A few minutes later, Horikita Suzune walked past Fuyuji, her head hung low in dejection. She was practically a different person from the aloof, dignified girl who had walked into the faculty office earlier.
Although she didn't appear to have suffered any physical injuries, the wounds to her heart were probably the most severe.
As if having noticed Fuyuji, who had been walking together with the President just earlier, Horikita stopped in her tracks. One hand pressed against her other arm as she lingered in place.
Fuyuji took another gulp of his cola and looked at her with puzzlent.
That conflicted expression, as if she wanted to leave yet couldn't bring herself to...
Could it be that she's waiting for to strike up a conversation with her?
Just then, his phone vibrated suddenly. The screen lit up.
[Horikita Manabu: I ant for you to take her to get her wounds looked at.]
Damn! And here I thought you'd already left. Never imagined you'd be hiding in so damp, shady corner peeping, are you?
Also, aren't you the one who hit her like this? What kind of weird quirk is this? Or are you actually so twisted siscon?
In that case, you and that Blond Senpai really are six of one, half a dozen of the other. Not only do you have to star in that annual tragic drama with Blond Senpai, you've also got to star in an annual dostic violence ethics drama with your own little sister.
However...
A cold sneer surfaced on Fuyuji's face. Right in front of Horikita, his fingers tapped away at the screen.
[When Will Light Return: Senpai, my ti is very precious. Every day, I must battle wits and courage with my fated nesis. I must also rack my brains and exhaust my mind for the advancent of my class. On top of that, I scored a re nine points in Japanese. To avoid expulsion, I have to go to tutoring every single day.]
To sum it up: I'm very expensive. Gotta pay more!
Another mont passed. President's transfer notification ca late.
[Ding! 200,000 Points Deposited!]
[When Will Light Return: Wait, why are you giving less and less? You're the Student Council President. This is your little sister, right? Which is more important to you, your sister or money?]
[Horikita Manabu: Being Student Council President doesn't an I possess a lot of points.]
Fuyuji's fingers, just about to continue haggling, stopped. His mouth twitched as he looked at the information on the phone screen. The sense of poverty oozing between the lines...
Could it be... that this one million is actually the entirety of his ager personal savings?
This Student Council President role is way too degrading. Fuyuji had heard that Blond Senpai's side possessed points reaching the tens of millions.
The mont he thought about the miserable life of a man with empty pockets, he couldn't bear it.
[When Will Light Return: How about... I transfer so back to you?]
[Horikita Manabu: No need. Since I've already transferred them to you, it ans I've agreed to this transaction. There's no principle of taking them back. If possible, knock so sense into Suzune for ...]
[When Will Light Return: Apologies. ddling in other people's family affairs is not within the scope of my services. From what I can see, you two seem to be quite enjoying yourselves. One's willing to strike, and the other's willing to take it.]
[Horikita Manabu: Suit yourself. Just rember to take her to get checked. And don't say I told you to.]
[When Will Light Return: ok]
After placing his phone back in his pocket, Fuyuji, having received his mission commission, didn't act in a hurry. He draped both hands over the back of the chair and watched Horikita, still standing frozen opposite him, with keen interest.
He'd already figured it out. This girl, just like her brother, one hundred percent had business with him. However, that cold, aloof temperant wouldn't allow her to lower her pride. So she was waiting for him to initiate conversation.
Sora wa dou ka na!
I, Fuyuji Mikage, take the greatest pleasure in saying NO to self-important won like this!
Let's see just how long she can stand there.
On the desolate school road, a man and a woman stared at each other. A gust of wind swept up the fallen leaves between them. Both remained utterly silent, as if playing a ga where whoever spoke first would lose.
After hesitating for a long while, Horikita finally struck up a conversation.
"Um... I'm Horikita Suzune from Class 1-D."
Having won the ga, Fuyuji's voice beca cheerful. "Hello. Fuyuji Mikage from Class 1-A. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Class A... So it's true, I must rise to Class A after all..."
After muttering to herself for a mont, Horikita looked at Fuyuji and bit her lip. "Um... my brother... just now, nothing happened here..."
"..." These two siblings really are a bizarre pair. One a brocon, the other a siscon. The siscon beats his sister. The brocon, even after being beaten, still protects her brother.
"He already did this to you, and you still care about your brother's reputation?"
"This isn't my brother's fault. It's..." Horikita's eyes dimd. "...my problem..."
