about to walk out of the classroom.
"Could it be... you don't have anything you want to say to me?!"
Hearing this sentence, Shikime Natsu stopped in his tracks.
He slowly turned around, a strange expression appearing on his face.
This guy... is he a masochist?
He clearly lost so uglily, yet he actually took the initiative to ask someone else to humiliate him?
It couldn't be that he was looking to him for comfort, right?
At the thought of this possibility, Shikime Natsu felt a chill all over his body. If he wanted comfort, he should go look for Horikita Manabu; what was he doing looking for him?
Or could it be... this was the aftereffect of being infected by that fraud Yamauchi Haruki?
Shikime Natsu shook his head helplessly, looking at Nagumo Miyabi's face written full of unwillingness and humiliation, and spoke indifferently.
"Say what? Give an acceptance speech?"
"Sorry about that, Nagumo-senpai."
He glanced at the time on his phone, his tone relaxed.
"Rather than wasting precious time on you, saying some meaningless nonsense..."
"I'd be better off going right now to tell Asahina-senpai that I've already defeated you and fulfilled my agreement with her."
Hearing this sentence, Nagumo Miyabi froze rigidly in place.
His face instantly turned deathly pale, and immediately after, it flushed to the color of pork liver; his expression was quite spectacular.
Utterly ruthless! This was absolutely rubbing salt in his wounds!
One had to know, one of their initial wagers was that if Shikime Natsu lost, he could no longer get close to Asahina Nazuna.
This was one of the things Nagumo Miyabi cared about the most.
But now...
Not only did Shikime Natsu win, but he was also going to immediately run over to claim credit from Asahina Nazuna!
One could even say he was using the fact that he defeated him to win over Asahina Nazuna's favor—
To Nagumo Miyabi, this was simply more unbearable than forcing him to swallow a thousand flies.
"You... you..."
Nagumo Miyabi pointed at Shikime Natsu, trembling all over with anger, yet unable to form a complete sentence for a long time.
Shikime Natsu paid no more mind to Nagumo Miyabi's rich internal drama, nor did he have any interest in admiring his exquisitely spectacular array of expressions at this moment.
He turned around and strode out of the classroom with brisk steps.
Walking out of the academic building, the air outside was exceptionally fresh.
The evening sunset spilled onto the school's tree-lined avenues, plating everything in a layer of warm orange-red.
Right at this moment, Shikime Natsu noticed a familiar figure.
Kamuro Masumi was leaning against a large tree outside the academic building, her hands shoved in her pockets, looking down at the fallen leaves on the ground, seemingly waiting for something.
Hearing footsteps, she raised her head.
When she saw Shikime Natsu's smiling face, a trace of relief instantly flashed through the young girl's pale purple eyes.
Although she had known early on that the outcome was destined to be like this—after all, this was Shikime Natsu, that guy who seemed capable of anything, how could he possibly lose to a mere Student Council Vice President?
But... it wasn't until she saw the smile hanging on his face with her own eyes that her suspended heart truly settled down.
"You won?"
Kamuro Masumi straightened her body. Although her tone was still somewhat cold, the slight upward curve at the corners of her mouth exposed her good mood at this moment.
"Yeah, I won."
Shikime Natsu walked up to her and nodded with a smile.
"That's good then."
Kamuro Masumi lightly let out a breath, and then her gaze became serious.
"Then... it's all up to me from here on out."
There were still about four days left until her showdown with Sakayanagi Arisu over the weekend.
"Relax, just perform at your best, you'll be fine."
Shikime Natsu looked at the girl's somewhat serious eyes and suddenly remembered something.
"Speaking of which... I really have you to thank for this, Masumi."
"?"
Kamuro Masumi froze for a moment, looking at him somewhat uncomprehendingly.
"Thanks to me? What do you mean?"
"Thanks to the milk you gave me yesterday and this morning."
Shikime Natsu pointed at his own head with mock seriousness, his tone sincere.
"After I drank it, I felt my mind clear up quite a bit, and even my thinking speed became faster."
"If it weren't for those two cartons of milk, I might really not have been able to beat Nagumo Miyabi."
"..."
Hearing Shikime Natsu's intensely teasing words, Kamuro Masumi's delicate, fair face instantly flushed completely red, spreading all the way to the roots of her ears.
"W-What nonsense are you spouting?!"
She turned her head away in somewhat of a panic, not daring to look into Shikime Natsu's smiling eyes, and her voice became stuttering.
"Since when does milk have such miraculous effects? That's simply impossible!"
Although she vehemently rebutted verbally, and logic told her this was entirely Shikime Natsu sprouting nonsense.
But... hearing him say this, a warm current inexplicably welled up in Kamuro Masumi's heart.
Did it... really help him?
Even if it was just a one-in-ten-thousand psychological effect, even if it just made his mood a tiny bit better...
This still made her feel as if she had truly participated in his victory, becoming a piece of the strength behind him.
This feeling... didn't seem bad at all; she even felt a little bit happy.
After walking for a distance, Kamuro Masumi suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at Shikime Natsu.
