"So, Mashima-sensei... that thing... it exists, right?"
In the faculty office, Fuyuji Mikage sat backwards on a chair, tilted it back, lowered his voice, and asked Mashima Tomonari in a furtive whisper.
Mashima Tomonari fell silent for a mont, then turned his head and continued preparing his teaching materials.
"It does not!"
"Don't lie to . It absolutely does!"
"As the horoom teacher, you should generously tell —the thod to pass the midterm exam with one hundred percent certainty!" Fuyuji Mikage stated with absolute conviction.
"Just where did you get the idea that such a thing exists?"
Even Mashima Tomonari was starting to crack. He clearly hadn't even given any hints in that direction. How could he still manage to figure out that there was a thod to cheat?
Fuyuji Mikage gave a cold laugh. "Even in our Class A, there are several students hovering dangerously on the edge. In Class D, needless to say, there's bound to be a huge pile who can't even clear the passing line. I've been to the second and third-year areas to scout things out. There are barely any cases of people getting expelled over this. So, there must be so thod to pass the exam with absolute certainty."
"..."
Having said his piece, Fuyuji Mikage revealed an increasingly excited grin. "Let's see which bastard dares to mock my nine points in Japanese again. After the exams are over, I'm going to mock them right back, rcilessly!"
"Co on, as the horoom teacher of our Class A, you should properly give your own class a little special treatnt. Quietly hand the exam paper, or just the answers. I only need the answers for the Japanese subject. Of course, if possible, giving the Social Studies subject along with it would be best."
It is precisely because I am your horoom teacher that I don't want to tell you this, alright?
Mashima Tomonari wailed internally.
For a person who neither burns incense on ordinary days nor clings to the Buddha's feet even at the last mont, the midterm exam was his only chance to turn over a new leaf and nd his ways.
Mashima Tomonari, with his wealth of teaching experience, deeply understood this point.
Watching Fuyuji Mikage's increasingly warped grin, he felt an imnse headache.
This student, clearly so intelligent and with such excellent abilities—why on earth did he have to apply his powers of observation to this kind of thing?
"Cough, cough. Fuyuji-kun," upholding his duty as a teacher, Mashima Tomonari decided to steer this student back onto the right path. He spoke with a serious face, "I've looked over your exam paper. In Japanese, there's actually no major problem. It's just that your foundation is far too weak. With just a little supplentary tutoring, your scores could improve by leaps and bounds."
"That stuff—I can't bring myself to study it!" Fuyuji Mikage said, going berserk.
"Do you understand... that feeling where attending class is like listening to a heavenly scripture?" Fuyuji Mikage gestured with his hands to illustrate. "Using it as material for hypnosis—it's absolutely top-notch!"
No, I don't understand... Mashima Tomonari, who had excelled academically since childhood, silently intoned.
At that mont, a female student with long black hair and a dignified, aloof aura entered the faculty office.
She looked around left and right for a while, as if failing to find her intended target. She glanced at the only two people left in the faculty office, Mashima Tomonari and Fuyuji Mikage, hesitated briefly, then walked toward them.
"Excuse , is Chabashira-sensei here?"
Mashima Tomonari pointed toward one of the counseling rooms. "She went to the counseling room just now. She should be over there."
Right at that mont, Chabashira Sae happened to push the door open and co out, accompanied by Class B's horoom teacher, Hoshinomiya Chie. The two appeared to be chatting? Bickering? Or arguing? It didn't seem to be any of those.
After a simple word of thanks to Mashima Tomonari, she headed in Chabashira Sae's direction.
Fuyuji Mikage tilted his head and leaned his body sideways, watching her long black hair swaying with each step, along with the fluttering hem of her skirt above her knee-high socks.
"Whoa, a beauty with long, straight black hair~ and the ice queen type at that..."
Chabashira Sae, still in the midst of her entanglent, also noticed the female student walking over. She gave a light laugh. "Ah, it's Horikita. If you have sothing to say, co inside." Having said that, she turned around and reopened the counseling room door she had just closed.
"Little Sae, don't be so distant. Let listen in too..." Hoshinomiya Chie seed unwilling to let Chabashira Sae slip away so easily, clinging to her and wanting to follow inside.
After the two had tangled a while longer, another person entered the faculty office: Ichinose Honami from Class B.
"Hoshinomiya-sensei, could I take up a bit of your ti? I have sothing to say regarding the Student Council."
