Cote : I Just Want to Grant Your Wish!

Chapter 700 - 700: Recording?

"I see..."Tsubasa Nanase forced a smile.

"Seems there's nothing more to discuss. Since someone's already willing to help you, this cooperation doesn't need us at all."

Hosen Kazuo's expression changed, becoming frighteningly dark.

Horikita Suzune was slightly taken aback.

Before she could react, Hosen Kazuo made an exorbitant demand like a roaring lion.

"Either give us 3 million points, or fight and defeat me. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss!"

After hearing these words, Horikita stood frozen in place, unable to comprehend why Hosen would suddenly make such an outrageous demand.

Shouldn't they be the ones feeling pressured right now?

Instead of showing any sense of crisis, they were making unreasonable demands to Horikita?

"You bastard!"

Sudo Ken rolled up his sleeves, "So you want a fight? I'll take you on today!"

Hosen Kazuo smiled fearlessly: "Fine, make your move, trash."

"Sudo!"

Horikita suddenly called out to stop Sudo, who glared at Hosen with unwillingness.

Hosen clicked his tongue and continued: "So, what do you think? This condition is acceptable, right? 3 million is a bargain."

Horikita remained silent for a moment: "May I ask why?"

"Not satisfied with the price?"

Hosen said, "Heh, I don't like your lecturing tone. I'll do whatever I want. If you're unhappy about it, then defeat me!"

Sudo stared angrily - even though Hosen looked tough to deal with, he still wanted to teach this big guy a lesson.

Horikita gently closed her eyes. After a moment, she opened them again.

"My proposal remains valid until the exam. If you change your mind and are willing to cooperate, I'll be waiting anytime."

With that, Horikita stood up, "Let's go back, Sudo, Ayanokoji."

"Heh, you're quite a bold woman."

Hosen seemed to look at Horikita with appreciation.

No matter how dissatisfied he felt, Sudo could only follow Horikita back.

At the last moment, Tsubasa Nanase stared at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's retreating back, as if intending to call them back.

However, she ultimately remained silent.

"Your plan failed. That guy found a partner."

Hosen sounded somewhat dispirited, "I told you to listen to me - find an opportunity to frame him, plant a knife on him. He'll have to drop out whether he wants to or not."

Nanase's plan was simple: one playing the good cop, the other the bad cop.

As long as they could deceive Horikita and Ayanokoji, making Ayanokoji team up with her people, the plan would succeed.

This exam was very difficult.

If Ayanokoji wanted to hide his abilities, he couldn't stand out too much.

Getting perfect scores in every subject would be truly astonishing.

However, even if Ayanokoji eventually realized something was wrong and tried to score perfectly, as long as his partner scored zero, he would still be expelled.

This was Nanase's plan - to deceive Horikita and make the other party voluntarily team up with them.

Who would have thought that when she checked Class 2-C's OAA just now, she suddenly discovered Ayanokoji had already successfully formed a team.

Thus, Nanase's plan directly fell through.

Hosen thought Nanase was too gentle - either beat Ayanokoji until he voluntarily dropped out, or find an excuse to frame him.

Simple and brutal, why bother being so careful?

"I don't want to stoop to his level."

Nanase took a deep breath. Even though the plan failed, she still had time to come up with another one.

Hosen crossed his arms and snorted: "Just leave it to me then."

Framing someone - such underhanded methods were nothing unfamiliar to him.

"Don't do anything reckless."

Tsubasa Nanase frowned.

Hosen Kazuo smiled: "I've already asked our homeroom teacher. The school hardly cares about occasional fights at most they'll just deduct points."

This could potentially lead to suspension or even expulsion. Tsubasa Nanase strongly disliked this violent approach to solving problems.

"This is the only option available now. If you want Ayanokoji expelled, you'll have to listen to me."

Hosen Kazuo said, "Find an opportunity to lure him out alone. Throw a few punches at him, then shove a knife into his hand. A guy like him will definitely lose control and stab me a few times. You just need to bring people over to catch him in the act."

His plan shocked Tsubasa Nanase—wasn't it too simple and brutal?

"What if he doesn't use the knife?"

"Fine, then I'll use the knife to threaten his partner."

"..."

Nanase increasingly felt that this hulking guy was an irredeemable violent maniac.

