Hachiman’s Classroom of Strength’s Supremacy

Chapter 015: Horikita Manabu – My Foolish Sister!

Advanced Nurturing High School offers free tuition, provides living expenses, and boasts a 100% employment and university advancement rate.

Quite the eye-catcher.

However, among these claims, only the free tuition was true.
Living expenses had to be earned through a student’s own performance, and as for the employment and university advancement rates…

Hachiman had already accepted that this had nothing to do with Class D.

After all, in the school building, the classrooms for Class C and Class D were separated by science labs—
which probably meant the school only had expectations for students in Class A and B.

Just like that saying—

“Shared happiness for all” was impossible to achieve.

For some people to shine, others must remain in the mud.

And right now, Class D was most likely the ones stuck in the mud.

But what did that matter?

[Then just work hard.]

[There’s no guarantee you’ll meet a rich sugar mama who’ll take care of you in the future.
But during these three years at this school, you can at least make yourself rich first.]

Chabashira-sensei really made a good point.

So in conclusion—

A free education, plus a chance to make money while studying?
That was already a pretty good deal.

Even if he never found anyone willing to sponsor him,
he could at least support himself.

Since he had earned some living expenses, Hachiman didn’t hold back on spending.

For dinner, he ordered a deluxe meal worth 1,500 points at the cafeteria.

However—

“I ate too much.”

After returning to his dorm, he paced around the room several times,
but he still felt unbearably full—his stomach showing no signs of digestion.

As expected, the dorm was too small.

So Hachiman left his room.

He remembered that yesterday, when he had a private meeting… ahem, when he met Chabashira-sensei,
he had passed by a vending machine on the way.

At that time, he only took a quick glance and didn’t remember what kinds of drinks were inside.

But there should be coffee, right?

Long-term coffee consumption wasn’t good—
while it helped with alertness, it also increased stomach acid and could harm the stomach.

However, given his current overstuffed condition,
it might actually help a little.

That was his plan.
It was a flawless idea.

But reality…

Wouldn’t even give him the chance.

Because—

As Hachiman passed through the tree-lined path and saw the vending machine…

He also saw people there.

A man and a woman.

Even before seeing them, their voices had already reached his ears, carried by the wind.

“Suzune, I didn’t expect you to actually chase after me all the way here.”

It was a man’s voice.

A deep, magnetically cold tone.

He didn’t sound angry—just chillingly indifferent.

And for some reason, Hachiman found the voice familiar—
like he had heard it somewhere recently.

“I came here to follow in my brother’s footsteps!”

Next, a girl’s voice responded.

Hachiman recognized it instantly.

Because it was the same Horikita Suzune who had spoken to him this afternoon.

Hachiman looked over.

It was a very beautiful girl—

Her delicate face looked somewhat tense,
her small hands clenched tightly, revealing her anxiety.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall,
and though he couldn’t smell it from this distance,
it probably carried a soft floral fragrance.

No doubt about it.

Horikita Suzune was there.

She stubbornly lifted her head to look at her brother,
her usual cold and indifferent tone now filled with emotion and urgency as she explained anxiously—

“I’m not the useless failure you used to know anymore!”

Oh-ho.

For someone like Horikita Suzune, who always acted so cold and untouchable in class,
to actually call herself a “failure”—

She must really admire her brother,
and the pressure he put on her must have been immense.

Even so—

She still wanted to chase after him.

Hachiman once again witnessed Horikita Suzune’s unyielding nature.

This might be an important piece of information for her profile.

“You’re trying to catch up to me…?”

Her brother turned his back toward her,
scoffed slightly,
adjusted the glasses on his nose with a light push,
and said coldly—

“Have you still not realized your own shortcomings?”

“Choosing this school was your failure.”

“You probably don’t even understand yet—this school values absolute strength.”

“Do you even know what kind of trash class you were placed in?”

The moment he said that,

Hachiman finally remembered where he had heard this voice before.

Especially the way he emphasized the words: “absolute strength.”

That kind of arrogant, cold tone…

It was from the student council president who gave the speech at the entrance ceremony.

At that time, he had introduced himself as—

“I am the student council president of this school, Horikita Manabu.”

Horikita.

Oh, I see now.

So he and Horikita Suzune were siblings.

“The students in my class may seem disorganized and even foolish, but to say they’re completely useless…” Horikita Suzune frowned.

“Heh…”

But Student Council President Horikita Manabu chuckled.

Then his tone suddenly turned ice-cold.

“Drop out, Suzune.”

“W-Why? I came to this school to follow in my brother’s footsteps!”

“You understand nothing.” Horikita Manabu stated.

“Class D is the lowest class. You were placed in Class D.
And that fact alone… is an embarrassment to me as student council president.”

“H-How… can this be…?”

Horikita froze, seemingly unable to process her brother’s words.

“This is not information that you should know right now, and if I reveal it like this, I will have to pay a cost of one million yen,” Horikita Manabu said. “So, my sister, the moment you enrolled in this school, I’ve already spent one million yen. That’s equivalent to the living expenses you would have received from the school for ten years.”

So, you’re really something, huh?

Student Council President.

Spending one million yen for his sister in just one minute.

That’s roughly equivalent to the 600 deluxe meals he could have eaten today.

But, as an older brother, Hachiman thought more broadly, so it seemed like he kind of understood why Horikita Manabu had voluntarily deducted the money.

Because…

This sister completely doesn’t understand human emotions.