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The school chose to let go.

Although it seems terrible, judging from D Class's actions at this moment, they still know what it means to stop when things have gone wrong.

After all, it's just a matter between students. If it really causes any problems, it won't be something that can be brushed off as a joke.

Even though they knew that Asakusa Tetsu could take the blame for them and bear full responsibility for the incident, Asakusa Tetsu was also a student, and the other students in Class D didn't think they would have a good ending if things escalated to the point where people would die.

No one can shoulder such a responsibility.

Thus began the agonizing time for classes A, B, and C.

The students prayed and hoped that the school would stop such atrocities, but at the same time they had to consider what they should do if the school did not stop it and condoned such behavior. They arrived at the classroom early and stayed in their seats, worried.

This one lasted all morning.

Drink a moderate amount of water, or even none at all, to avoid putting pressure on your bladder. Then, during your lunch break, drink a large amount of water at once to replenish all your fluids and empty your bladder before the end of your lunch break, then continue to lock yourself in your seat.

Only in this way can we protect our position and our code of conduct.

All they see is themselves.

When everyone loses their questioning of the game itself, when everyone gives up their resistance to the special exam itself.

The 'Special Exam with Everyone Scoring Zero' will then move on to the next stage.

Phase Two.

'Telephone game'

Words interact with each other, and distance between people is reduced.

The result of silently lurking within.

It's a human megaphone.

"I'm only telling you this, actually, I like Shiraishi-kun."

"I'm only telling you this, actually, I like Shiraishi-kun."

A low voice, a whispered confession, followed immediately by an incredibly loud voice.

Repeating a grade.

"Oh, so you like Shiraishi, Yoshida. No problem, I've already delivered the message for you. It's a very good way to pass on a message, isn't it? You don't even need to muster up any courage."

Haruki Yamauchi, who was loudly repeating Kenta Yoshida's words, grinned and patted his chest with a smile.

"—"

Kenta Yoshida's thoughts came to a standstill.

He couldn't understand why Haruki Yamauchi would lean in and eavesdrop on his and his friend's whispers, or why Haruki Yamauchi would loudly proclaim his own words.

He suddenly turned his head to look at his beloved.

The direction of the white stone flying bird.

"I'm sorry, Yoshida-san, I will never fall in love with you."

A man named Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, standing beside her, calmly relayed the message.

Two megaphones—no, two loudspeakers—are broadcasting private conversations onto the public screen for the whole class to see.

His mouth opened and closed but no sound came out; his gaze was blank; he hadn't yet mustered the courage to express his feelings to the other person, only to be rejected.

Kenta Yoshida.

Angry.

"What are you doing?!" he demanded of Haruki Yamauchi. "Is it really that interesting to eavesdrop on other people's conversations and spread their private information?!"

He saw it; he saw the smile on Haruki Yamauchi's face; he saw Haruki Yamauchi's expression at that moment.

I already had a lot of anger building up inside me because of the stressful musical chairs game.

I wanted to insult the other person, I wanted to beat them up, I wanted to attack them, but I couldn't do anything because of the score considerations. I could only suppress my feelings and play the utterly boring game of musical chairs.

That's why he slightly placed his longing, expectations, and affections on the girl in his class, and thought about confiding these feelings to a friend who was close to him.

He would often join his friends in criticizing the crazy students in Class D, and this time was supposed to be no different.

But the result was like this...

Kenta Yoshida clenched his fist.

“That’s certainly interesting,” Haruki Yamauchi chuckled, finding Kenta Yoshida’s anger only adding to his amusement. “Hey, aren’t you getting something wrong?”

"Even if I didn't do this, she still wouldn't have a chance to fall for you, right?"

Haruki Yamauchi revealed a disdainful expression.

"Look at yourself! I'm trying to help you, don't you understand? Can't you comprehend how much effort I've put into acting as your mouthpiece? If you had even a little bit of gratitude, you should transfer money to me to thank me!"

Haruki Yamauchi's expression was flamboyant and ugly.

"Snapped--"

At this point, Asakusa Tetsu snapped his fingers, pausing the conflict between the two.

After waiting a moment, until everyone in the class turned to look at him, he spoke softly:

"As you can see, the 'Special Exam for Everyone Scoring Zero' will now move to its second phase."

"Telephone game."

He placed his hands on his chest.

"Next, I will introduce the rules of the second half of the game."

"Telephone game, as the name suggests, is a game between the messengers and the people who need to relay messages."

