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Just as Akira was about to say something, his phone suddenly vibrated. It was the latest vote count from Kushida.
{I have 17 votes now, and Hirata-kun has 18. As long as he can secure 3 more votes, the class representative position will be decided.}
{Shimizu-kun, although I told you to do nothing before, after all, my reason for keeping you at the coffee shop was because of Koenji-kun.}
{So, could I trouble you to get a vote from Koenji-kun? Just one vote will do. As for Karuizawa-san and those four, I'll figure something out.}
These lines of text made him pause, and a crucial detail suddenly surfaced in his mind.
In that case, Kushida only needed four votes to completely surpass Hirata.
'Wait! Four votes?'
His gaze involuntarily fell on the calm-faced Matsushita and the smiling Karuizawa.
'Their small group has four people... exactly four votes...'
Akira pondered to himself, glancing thoughtfully at Matsushita.
'Interestingly, the one who completely solved Karuizawa's voting problem was this Matsushita, who seemed to be staying out of it.'
'Is this a coincidence, or was it intentional?'
'Indeed... this person is not simple!'
"Kei, who do you think we should vote for? We'll all listen to you, Kushida-san or Hirata-kun? Shimizu-kun, you should also share your opinion." Matsushita suddenly spoke.
"Well..." Karuizawa's eyes flickered, and her gaze fell on Akira. "I'm not too sure either! Shimizu-kun, why don't you go first?"
"Both are suitable." Akira stated his position directly.
In his eyes, their abilities were indeed on par.
Matsushita was slightly startled by his words and gave him a meaningful look.
"In that case..." Karuizawa bit her lower lip lightly. "Let's vote for Kushida-san. It's more beneficial for us girls to have a female class representative. And..."
Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly looked thoughtfully at Akira, recalling how she used to always be around Hirata at the beginning of the school year.
Now that she'd chosen Akira as her reliance, she really shouldn't get too close to another boy.
"...Is that so?" Matsushita's eyes widened slightly. After a brief contemplation, she nodded gently. "Alright, since Kei said so, we'll listen to you."
"Let's go then!" Karuizawa affectionately linked arms with Matsushita, and the two of them left Akira's room.
Akira thought for a moment and simply sent a message to Kushida.
{Karuizawa-san and those four people all voted for you.}
{So your current vote count should be 21 votes, making you officially the class representative of Class D. The voting game is over.}
{Our previous transaction is also completely over.}
In Kushida's dorm room, the cold light of her phone screen illuminated her delicate face, which was slightly frozen in astonishment.
"Eh? Voted for me... four votes?" She stared at the message from Akira, for a moment even doubting if she'd read it wrong.
What happened?
Karuizawa and those four people... all voted for me?
This result was too absurd, so absurd that she even wondered if it was someone's prank.
After all, just a few days ago, Karuizawa was still putting on that disgusting arrogant facade.
"It must be something Shimizu-kun did..." she murmured to herself.
Indeed, during the first week, images of Karuizawa frequently approaching Akira flashed back in her mind, and she even joined the boxing club...
At this moment, her phone suddenly vibrated continuously.
Karuizawa Kei, Matsushita Chiaki, Sato Maya, Mori Nene—transfer notifications from four people arrived one after another, each for twenty-five thousand points.
The class fees received these days totaled five hundred twenty-five thousand points. A total of twenty-one votes.
This number made her heart rate suddenly accelerate.
She surpassed Hirata... She really did it.
"Hehe... class representative, huh... It really is me." Uncontrollable laughter escaped Kushida's lips, and she rolled around on the bed, hugging her pillow.
At this moment, all pretense was unnecessary.
Because this was her own dorm room.
She could do whatever she wanted.
What did the power of a class representative mean?
The dominant voice in class decisions, the students' natural obedience... More importantly, those two who secretly looked down on her would now have to look up to her.
Especially Horikita.
Kushida suddenly thought that before taking the next step, she must first tally the votes her classmates had gathered for her these past few days to determine the final winner.
After all, she'd promised her classmates: if a male student won, she'd go on a date with him; if a female student won, she'd pay her eighty thousand private points.
She carefully checked the chat logs but found only a few private message notifications.
Getting votes was indeed much harder than imagined.
Only five or six people successfully got her one vote—including the names of Yamauchi and Ike.
Incidentally, both of them, by coincidence, submitted Sudo's name.
"It seems that even with fair competition, Shimizu-kun was destined to win..." Kushida suddenly realized an obvious fact.
She couldn't help but wonder if she'd gone to unnecessary trouble.
But then she thought, hindsight is not advisable.
Such a precautionary measure still seemed necessary at the time.
"However... I really should thank Shimizu-kun properly." She suddenly covered her mouth with a light laugh, even her eyes and brows showing a hint of pleasure.
Her fingers tapped lightly on her phone screen, and she first announced Akira's victory in the group she'd created.
Her gaze inadvertently swept across the corner of the room, and the uniform carefully wrapped in plastic wrap made her breath hitch slightly.
The scene from that night reappeared in her mind—his undisguised touch made her earlobes involuntarily flush.
"Honestly..." she murmured softly. "He was quite unreserved back then... but he did listen to me, after all, I was the one who told him to touch me."
Her gaze returned to the screen, where Akira's message was still prominent.
Especially the line "My points have a great use," which still made her both annoyed and amused when she thought about it now.
The irritation that had made her gnash her teeth then now transformed into a slight curve of her lips.
But the facts proved that all the effort was worth it.
She took a deep breath and sent a message to her homeroom teacher, informing her that she'd received twenty-one votes, and also transferred five hundred twenty-five thousand points to her.
However, what awaited her wasn't the expected praise, but a cold reply.
{Oh, remember, remember to announce the surveillance matter tomorrow.}
"Chabashira..." She gritted her teeth, squeezing out the name. "Who do you think I'm working for? Using me up and then showing this face... It's disgusting!"
"Is she an idiot? If she's going through menopause, she should just take a vacation!"