After leaving Class D, Sakayanagi Arisu headed straight to Class B, where she similarly shared the intel about the special exam—again, free of charge.
There was no reason to charge Class B when she'd given it to Class D for free. Inconsistency was beneath her.
Ichihōse Honami reacted with genuine gratitude, and most of Class B regarded her with appreciative eyes—a stark contrast to Class D's entitled nonchalance.
Sakayanagi felt a faint relief.
(Not every class is full of vampires. Most people here are actually… normal. What a blessing.)
Still, Class B didn't let her leave empty-handed. Ichihōse insisted on transferring 200,000 points as thanks, though Sakayanagi declined.
(A favor from Class B is far more valuable than petty cash. Their debt is this month's real prize.)
Finally, Class C.
Before she could even knock, Ryūen Kakeru leaned against the doorframe, his smirk dripping with disdain.
"Last month's surveillance stunt—your doing?"
"How unfortunate," Sakayanagi tapped her cane lightly, "but no."
"Then why are you here?"
"To deliver intel about this month's special exam, of course."
"Oh?" Ryūen's eyebrow arched. "Since when does Class A hand out freebies? Did that 'mystery seller' spook you? Or—" His grin sharpened. "—is this all your scripted theater?"
"You suspect this is my performance? How amusing. Then…" She tilted her head. "Where's your proof?"
Ryūen snorted. "Daddy's girl."
The hallway froze.
Sakayanagi's smile vanished.
(This lowlife… dares reduce me to a nepo baby?!)
Of course, the truth was hardly a secret—the chairman's name was printed plainly in the school handbook. But Ryūen's jab confirmed he'd dug into her background.
(A mere thug… I underestimated him.)
Class D: The Aftermath
After school, Kushida Kikyō uploaded photos of the exam papers to the class group chat.
The weaker students lit up with excitement—with these answers memorized, passing the end-of-month exam was practically guaranteed.
"Sakayanagi-san is such a saint!"
"Yeah! That's Class A's magnanimity for you!"
Yamauchi Haruki scratched his head, grinning. "Hey, since she's so generous… maybe I could borrow some points from her? My wallet's crying."
Ike Kanji smacked his arm. "Don't push your luck. Free intel's already a miracle."
Undeterred, Yamauchi kept staring at the photos. "Worth a shot, right?"
Around them, saner classmates averted their eyes in secondhand shame.
Shimizu observed the scene coldly.
(This… is why Class D will never reach Class A.)
Horikita Suzune studied the papers, murmuring, "So the school prepared these… Even the weakest students can scrape by now."
"All four classes have them," Shimizu noted, watching the chatter.
Horikita turned. "Is this why you canceled our tutoring sessions? You knew beforehand?"
"I'm not omniscient," he deflected. "Just busy."
Technically, he'd learned on Tuesday—but no need to elaborate.
Now that Sakayanagi had broadcast the papers to all classes, a question nagged at him:
If someone reports this… would the school change the exam?
He texted Chabashira Sae:
[Shimizu]:If the exam papers get reported, would the school alter them?
Her reply was swift:
[Chabashira]:Class A shared this with Class D?
[Chabashira]:But to answer you—no. Without public outcry, the school won't intervene.
[Chabashira]:Using past exams isn't against rules. It's different from a leak of the current test—the school still controls the questions.
Shimizu conceded her point.
At its core, the four classes were merely studying from old materials, not exploiting a breach of confidential papers.
(Maybe this has happened before. The school likely has protocols.)
Perhaps the true test wasn't "can you memorize answers", but "can you spot loopholes and exploit them".
(How many years has this exam run? Surely they don't reuse the same papers for a decade?)
If the school changed the test due to complaints, it'd punish those who uncovered the system—the opposite of the "resourcefulness" they aimed to cultivate.
Naturally, some high achievers grumbled about fairness—why should slackers match their scores through rote memorization?
Others argued that finding the papers required effort too, making it a valid strategy.
In the end, absolute fairness was impossible.
But this "unfair" exam mirrored society itself—where raw effort alone rarely guaranteed success. Those who navigated systems often rose faster.
Perhaps that was the lesson all along.