Still, his idea had some merit. If they couldn't touch Ayanokoji Kiyotaka directly, targeting his partner might work.

Just then, the private room door suddenly opened again.

Nanase's heart jumped as she saw Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who had just left, return.

"Sorry, I came back to get my phone."

Ayanokoji met Nanase and Hosen's gazes calmly as he entered the room.

He walked over to the table, picked up a phone from underneath it, and Nanase's mood instantly plummeted.

"You bastard, were you recording us just now?"

Hosen, drawing from plenty of past experience, wore an extremely hostile expression.

He couldn't believe he'd slipped up here.

After all, Ayanokoji had arrived earlier than them, giving him both the means and time to prepare a recording.

But how could he have known something was wrong?

Hosen hadn't considered this possibility at all, so caught off guard, he only felt provoked and intensely irritated by Ayanokoji's actions.

Similarly, Nanase was filled with a sense of foreboding.

"Recording?"

Someone chuckled.

"No, Ayanokoji was just calling me."

Both Nanase and Hosen froze—the voice was coming from Ayanokoji's phone.

...

When Kaoru entered the private room, there was an inexplicably awkward atmosphere.

Ayanokoji sat silently to the side, Nanase seemed dazed, and Hosen lounged on the sofa, brazenly waiting for Kaoru.

The moment Kaoru stepped inside, all their attention focused on him. Hosen grinned widely.

Kaoru's eyes were immediately drawn to the muscular giant, who reminded him of his classmate Kito—both gave off a dangerous vibe.

However, Kito was merely eccentric-looking, while Hosen resembled an untamed beast.

"Giving me such a grand welcome on our first meeting, Mitoma. Seeing you really makes my fingers itch."

Hosen provoked without restraint. "Hey, want to fight me?"

His eyes, like those of a tiger or leopard, locked onto Kaoru.

It felt as though if Kaoru nodded, this beast would charge instantly—a truly chilling sensation.

Most people would struggle to withstand such pressure. If even a hint of fear showed, Hosen would press relentlessly, shattering their mental defenses.

This was the favorite intimidation tactic of delinquents: overwhelm the opponent with sheer presence from the start.

Especially with a violent-looking guy like Hosen, the intimidation was overwhelming, as if he might genuinely attack at any moment.

"Don't be so tense. I'm just here to see what's going on." Kaoru wasn't intimidated by him in the slightest; instead, he smiled and said, "To be honest, I bear no ill will toward any of you."

"What if I bear ill will toward you?"

Hosen Kazuo stared fixedly at Kaoru.

He didn't believe Kaoru's explanation at all.

Seeing Ayanokoji Kiyotaka pick up a phone from under the table would make anyone feel extremely threatened.

He had initially thought Ayanokoji was recording the conversation, but it turned out he was calling Kaoru, meaning today's negotiation couldn't escape Kaoru's ears.

Not only had his dialogue with Horikita Suzune been overheard, but even his previous plans had inadvertently been exposed under Kaoru's watch.

This sudden setback filled Hosen Kazuo with deep wariness and hostility toward Kaoru.

Hosen Kazuo hated this feeling of being manipulated!

He was genuinely considering whether to use violence to eliminate Kaoru.

After all, this was a private karaoke room—if they kept the noise down, chances were no one would hear.

"Many people bear ill will toward me; one more won't make a difference."

Kaoru naturally took a seat on the sofa opposite. "Shall I order a fruit platter and have the server bring up a fruit knife?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka stood silently behind him, giving off the vibe of a subordinate guarding his boss during negotiations.

"Heh, as long as you dare to agree."

A hint of madness flashed in Hosen Kazuo's eyes. "Why don't we find a secluded spot? I'm curious whether the Apex of this school has fists hard enough to back it up."

Kaoru studied this violent fanatic.

Ryuen Kakeru was at worst a delinquent who used underhanded methods, but this guy seemed utterly confident in his own brutality.

Given the chance, he'd probably not hesitate to resort to violence.

Hosen Kazuo met Kaoru's gaze fearlessly.

Even though he realized he'd been caught off guard, he refused to be outdone in terms of presence.

In fact, one could say he was deliberately provoking Kaoru.

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I was surprised, there is a lemon in this fic.... on a chinese fic of all things, first time i see that!