"Um..."
She hesitated for a moment, a trace of expectant light faintly flickering in her purple eyes, sparkling brightly.
"You should... still remember our previous agreement... right?"
Shikime Natsu naturally remembered.
That was about the reward for after she defeated Sakayanagi Arisu.
However... looking at the young girl's cautious, adorable appearance—both expectant and somewhat afraid of disappointment—the mischievous factor in Shikime Natsu's heart suddenly became active again.
He deliberately put on a blank expression and blinked.
"Agreement?"
"What agreement? Did I say something?"
"..."
Hearing these words, the light in Kamuro Masumi's eyes dimmed instantly.
She pursed her lips, lowered her gaze, and unconsciously clenched her hands tightly at her sides, looking quite crestfallen.
"Just kidding."
Just as the girl's mood plummeted to rock bottom, a warm, large hand suddenly covered the top of her head.
"?"
Kamuro Masumi jerked her head up, meeting directly with Shikime Natsu's eyes that were brimming with a smile.
"How could I possibly forget?"
Shikime Natsu gently rubbed her hair; the texture was surprisingly soft and smooth.
"I said that as long as you beat Sakayanagi, I'll promise you one condition."
"You..."
Hearing these words, how could Kamuro Masumi still not know that she had been toyed with by this wicked-hearted guy again?
This guy was absolutely teasing her on purpose.
She glared at Shikime Natsu angrily, but...
Feeling the warm palm on top of her head and that gentle stroking motion, she didn't dodge, nor could she even say a single word of disgust.
Ever since she got sick last time, Shikime Natsu's little interactions with her seemed to have increased.
They had clearly maintained a certain distance between them before, with very little physical contact.
But ever since that time when he pressed his forehead against hers to check her temperature...
Now, he was actually placing his hand on her head so naturally.
This kind of action... wasn't it a bit too intimate?
For Kamuro Masumi, who had been used to keeping to herself since childhood and was even somewhat resistant to the touch of others, this was absolutely an unprecedented experience.
But... the strange thing was, she didn't hate it.
No, or rather...
If it had been her from earlier times, she definitely would have glared at him with the kind of look reserved for trash, disgustedly slapped his hand away, and cursed "disgusting" in passing.
But now... she actually wished this hand could linger a little longer.
That whole "being patted makes you shorter and unable to grow taller" thing... was definitely just a deceptive rumor anyway.
Just as the girl was letting her imagination run wild, even becoming somewhat greedy for this warmth, Shikime Natsu very tactlessly retracted his hand.
"Alright, let's head back."
He looked at Kamuro Masumi with a smile.
Kamuro Masumi felt a void on top of her head, and her heart inexplicably felt a bit lost.
But quickly, she concealed this emotion, glaring at him with a reddened face.
"I know! I know even without you saying it!"
"Also... the thing I told you to remember, you absolutely cannot forget!"
"If you dare to renege on it... I absolutely won't let you off!"
"Of course."
Shikime Natsu chuckled lightly.
Just as they turned a corner, an unexpected figure blocked their path.
Short silver hair flashing with a soft luster under the sunset, a delicate face, and fair skin.
The young girl wore that iconic uniform, a white beret perched on her head, leaning on an exquisite cane in her hand, and the pair of white suspender stockings on her legs were even more eye-catching.
Wasn't this the smug brat, Sakayanagi Arisu?
At this moment, she was standing in the middle of the road, wearing that consistently elegant and mysterious smile on her face, quietly watching the two approaching.
"Ara, it seems..."
Her gaze lingered on Shikime Natsu for a moment, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly.
"Shiki-san has already successfully defeated that Vice President Nagumo, hasn't he?"
"What a truly remarkable track record."
"As expected of the opponent I've taken a liking to."
Hearing this, Shikime Natsu stopped in his tracks, looking at the girl before him, and chuckled lightly.
"You flatter me, Sakayanagi-san."
"However..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a bit of carelessness.
"I don't think I've ever said that I consider you my opponent either."
Sakayanagi Arisu frowned slightly.
This guy...
His words were as unpleasant to hear as always, or one could even say they were infuriating.
Despising her to such an extent right to her face, not even acknowledging her qualifications to be an opponent.
But quickly, she smoothed her brow and recovered that elegant and composed appearance.
She shifted her gaze to Kamuro Masumi at the side, her eyes rippling with a smile once again.
She shook her head gently, her tone filled with absolute confidence.
"Although Shiki-san defeated Vice President Nagumo, this doesn't prove anything."
"Because..."
"The gap between Kamuro-san and myself is not something that can be compared to the gap between Vice President Nagumo and Shiki-san."
"Even with Shiki-san's help, some chasms... are destined to remain uncrossable."
After saying this sentence, she took a deep look at the two of them, then turned around, leaned on her cane, and left with an elegant posture.
Looking at Sakayanagi Arisu's confidently brimming back, Shikime Natsu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
This school's problem children... there really are quite a few of them.
However... isn't this smug brat being a little too excessive? Why does she keep coming to provoke him time and time again?
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