The Disruptor in the Classroom Where Strength is Supreme

"The disgusting bastards in Class C! Laozi is not finished with them!!" Sudou was still prone to anger, he kicked the desk in rage, grabbed his seat and walked outside, obviously planning to find Class C people desperately!

"Pfft!" Chi at the front desk suffered inexplicably. Because of Sudou's kick, his back was slammed by the desk, and he bent forward directly on his desk.

And Horikita reacted immediately: "Wait! You passed by like this! Cause violent incidents, be careful to be expelled from school!"

"Violence? Laozi is violent! What the hell! The answer is wrong! We were deceived by Class C! We were deceived! If the answer is wrong, then we must fail! Then we would have to drop out!"

Sudou was so angry that he couldn't listen to anything: "Anyway, I will be expelled from school. If that's the case, it's better to kill those bastards in Class C before retire!"

"Hey! Sudou!"

"Don't be impulsive!" The other class D students also stopped him, trying to stop Sudou from going to other classes to pick things up.

Although their class points have been deducted to zero, who knows if there will be negative points or something? No one dared to cause trouble at this time, so they could only stop Sudou with all their might to prevent him from messing around.

At this time, Horikita also realized that just relying on the great truth cannot be dissuaded, and it must be induced by profit. After thinking for a while calmly, he glanced at Ayanokoji next to him, and then he said again: "Wait! Vine! There is still a chance, we have a chance to keep you from being expelled!"

"What chance! Don't try to lie to me again! Those bastards in Class C lie! You think I'm stupid and want to continue to lie?!" Sudou roared, and everyone in Class D, who was looking at the momentum, complained and dissatisfied, what is this guy proud of? ah? How can you be assigned a class with such a person? It's so bad.

Horikita was not frightened by Sudou, and persuaded as calmly as possible: "I won't lie to you! Even if the answer is wrong, we just need to try to lower the test a little bit, right?!"

"The pass line is half of the average score. This is the school's rule. As long as you study well in the class, control your scores as much as possible, and keep the pass line as low as possible, then you still have the possibility of passing, although the probability is unknown. How many, but at least there is this probability."

"But if you rush to Class C to make trouble now, you will be 100% expelled from school without any means!"

"..." Hearing such a sound, which seemed like a good idea, Sudou was also stunned, no longer waving his claws and claws, but glanced at Horikita very uncertainly. It's not a chair, and it's not good to keep holding it: "Really, really?"

Taking advantage of Sudou's question, Horikita turned to everyone in the class: "Although I know, my request may be unreasonable."

"Maybe I can't ask everyone to lower the test as much as possible? In this way, Sudou, Ike-san, and Yamauchi-san might not be expelled."

"You can rest assured, you only need to try to control it to around 50 points. In any case, the pass line must be below 50 points, and there is no risk of dropping out."

The reason why Horikita could suddenly think of this rescue method was because Ayanokuji Kiyotaka was at the same table.

On the surface, Ayanokouji is featureless, listless all day long, like a crippled person, but the class leader of Class D once showed Horikita Ayanokoji's entrance exam and the results of the thorough examination.

Each subject, the standard standard of fifty points, is terrifyingly balanced! And it's the kind of balance where you get the right answer to the hard questions in the front and get the simple questions wrong in the back.

It is precisely because of this that Horikita realized that Ayakoji, a classmate, was deliberately hiding her strength. The reason for hiding her strength was not clear for Horikita, but it did not hinder her. Based on this, she had a flash of inspiration and thought of the good idea of ​​controlling points for the whole class.

It's just that the idea is good, but it's a little difficult to implement. Most of the students in Class D actually have average grades. They can't say they're good or bad.

As for this part of the students, it is impossible to control their scores, and if they are not careful, they may slip into the abyss of failing the school.

Then we can only rely on a few classmates with good grades, but with good grades, they are generally reluctant to deliberately fail in exams. Well, good students generally have this kind of pride.

So when Horikita asked, he clearly stated that the request was "unreasonable", but he still hoped that everyone would agree.

A boy who seemed to be very sunny and friendly was the first to respond: "No problem, I will try my best to keep each subject at 50 points, I will definitely not let you Sudou be dropped out of school!"

As the little angel of the class, Kushida also stood up at this time and responded worriedly: "Everyone, please help, let's take the test a little lower, we can't watch our companions be dropped out of school."

Someone took the lead, especially Kushida, who was recognized as a little angel, and some top students responded positively: "Since Kushida said so, we will definitely get low in the test!"

"Yeah, Kushida, you've asked me that, we'll definitely listen!"

Seeing that everyone was willing to lend a helping hand to him, Sudou was also a little moved, and put down his chair with embarrassment on his face.

It's just that just when things seemed to be heading for a happy ending, a harsh comment shattered this fake classmate friendship: "Boring."

The students of Class D have different expressions, and some are unbelievable. At this juncture, there are still people who ignore the atmosphere and go against the class group? There is anger, who is talking like that? Don't you care about the life and death of your companions?

Everyone looked back and found that it was a strong blond man with leisurely hands behind his neck, smiling at this farce like a vacation.

"Kogenji! What do you mean!" Sudou couldn't help it anymore, he himself was not very happy to see the plateau, and felt that this person was so good at pretending.

Kogenji Rokusuke, one of the members of Class D, is recognized as a freak by the whole class.

He seems to be the son of the famous Gaoyuan Temple chaebol. I don't know why someone with such a high status wants to come here to study.

And the grades are excellent, with full marks in each subject, strong and burly body, far better than the bodybuilding coaches on the market.

It's just that the personality problem is very big, and I go my own way and only follow the "beauty" guidelines in my own consciousness.

I never look at anything else when I do things. I only look at the "beauty" in my cognition. I do it if it matches, and don't do it if it doesn't.

Hearing Sudou's angry questioning, Kogenji was not afraid at all, and gave a disdainful smile: "Don't you understand? Red-haired boy?"

"I mean, it's not beautiful at all, it's too ugly, I won't do such a boring thing."

"What the hell are you!" Sudou's anger surged up again, and he really wanted to immediately pick up the desk and chair and smash it down, smashing the proud head of Kogen Temple to pieces.

"Sudou!" Horikita scolded, trying to appease the impulsive guy: "It doesn't matter, even if one person at Kogenji Temple gets a full score and the average score is averaged, it will hardly matter."

"As long as everyone except the plateau temple is as bad as possible, there is still a chance to keep you! Don't do anything wrong at this time! Understand?!"

Perhaps it was Horikita's stern tone, or perhaps in terms of combat effectiveness, Sudou couldn't beat Kogenji at all.

In short, for one reason or another, Sudou sat back to his place angrily, and even kicked the desk to vent his anger!

Let Chi at the front desk, attacked by the desk again, covered his lower back with tears in his eyes, and sighed to himself that he was unlucky. Wouldn't his waist be hit by the desk and cause problems? How could he have such a classmate behind the table! Bad luck! *