181 Mibuomi strikes! Conspiracy!
Inside the broadcast room.
Turning my head, I saw Rokujou Eneru looking at me with an expression of deep disdain. She had just said the word "pervert" could it be... has she figured it out?
'No, no, that's right, a warrior's code is to always maintain training. Alright, I'll also stretch my muscles!'
'Yes, yes, lack of exercise is terrifying. You could end up with diabetes or gout. Oh, and liver cirrhosis too!'
Without another word, we quickly began doing push-ups. Rokujou Eneru even deliberately moved in front of me.
"Looking at your posture, is this a new method of begging for mercy?"
Reluctantly pulling back the camera, She immediately started working on editing the picture.
"First, the thick code for the face, to make sure no one can recognize Miharutaki-senpai's face."
"Then there's the code for the rest of the body, some parts are totally unnecessary and just hinder the spread of art..."
It's really interesting! I don't understand what these busy little things are thinking; their lives seem so narrow. How should I say this? Looking from a skyscraper in the Tokyo business district down to the ground, it probably feels like this.
One day, I will also become a tiny black dot seen from above like those worker ants. What kind of thoughts will I have when that happens?
I don't dislike office workers, in fact, I hope to become one myself because it offers a lot of security. On the "careers I want to pursue" ranking, office workers are second, just after househusbands, and the third is a fire truck. Why would I want to be a fire truck?
After quickly settling her down, Hachiman Hikigaya opened the Hyakkaou Academy forum, re-registered under the ID "Rainy Night with an Umbrella," and uploaded those provocative photos to the forum.
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"President, something's wrong!"
"Rokujou and Rurichou have both lost their bets."
A reserve officer rushed into the office of Mibuomi Aoi, head of the Full-Bloom Association, and hurriedly reported the current situation.
"Kurume is challenging Juraku, and Shimotsukiuri president Momobami, the other's bet are also still ongoing."
"President, what should we do now?"
As someone who didn't deserve a name, the reserve officer also knew about the revolt-related information. It was crucial to the future of Full-Bloom Association, as whether they could free all the livestock depended on the upcoming festival.
But now the news coming in seemed to indicate that the revolt... was going to fail.
With the announcement of Rokujou's defeat, this feeling of despair spread like a virus to everyone's hearts, and an invisible cloud of gloom enveloped everyone in the Full-Bloom Association.
Had the goal they fought for all this time really turned into a mirage?
Where is the savior?
President Mibuomi, please take action quickly! The reserve officer prayed in her heart, but what she received in return was a face twisted with anger. All pretenses and cultivated composure had lost their effect at this moment.
His fiancée had once again engaged in this kind of relationship with his enemy.
Bang—
Mibuomi Aoi felt as though he was engulfed by a green light (green light means being NTRd), slamming his phone onto the floor. The phone collided, cracked, and bounced until it fell in front of the reserve officer.
The picture on the screen was one that the user ID "Rainy Night with an Umbrella" had just posted on the Hyakkaou forum.
"Tch, shameless." The reserve officer spat in her heart but was somewhat confused as to why such a picture would make the president so angry.
Mibuomi Aoi slowly stood up, releasing a terrifying pressure like an erupting Mount Fuji. This overwhelming force made the reserve officer tremble. She had never seen the president so angry before.
"President?"
"It doesn't matter. I have already built the perfect stage."
"I originally planned to use it at the last hour of the chaos festival, but now I don't want to wait anymore."
Mibuomi Aoi said, walking straight past the reserve officer without looking back, leaving the Full-Bloom Association headquarters.
The reserve officer's body went soft, and she collapsed to the ground. The pressure from the president almost made her lose control. She glanced again at the cracked phone, staring at the mosaic-covered woman in the image, and combined it with the president's reaction...
An absurd thought began to form in her mind.
Could it be...
The woman in the picture is the esteemed Miharutaki?! No wonder, she was suddenly removed from the list of rebel participants this time. No wonder the president was so angry...
In fact, there were many others who had this same thought. Some sharp-minded members of the Full-Bloom Association had already guessed this possibility.
After all, you can't keep a fire hidden forever, and gossip is deeply embedded in human DNA. Since the forum is anonymous, it was unclear who had boldly posted this outrageous guess, but after it was uploaded, it began to spread like wildfire...
In the image, the female lead was the Beautification Committee President, Miharutaki Sakura, and the male lead was Hikigaya Hachiman, the pretty boy being kept by the Vice President. This news began spreading at a frantic, almost insane speed.
It spread so fast that before Mibuomi Aoi even reached the baseball club's activity room, he was already being stared at along the way—eyes filled with sympathy, indignation, excitement, ridicule...
Wherever he walked, it felt as if a green spotlight was shining over his head.
Mibuomi Aoi was seething with rage, but the angrier he became, the calmer he felt inside.
Up until now, he had not lost a single bet at Hyakkaou Academy. With his performances and carefully engineered publicity, his reputation had reached an all-time high. The average student believed that his strength was now equal to that of Momobami Kirari, the Student Council President.
Second only to one, and above three thousand.
Reputation is momentum, a force powerful enough to carry along all the foolish livestock and crush everything in its path.
And the most obvious advantage of such momentum is: whenever he goes up against anyone at Hyakkaou Academy—anyone besides Momobami Kirari —because of his prestige, everyone will assume that he'll win.
Even people who don't know him well, under the constant hype from fanboys, will tentatively place bets on him.
This is the core of Mibuomi Aoi's plan.
He wants to gamble against Hikigaya Hachiman, and get everyone at Hyakkaou Academy to bet on him—Mibuomi. But he himself would heavily bet on Hikigaya Hachiman. In the end, he would intentionally lose the bet!
The Hyakkaou Academy's Great Bloom Festival had always had an "off-the-books" betting ring—an external layer of gambling—where students would guess which club would end up in first place.
And the baseball club, without exception, was currently ranked dead last.
Mibuomi Aoi bet on both sides, forcing Hikigaya Hachiman into a corner.
If Hikigaya wins the bet against him, then the baseball club he belongs to will unquestionably take first place at the Great Bloom Festival. That would mean Momobami Kirari's Student Council would have to pay him a massive amount in gambling compensation—an astronomical figure.
If Hikigaya loses, then he would have to pay Mibuomi Aoi and the ordinary students who bet on Mibuomi an astronomical amount as well.
This was an open conspiracy, plain and undisguised.
Either Hikigaya Hachiman dies, or Momobami Kirari dies.