Ryunosuke didn't want to play around anymore; he was afraid he himself wouldn't be able to hold back laughter...
He immediately grabbed Nazuna's hand, walked in front of Nagumo, then threw out a mocking sentence.
"Do you know?"
"Nazuna gave her vote to me."
"Do you know what this means?"
"This means, in her heart, I'm far more important than you."
Ryunosuke intended to play psychological warfare to destroy Nagumo's mentality, provoking him to take irrational action. And that was his main purpose.
Sure enough, Nagumo was very provoked. He clenched his fist and was about to throw a punch. Ryunosuke parried it with one hand, while his other hand embraced Nazuna's waist, then whispered softly in her ear.
"Look at this childhood friend of yours, his emotions are really overflowing, aren't they, Nazuna?"
When had Nazuna ever been called that intimately by a man? Her face immediately turned bright red. Her earlobes reddened; even steam seemed to come out of her head.
"She's my Nazuna, you bastard!" Nagumo attacked again.
Manabu slammed the table and stood while shouting loudly.
"Enough! This charade ends here."
"Whatever your personal grudges are, settle them outside. Don't make a commotion here; this is the Student Council Office!!!"
Manabu's voice was very effective; at least both of them stopped quarreling. Nagumo's gloomy face suddenly changed; he showed a cruel smile.
"This Student Council President election, I lost. It seems I promised to give all my points to you."
"Let me think..." Nagumo tapped his finger on his head.
"Come to Class 2-A at 8:30 PM tonight to get them. Do you dare?"
This was clearly a trap. And this was what Ryunosuke wanted. He actually hoped his opponent would do this; if not, he wouldn't have bothered using Nazuna to provoke Nagumo. His purpose was to make his opponent think irrationally and act rashly.
Ryunosuke accepted the invitation and promised to come on time at 8:30 PM.
Before leaving, Nagumo looked deeply at Nazuna, then let out a long sigh laden with complicated emotions before turning away without looking back. He felt his Nazuna was no longer "pure." Even if that girl returned to him, he no longer wanted her. He had a mental cleanliness obsession.
After Nagumo left, Manabu gave a warning with good intentions.
"Should I come along? That's clearly a trap."
Ryunosuke turned his back to Manabu and waved his hand. "I can handle it myself; you don't need to worry."
Manabu looked deeply at his back while adjusting his glasses. "I hope so."
Ryunosuke turned to Nazuna. "Sorry, Senpai. It's no longer your business from here; go home."
Nazuna seemed hesitant, not knowing what to do. Ryunosuke reminded her again, "You really don't need to get involved anymore. I'll definitely keep my promise to you; go home peacefully."
Only after being persuaded did Nazuna reluctantly leave. The rest was just waiting for night to arrive.
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Time soon showed around 8:00 PM.
Ryunosuke brought his current strongest combat force, Ayanokouji and Megumi, to the agreed location. On the way, they passed by Koenji who had been waiting quite long while leaning against the door frame.
Koenji folded his arms across his chest and said in a mocking tone, "Sweet boy! Need help?"
Ryunosuke didn't respond and kept walking straight. However, Koenji wasn't angry; he instead followed from behind while stroking his golden hair narcissistically.
"Let me accompany you today to make a little commotion. Consider this as using one opportunity to employ my services, Akasaka."
Ryunosuke stopped his steps without turning. "Don't talk much; quickly follow."
That sentence was a form of agreement from him.
Koenji then walked most front arrogantly to open the way for Ryunosuke. On his left side was Ayanokouji, and on his right side was a bob-haired girl, namely Megumi. Both had flat faces, accompanying Ryunosuke on both sides like his right and left hands.
And indeed they were his right and left hands. After all, this was the highest combat force Ryunosuke could currently deploy.
When passing through an area, they met Fuka who had also been waiting there for a long time. She sat on a long bench, crossing her black-stockinged legs, looking at this trouble-making junior of hers with full interest.
"You're quite something, to make Nagumo Miyabi so panicked that he started justifying any means."
Ryunosuke didn't answer that pleasantry but asked flatly, "What are you doing here?"
Fuka spread her hands. "Isn't that a stupid question? Of course to help you."
"You couldn't possibly think you can win against them just by bringing these few people, right?"
Fuka shifted her gaze toward Koenji and Ayanokouji. She unconsciously ignored Megumi. Fuka looked at the junior before her who radiated an attractive aura; the more she looked at him, the more she felt this junior suited her taste.
She stood and directly put her arm around Ryunosuke's shoulder without caring about gender boundaries.
"Let me come along. I'm quite good at fighting; facing a dozen people shouldn't be a problem." Fuka clenched her fist until the sound of bones creaking was heard.
Ryunosuke didn't immediately agree; he instead warned, "Better you don't come. Their numbers are very many; I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand it."
"Haha." Fuka laughed broadly and said in a mischievous tone, "Relax. If I lose and get hurt, I won't demand responsibility from you."
Fuka guaranteed that she didn't need "after-sales service" if something happened to her. Ryunosuke could only shrug resignedly and didn't ask how Fuka could know this location—a stupid question because Nagumo definitely mobilized all second-year students.
An action this big was impossible to hide, especially from Fuka's eyes who was also a second-year female student. So, the group that was originally three people now became four. They arrived in front of the second-year classroom door, precisely on the second floor.
Nagumo had been waiting long at the end of the corridor, inside Class 2-A. And what blocked their way were all second-year students, totaling 117 people.
The battle of 4 VS 117 officially began.