"And that concludes the results of this exam. Students with questions can find the answers on their own papers..."
"It's over! This is terrible, it's definitely a fail!"
"No, I must do something to salvage this. I heard there are no daily points for the make-up exam!"
Looking at his test paper, Kitahara Iori eyes were no different from a dead fish's.
Twenty points! That was a score that would get him killed by his parents in high school!
If he sent this report card home, it would probably turn into...
"What! You became this lazy just by going to college on your own!"
"We must cut off his living expenses until he returns to accept his punishment!"
"No!!!"
Rebuked by his imaginary parents, he immediately let out a sharp, piercing scream. In short, he absolutely couldn't send home a failing grade!
But the exam score had already been entered into the school system. Unless he took a make-up exam, it would definitely be sent to the designated email address at the end of the semester!
Should he sneak into the school's computer room at night...
Clutching his head in distress, Kitahara Iori turned to look at the others for brainstorming ideas.
[12 points! 13 points! 17 points! 22 points!]
These were the scores from Kohei to Nojima. This group sitting together was a gathering of sleeping dragons and crouching phoenixes (idiom for hidden talents). Miyazawa Yu felt offended just by looking at them from afar.
"I told you guys... even if you're stupid, there's a limit! Didn't I give you notes?"
"...Didn't understand the question prompts!"
"Didn't understand the essay topic..."
"The girl in front's bra strap was showing..."
"Wait a minute! Did something strange just sneak in there!"
Kicking the pervert Yamamoto flying, Hajime Nojima immediately slid to his knees in front of Miyazawa Yu, clasping his hands together and pleading: "Don't worry about these details! Please tutor us! I beg you!"
"Sigh... that's such a hassle..."
"We'll pay you! Just tutor us enough to pass!"
"No! I'm going back to make dinner first. Chisa, want to join?"
Righteously refusing Hajime Nojima's tutoring request, Miyazawa Yu honestly didn't think he had the ability to tutor a group of idiots who couldn't even copy correctly to pass!
"Mhm, wait a moment while I pack up..."
Looking at her eighty-seven point test paper, Chisa Kotegawa knew this score was achieved with Miyazawa Yu providing the multiple-choice answers.
If she had taken it alone, fifty-something points would be the absolute maximum she could score.
"No, Yu! Don't abandon us!"
Iori originally wanted to take some coercive measures, but seeing Miyazawa Yu pulling his zipper halfway up in alarm, he could only reach out his hand in a desperate gesture of retention, trying to awaken the former's conscience.
Unfortunately, after mixing with the Pab club members for so long, Miyazawa Yu heart was harder than steel. There was no way he would bother with these bastards.
"Everyone—wait a moment. Yu-kun, please sit back down!"
Just then, the German teacher on the stage, whose style was noticeably angular, seemed to have enjoyed the students' wailing enough. He finally pressed his hands down to quell the commotion.
"Although there are students who scored 120 points on this exam, most of the results are very unsatisfactory..."
"One hundred and twenty! Yu, did you even complete the bonus questions!"
"You even know the German word for 'man holding a banana'!"
Their eyes wide with terror, the academic slackers who let loose in college finally recalled the fear of being crushed by the straight-A students in high school!
"You guys give me too much credit... but yes, since it's a compound phrase, it sounds difficult but you can actually spell it out directly."
Sitting back down and shaking his perfect score test paper, Miyazawa Yu gathered from the teacher's words that the passing grade might be lowered!
Sure enough, the German teacher supported himself on the podium with both hands and continued: "However, given that there are students who genuinely listened in class, the teacher is very happy. Therefore, this time, 20 points and above counts as 'Good', and 10 points and above counts as 'Pass'!"
"Really!!!"
It was a huge concession. After being pardoned, academic slackers like Iori and Kohei immediately burst into astonishing cheers.
Hajime Nojima even took a moment to give Miyazawa Yu a condescending, wicked smile, as if to say that only passing was necessary from the start!
College exams, you know~ every extra point is a wasted effort!
"Ugh... I'm annoyed, but oh well~"
"Thump!"
His head directly hit the desk. Sadness didn't disappear; it was merely transferred to Chisa Kotegawa face.
If she had known the grading standard was this lenient, why did she have to sell her sister's body measurements to Yu just to pass!
So much regret!
"Yosh! Now everyone has passed! That's a huge help!"
"Ah ah—Exactly!"
With joy preparing to have a good drink tonight, Kitahara Iori peripheral vision caught a small line of text at the bottom of his answer sheet—
[Please flip to the back!]
"Hmm—?"
Utterly confused, he flipped the answer sheet over as instructed, and saw a large line of text on the otherwise blank back—
[Due to suspicion of cheating! Make-up exam! Also, come to the office after class...]
"Ugh..."
The whites of his eyes instantly consumed his black pupils. Kitahara Iori trembling hand patted Kohei's shoulder, snatched his answer sheet, and flipped it over.
The same large text, the same instruction to come to the office after class.
No need to check. Hajime Nojima and Shinichirou Yamamoto probably had the same thing on the back of their papers...