Ichinose Honami's arrival put an end to the two teachers' continued entanglent. Hoshinomiya Chie sowhat helplessly let Chabashira Sae leave and walked with Ichinose Honami towards her own desk.
When passing by Fuyuji Mikage, Ichinose Honami waved at him in a friendly manner, her smile silent and sweet.
Fuyuji Mikage returned the smile and waved back, then turned his head back, his expression solemn. "Mashima-sensei, let us continue."
"Mm."
Mashima Tomonari nodded gravely, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
The two, having contentedly enjoyed the spectacle, comnced their second great battle.
Twenty minutes later, Fuyuji Mikage stord out of the faculty office, brimming with indignation.
"Damn it! That sadistic robot of a teacher actually defended against all my offensives and even turned the tables on , suppressing with righteousness, saying sothing like 'A teacher's sacred duty does not permit to do such a thing'?"
Fuyuji Mikage stopped walking and looked down at the old, worn-out notebook that Mashima Tomonari had dug out and given to him.
"What's this? Snape's potions notebook? Fla Mantra? Will it work? He's not just palming off so Yellow-rank Fla Blowing Palm to screw over, is he?"
According to Mashima Tomonari, this notebook was a compilation of the essence of what he had learned in high school, later supplented and revised with university knowledge. Every year, he would take it out and refine it further. As long as Fuyuji Mikage could comprehend even a fraction of it, he could sweep across the battlefields of Advanced Nurturing High School exams unhindered!
"Is that for real?"
Fuyuji Mikage flipped it open, half-believing and half-doubtful. Inside, there were indeed notes for various subjects, all sorts of question types, problem-solving approaches, and highlighted key introductions. So problems even had original solutions created by him.
Only...
Fuyuji Mikage continued flipping further back. Why did the Japanese content beco progressively sparser towards the end, while the English content multiplied?
Could it be that he also later found Japanese too boring and subconsciously reduced the number of Japanese problems?
But my English is actually okay... Fuyuji Mikage sank into contemplation.
After standing blankly for a mont, Fuyuji Mikage took out his phone.
One notebook was still not safe enough. Shiraishi Mama's help could only guarantee a passing grade. To thoroughly wash away his disgrace, he decided to add one more layer of insurance.
The thod to ensure all students could pass—there was only one: obtaining the answers to the exam!
Though he didn't know the specific thod through which it was achieved, he just needed to find soone who knew the truth and ask.
The Mashima Tomonari route was a dead end. But now that the gag order was over, he still had one other candidate.
He lit up the screen and dialed a number.
"Hey, Senpai, are you free?"
"I'm generally quite free at this hour. More to the point, how co you have the ti to call your Senpai?"
A sowhat leisurely voice ca through, mixed with the sound of so noisy music. She was probably passing ti in the open-air area of Keyaki Mall.
"Senpai, do you have the answers to the first-year midterm exams?" Fuyuji Mikage got straight to the point.
"Oh~ So it's already that ti. To think you'd need that kind of thing... your grades aren't any good, Kouhai?"
Fuyuji Mikage's face was expressionless. "I got a nine in Japanese."
The next second, uninhibited laughter barreled straight through the phone and into Fuyuji Mikage's skull.
"So, Senpai, I'm begging you. If you don't help , I'll have no choice but to drop out." Fuyuji Mikage attempted to launch an emotional offensive.
"No way!"
Kiryuin Fuka's voice was resolute, without a shred of hesitation.
Fuyuji Mikage asked in disbelief, "I'm about to be expelled, and you still won't help ? Didn't you say I was the Kouhai who admires you?"
"Then, do you admire ?"
"..." That's just killing the conversation dead, Senpai.
"Haha, just kidding. I truly don't have that kind of thing. Rather than racking my brain to morize test answers, I might as well just write them out myself—it'd be faster."
"Senpai, those words are like a knife to the heart..."
"Don't worry, I won't let you get expelled. I'll co tutor you and sort out your grades. In exchange, you'll accompany on a shopping trip this weekend. That's that!"
Fuyuji Mikage's body gave a violent jolt. He hurriedly replied, "Senpai, you don't need to trouble yourself, I've already— Hello? Hey!"
"Beep... Beep... Beep..."
The rciless beeping sound from the phone drenched Fuyuji Mikage through with bone-chilling cold.
Senpai, I hadn't finished speaking yet.
I beg you, spare my worthless life...
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