"You two siblings really are amusing. Also, are you sure it's okay not to get that looked at?" Fuyuji pointed at the abrasions on her palm.
"I'll take care of this myself later. In any case, don't speak of today's events to anyone. Na your terms." Horikita gritted her teeth. "Whatever it is... points are also acceptable."
After she finished speaking, Horikita added one more line, like a deflating balloon, "If the amount is too large... it will have to wait a few months."
Actually, your brother and I get along quite well... financially speaking...
"Anything at all is fine?" Fuyuji asked in a teasing tone.
"Are you thinking sothing indecent?" Horikita's gaze turned icy, as if flipping a switch.
"Relax." Fuyuji smiled and waved a hand. "I'm not interested in the cold-as-ice type like you. Besides, your brother and I are, provisionally speaking, friends."
Having said that, he stood up, tossed the cola can into the trash with a thud, and walked straight towards the school building.
"If you want to keep my mouth shut, then follow ."
"You—"
Horikita still wanted to say sothing but was completely blocked by Fuyuji's line: "Or is it that you don't trust your brother's judgnt?" She had no choice but to reluctantly follow his footsteps.
Along the way, Horikita's gaze was complex as she watched the back of this self-proclaid friend of her brother. She naturally knew this person was her brother's friend; otherwise, her brother wouldn't have responded to his questions earlier.
Finally, Horikita couldn't hold back any longer and voiced her question.
"How did you and my brother co to know each other? Was it... because of your status as Class A?"
"How is that possible? If the Student Council President judged a person based on their status, I'd have to reconsider whether to be friends with him at all. As for how we t, you could say a senpai from the upper grades introduced us."
"What were you and my brother chatting about on your phones just now?"
"You actually noticed that?"
"The change in your eyes before and after was far too obvious."
"Oh? Is that so? Seems I'm still too easy to read."
"Are all Class A students at your level?"
"No. I'm rely the most ordinary mber— We're here."
Horikita looked up. The doorplate clearly bore the three large characters for the Infirmary.
"Hoshinomiya-sensei, don't rush off just yet. There's a wounded patient here I need you to take a look at."
Fuyuji preemptively blocked Hoshinomiya Chie, who was already preparing to leave for the day.
"Honestly, Weirdo-kun from Class A. Couldn't you have co five minutes later? It's already quitting ti." Hoshinomiya's movents in packing up the equipnt halted. Her face was full of reluctance.
"Anyway, Sensei, after you get off work, you're just going to find a place to drink. Might as well help her look at her wounds."
Fuyuji shifted his body aside, revealing Horikita behind him.
"Whoa there." Hoshinomiya's attitude instantly changed. A smile hung on her face as she said, "Isn't this Horikita-san from Little Sae's class? How did you get hurt? Quick, co inside."
Horikita frowned, and her tone imdiately beca unfriendly. "I believe I said I would handle this myself."
"..."
As expected, her personality is worlds apart from the President. One is deeply concerned about the Student Council's system, willing to spend points just to test Fuyuji's abilities to prevent Nagumo Miyabi from running wild. The other desperately resists anyone getting close, preferring to treat her own wounds rather than co to the infirmary. No wonder the President has such a headache over this little sister.
However, for the sake of one million, I'll let it slide for now.
Fuyuji raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware your family had a habit of going back on your word."
"I—"
Horikita was once again choked up by Fuyuji. The cold, chilling aura that usually served her so well seed to have completely lost its effect on him.
Of course, Fuyuji could feel the cold air radiating from this girl. But how could re cold air possibly dispel the burning passion of his one million?
Hoshinomiya, carrying the dical kit, tily stepped in to smooth things over. She said with a smiling face, "Alright, alright. You can argue later. Let's get those wounds looked at first."
Having said that, she pulled Horikita over to the sickbed.
Her shoes ca off. Her slender, willowy legs were placed onto the bed. At the junction of black and white, the black knee-high socks were gradually rolled down, inch by inch, along her thigh towards her ankle. The long red lines of the abrasions ford a stark contrast against her fair, white thighs.
Although he wasn't interested in this cold, icy type of girl, Fuyuji, who aspired to beco a connoisseur of beautiful legs, still leaned against the doorfra and quietly appreciated this lovely sight without revealing any emotion.
"This shape of wound... Did Horikita-san trip over sothing and fall to the ground?" Hoshinomiya observed the wounds for a mont and asked casually.