"Damn it! Oh my god!!!"
Angrily stomping on the desk and tearing his answer sheet to shreds, Kitahara Iori tears infected all the members of the scumbag group, and cries of despair filled the room.
"..."
Feeling extremely guilty, Chisa Kotegawa nervously flipped her answer sheet over. Thankfully, there was no writing on the back.
"Um, Yu, let's go quickly!"
Afraid of being caught as the one who slipped away, she immediately pulled Miyazawa Yu, relieved, and prepared to bolt, lest the matter be exposed.
However, the latter sighed at this moment, handing her his answer sheet with a look of resignation: "Sorry, I didn't see it just now. Tell Nanaka-san that I, Iori, and Kohei probably won't be home for dinner tonight..."
"???"
Chisa Kotegawa was completely bewildered. Did Yu score so well that he was also suspected of cheating?
Impossible. Yu had the highest score in the entire school. Whose answers could he possibly have copied? Her amateur fifty or sixty point paper?
[Come to the office after class. Tutoring for those who failed in exchange for one credit!]
OK, she overthought it. This one scored too well and was being used as free labor. But an entire credit was definitely worth it.
"Yu! Please! I was blind just now! Please tutor us!"
Performing a second change of face, Hajime Nojima hugged Miyazawa Yu leg. His eyes now sparkled with sincerity, as if the arrogant person from just now wasn't him.
"I must have inherited bad luck to be associated with you guys..."
Miyazawa Yu, his face full of resignation, slapped the report card back in front of the slackers and said unhappily: "Let's go together! It saves the teacher the trouble of telling us separately!"
"Oh!!! The German teacher is an angel!"
"Hey! Snap out of it, Nojima. Did you forget who gave you that score!"
Carrying the kneeling-addict Nojima, Yu Mitarai, the only semi-human member of the scumbag group, peered at the classroom door and said with a look of readiness for death: "Come on! We have a tough fight ahead!"
"Mhm!"
With a firm look, Kitahara Iori, his eyes sharp, raised his hand and was the first to walk out of the classroom: "Let's go!!!"
"Oh! For the make-up exam!"
"Are you shouting so loudly because you're afraid others won't know you failed?"
Watching the five people head towards the classroom door, which seemed to shimmer with holy light, Miyazawa Yu could only resign himself to the role of the straight man.
He just hoped there weren't too many people who failed this exam, otherwise, he might not be able to handle it all.
"..."
Five minutes later, looking at the familiar five idiots in the teacher's office, he immediately squatted down, clutching his head, his pupils shaking violently.
Were these the only people who failed! How could you manage to be this stupid!!!
"Wait! Teacher, weren't there a few who skipped the exam? Why is it just us!"
"Of course, because those who skipped didn't show up today, so they are already scheduled to retake the course next year!"
Revealing the cruel truth with an unchanging tone, the German teacher posed like Commander Ikari and asked: "Do you also want to..."
"We don't!"
"Absolutely! We will definitely study hard!"
No way was Kitahara Iori going to retake German. It was only an elective to get easy credits. He didn't want to fight for seats with the juniors next year!
"I see. Then I'll leave the students to you, Yu-kun!"
"No problem. We just need them to pass the exam, right..."
Hearing this, Miyazawa Yu patted his chest and guaranteed the job.
After all, one credit was quite hard to come by in college. Finishing it early meant he wouldn't have to waste time attending lectures to gather credits in his junior year!
"What do you say? Coffee shop, library, or someone's house? Start tonight, understand!"
"Eh! Really? So heartless!"
"Of course! With no daily points, and the teacher paying special attention, you need at least sixty points to pass!"
These guys truly had no sense of crisis. A make-up exam was much harder than the official one!
To prevent them from resorting to petty tricks in desperation, Miyazawa Yu immediately assigned: "We'll study at Yamamoto's house tonight. Any objections?"
"None!"
"I have plenty of time!"
"Eh? My house..."
Thinking about the toilet paper rolls that should be thrown away in the trash can, Shinichirou Yamamoto didn't have much of an objection to spending the night with his bros.
However...
"I'm warning you!"
Feeling it was better to give them a heads-up first, he suddenly spoke mysteriously: "The train to my house passes by Oumi Women's University, doesn't it!"
"So what? You're the one who looks most likely to grope someone among us!"
"It's not about groping! I just want to tell you absolutely not to sit next to girls, even if there are no other seats! This is for your own good!"
These guys were truly ungrateful. Did he really look like a pervert on the train!
Turning away unhappily to lead the way, fear flashed in Shinichirou Yamamoto's eyes, and he added with the tone of an experienced person: "Otherwise, your mind and body will be severely harmed!"
"Severe harm?"
"They're just college girls. Are they going to falsely accuse us?"
Exchanging glances, none of them understood the situation. Listening to Yamamoto's description, the worst possibility Miyazawa Yu could think of was a false accusation.
But with the prevalence of the Bushido spirit in Japan, it shouldn't be that terrifying, right?