“There is a sense of distance between people, and words are not easily conveyed to the hearts of others.” Asakusa Tetsu paused, then smiled. “So I was thinking, indeed, a ‘megaphone’ is a necessary existence.”

"So now, in addition to the 'musical chairs' game, everyone also plays the 'telephone game,' where the 'telephones' will find the person they need to pass on their message to and convey the words that are on their minds."

"Please, everyone, struggle to the very end."

The deadline is the end of this month.

Or perhaps...

Asakusa Toru's elegant yet icy words echoed in Class A's classroom, instantly engulfing all the students in Class A with a feeling of falling into an ice cave.

Before he could process what he had said, Yamauchi Haruki, who had been interrupted by Asakusa Tetsu, saw that Asakusa Tetsu had finished speaking and immediately put on a smug expression, launching another provocative attack on Yoshida Kenta.

A sneer, a disdainful look, an outstretched hand, and an index finger poking at Kenta Yoshida's chest.

Haruki Yamauchi, head held high and chest puffed out, began to speak:

"Thank me properly, I'll help more useless people like you to voice their true feelings—"

"--Bang."

Kenta Yoshida suddenly swung the kettle on the table and smashed it at Haruki Yamauchi in a fit of rage. The dull, resounding sound echoed in the classroom. In contrast, Haruki Yamauchi finally quieted down and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

If it sounds good, then it's a good start.

Asakusa Tetsu's words only briefly interrupted and cooled Yoshida Kenta's emotions, but these emotions, which would have continued to cool down, were ignited and exploded by Yamauchi Haruki's obviously excessive words.

He made his move, he made his move, he...

"—Let's get started!!!"

With pent-up anger and fury, fueled by Kenta Yoshida, the students of Class A finally, finally, finally stopped suppressing their emotions.

Yes, they were filled with emotions.

Why us? Why us? Musical chairs are already enough, holding in your pee is disgusting enough, why do we have to do something so outrageous?

What did Yoshida do wrong? He just fell in love with a girl, does that mean his feelings have to be trampled on like this?

And what if we were to become messengers or mouthpieces...?

I'd rather they all die.

Why don't we just have everyone in Class D die?

The school isn't coming to rescue us.

I had always thought that everything would be fine as long as the school intervened.

But the school is also an accomplice.

So, destroy everything.

This led to a violent incident that the school absolutely could not condone or ignore.

Chaos spread, conflict escalated, and riots intensified.

time.

It is frozen and sealed at this moment.

Asakusa Tetsu finally revealed a satisfied smile.

Congratulations, you are liberated.

......

Looking back, musical chairs was alright, but the game of telephone was really going too far.

In fact, Asakusa Tetsu was just giving a suggestion, making such a suggestion on a whim.

He really hadn't expected that anyone would actually choose to carry it out.

The fact is, he clearly gave two recommended games, and he also said that everyone could try to develop other games.

But everyone just kept playing musical chairs.

—Until the final conflict was completely ignited by the two greatest masterpieces of Haruki Yamauchi and Kiyotaka Ayanokoji.

As expected.

So cool.

Although it was a bit of a pity that he didn't get to see the results of the behavior test at the end of the month, he was still quite satisfied.

All that's missing is a piece of paper.

Well, if possible, he still wants to see that piece of paper.

and so.

Let that sealed-off time take a fast-forward leap forward.

If the contradictions and conflicts are not ignited, or if the contradictions and conflicts are suppressed before they fully escalate.

If the special exam is settled as scheduled.

"Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, that's all I can say."

Standing on the podium, in the classroom of Class D, after a long absence—perhaps a month—Chabashira Saeko saw the students of Class D again in this classroom. With a mix of emotions—reflection, admiration, and genuine applause—she clapped her hands.

"You guys are really amazing, really, completely beyond my imagination. I never thought Class D could do something like this. You have created an unprecedented history for this school."

"Everyone got zero points."

Congratulations on achieving this.

With a smile that even an iceberg's deadpan expression couldn't distort, Chabashira Sae suppressed her inner excitement and snapped a piece of paper behind her.

It's the paper announcing the results.

[Grade 1, Class A, 0 points]

[Grade 1, Class B, 0 points]

[Grade 1, Class C, 0 points]

[Class D, Grade 1, 0 points]

Everyone got a zero.

The results have been announced.

"It's over, it ...!!!"

The entire Class D erupted in cheers and shouts of joy.