"That..."
The emotionally dejected Horikita clearly hadn't regained her ntal clarity yet. A sentence whirled around in her mouth for a long ti without managing to escape.
"Oh, she got lost staring at so man she likes, tripped over a rock by the roadside, and took a solid tumble right in front of ."
"You—"
Sha and anger seeped from her clear, water-like eyes. This was already who knows how many tis she'd been left speechless, choked up in front of him.
Fuyuji returned her look with a smile.
Is there a problem?
"Horikita-san?" Hoshinomiya covered her mouth and let out a surprised sound. "I thought you were just like Little Sae, completely uninterested in topics of romance."
Horikita clenched her fist, attempting to murder this man with her eyes. But the mont she thought of her own wretched appearance today, her lips quivered a few tis. In the end, she helplessly released her fist, lowered her head, and silently acquiesced to this claim.
I'll rember this. Just you wait!
Tch. Co at if you dare. Let's see if I don't tattle to your brother.
"..."
Horikita stared deathly at this utterly shaless man before her. A sense of frustration and powerlessness she had never felt before surged within her heart.
"Thankfully, it's not too serious. There won't be any scarring."
After simply dressing the wounds, Hoshinomiya put the tools back into the dical kit and instructed, "When you wash up tonight, don't let the wounds touch water. They'll heal in a few days."
"I am aware of that."
After the wounds were treated, Fuyuji once again feasted his eyes on the lovely sight of a girl putting on her knee-high socks.
Fair, white ankles. Well-proportioned calves were gradually enveloped, inch by inch, by the black knee-high socks, until they returned right back up to the area on her thigh bearing the marks of the socks...
Hoshinomiya seed to be in a hurry to go enjoy her nightlife. The instant the two of them stepped out of the infirmary doorway, she quickly locked the door, winked playfully at the two of them, then picked up her bag and scurried away with small, rapid steps.
Stuck with this kind of horoom teacher, no wonder Ichinose ended up exhausted to that degree. Looking at it that way, that sadistic, fake-serious teacher actually turned out to be surprisingly decent.
"Well then, Horikita-san," Fuyuji turned his head, his mission complete, "I trust you can walk back to the dorms on your own?"
"Of course."
"In that case, let us part ways here."
Having achieved his mission objective, Fuyuji had no intention of taking things any further. This girl was just like a hedgehog. Apart from those who could coax open her soft underbelly, anyone who got close would end up with a palm full of bloody pricks.
"Um... Fuyuji-kun." Horikita called out to Fuyuji, who had already started walking away.
"Mm? Is there sothing else?"
After standing in place and remaining silent for a while, Horikita finally said in a low voice, "Please... tell my brother thank you for ."
"So you actually knew."
"The way you're completely uninterested in doesn't seem like an act. That ans it could only be my brother who told you to do this."
"Oh ho, I see." Fuyuji nodded with his arms folded, wearing an expression of sudden enlightennt. "Truly a formidable deduction. Seems my acting skills still need work. But, wouldn't it be fine to just send him a ssage yourself?"
The hallway fell into another long stretch of silence.
The corner of Fuyuji's mouth twitched. Struggling to hold it in, he said, "Don't tell you two don't even have each other added as friends."
Horikita shook her head. "He never replies to my ssages."
This girl really takes the cake. To strangers, she's vicious to that degree. But toward her own brother, she's practically a little lamb waiting to be butchered.
When she gets married in the future, is it going to be just like this too? Facing her deeply beloved husband, the helpless wife hiding in the closet—that kind of ero-ani plot.
"Are you thinking sothing rude again?" Horikita's voice sharpened.
"No, no, no. How could that be?" Fuyuji cleared his throat a couple of tis and laughed dryly.
"In that case, tell him yourself. After all, you figured it out yourself."
He took out his phone, opened the chat page with the President, and tossed it to Horikita.
Most of his communication with Class A was offline, so there wasn't much intel worth revealing. Other important things were locked behind passwords he'd set up. Add to that he was watching from the side, handing it over to Horikita didn't really matter. Besides, he didn't believe this girl was the type to casually snoop through other people's chat logs.
"This..."
Horikita fell into hesitation once more. She instinctively rejected anything coming from outside, yet in her heart, she truly wanted to have a proper chat with the President.
"Yes or no?" Fuyuji reiterated, extending his hand as if to take back his phone. "If you don't want it, I'm taking it back."
"I do!"
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