You Will Regret This Ichinose! [120]

Today, an overcast sky hung over Advanced Nurturing High School—a rare sight.

Gone was the usual clear blue expanse; in its place, thick gray clouds stretched endlessly, veiling the sky in a dim, heavy atmosphere. Rays of sunlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, casting fragmented patterns of light below. The air carried a damp, cool sensation, starkly different from the dry heat of the sunlit days prior.

The girls were in high spirits, excitedly discussing plans to take advantage of the cloudy weather—where to go, which new stores had just opened, and what latest fashion arrivals had hit the racks.

Meanwhile, the boys’ side of the room was just as simple-minded as always.

Kanzaki Ryūji, the chief strategist and renowned micro-management expert of Class B, was once again leading the boys in ranking the top athletic students across all classes.

Kanzaki Ryūji: “Alright, let’s settle this—who’s the strongest athlete in our year?”

They had done this before, but upon reflection, their previous ranking seemed to overestimate the competition and undermine their own class. So, naturally, a new list was necessary.

Hamaguchi Tetsuya: “Hmm? It’s gotta be Shibata, right?”

Watanabe: “Depends on the situation… but yeah, I’d say Shibata. That’s just my personal opinion, though.”

Sumida: “Isn’t it Shibata? But if we consider the people who aren’t actively competing, the rankings might shift a little.”

At that moment, someone raised an objection.

“But what about Hirata? He’s pretty damn strong too.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding. Shibata would destroy Hirata. He’s always said he runs faster than Hirata in soccer practice.”

“Running fast doesn’t mean you have more raw strength. I’m backing Hirata on this one.”

“I don’t know who’s stronger, but Hirata’s grades are definitely better than Shibata’s.”

Shibata Sō let out a deep sigh, his face dark with frustration.

“Oi, can you guys knock it off?!”

“What’s the rush? We’re helping you.”

Despite how irrelevant this was to their actual performance in the Sports Festival, the Class B boys remained utterly enthusiastic about their bug-fighting-level debates.

Uesugi Gen, for his part, had a serious complaint about the situation.

“Unacceptable. How could they start this ranking war without inviting me? Do they even acknowledge me as their Class President?”

Also, he personally believed that Hirata might actually be stronger than Shibata.

Just as Uesugi was about to step in and add to the chaos, his phone suddenly rang.

[Horikita Manabu]

Upon seeing the name, Uesugi’s immediate response was—

Pretend not to hear it.

Without hesitation, he silently lowered the phone’s volume to the minimum.

Nothing good ever comes from that four-eyed demon calling me. It’s either work, work, or more work.

However, his flawless evasion strategy was abruptly thwarted when a delicate hand reached out, snatched his phone, and answered the call.

Ichinose then handed the phone back to him with a smile.

“If you’re going to sit in this seat, you have to take responsibility. That includes handling my share too, Gen-kun.”

Of course, she had been sitting next to him the whole time. That’s exactly why the rest of the class had abandoned him to go fight over rankings.

Uesugi sighed.

“I owe you one.”

Well… it’s only fair, considering I basically erased her chances of joining the Student Council when I took the spot myself.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Alright, Senpai, what do you need? If this is about work, let me stop you right there—not happening.”

On the other end of the line, Horikita Manabu’s calm and composed voice responded:

“The Student Council received a report of a violent altercation today. I figured you might be interested.”

Uesugi raised an eyebrow.

“Hmm? Let me guess—Ryūen beat someone up, and now they’re filing a complaint against him?”

Lately, Ryūen Kakeru had been obsessively hunting for that masked voyeur who had haunted his thoughts for weeks. He hadn’t gotten into any actual fights yet—but just standing there, staring down the three infamous idiots of D-Class, had been enough to scare them into practically never leaving their dorms.

Manabu paused slightly before replying,

“…It does involve Ryūen. However, this time—he’s the one filing the complaint.”

Uesugi’s interest skyrocketed.

“Oh? So he got his ass kicked again? Who was it this time?”

“Hirata Yōsuke. Today, the Student Council received a formal complaint from Ryūen Kakeru, stating that Hirata assaulted him.”

“…???”

Uesugi felt like his ears had stopped working.

“Hold up. Let me confirm this. You’re saying Hirata beat up Ryūen? Not the other way around?”

His disbelieving voice instantly filled the classroom.

The moment the words left his mouth, Class B froze.

Hirata? Beating up Ryūen?

How did those three words even belong in the same sentence?

The boys of Class B exchanged glances.

Within seconds, they rewrote their athlete rankings.

“Alright, the results are clear—Hirata > Shibata. No debate.”

“Yes,” Manabu confirmed. “Hirata Yōsuke allegedly assaulted Ryūen Kakeru. Are you interested? If so, I’ll leave this case to you.”

Uesugi sucked in a sharp breath.

Hirata beat up Ryūen?
Since when did the world become this insane?

It was like Ichinose suddenly deciding to expel half the student body in one go—utterly ridiculous.

“Fine. I’ll handle it. But you’ll be there too, right?”

Uesugi was curious—because if Suzune was going to be involved, that meant this hidden siscon of a brother would definitely be lurking in the background to observe.

“Yes. I’ll be attending as a spectator. The meeting will be held this Saturday at 10 AM in the Student Council Conference Room. Be there.”

With that, Horikita Manabu hung up without another word.

“Uesugi, there’s got to be more to this, right? Hirata wouldn’t do something like this.”

Shibata had come over, looking concerned. Since both he and Hirata were on the soccer team, it made sense that he’d want to check in.

Uesugi simply shook his head.

“No… I think it’s real.”

That mild-mannered, good-natured guy—even he had an unseen side.

Uesugi tilted his head back, staring at the overcast sky.

He recalled the time Hirata had nearly broken down when begging for points.
And how, after the locker room incident, the three idiots had been relentlessly targeted by Ryūen.

Maybe, just maybe—

Ryūen had just stepped on a hidden landmine.

Just then, another call came in.

[Kushida Kikyo]

She usually only contacted him at night, never during the day.

Clearly, this was about Hirata. Given his popularity in D-Class, this situation wasn’t just affecting a few people.

Uesugi answered.

“Hey, Kushida. This about Hirata?”

“As expected of you, Uesugi-kun! You figured it out instantly~”

Her overly sweet voice sent a shiver down his spine.

“Fine. After school. Palette Café.”

As soon as he hung up, Uesugi turned—only to see Ichinose smiling at him.

No need to ask.

He already knew exactly what she wanted.

Grabbing her hand, he sighed.

“Fine. You’re coming too.”

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