6.6
“Aww, we lost. Completely,” said Ichinose, sounding a little frustrated as she got out of the pool.
Sure, we were just playing, but no one had wanted to lose. Class D achieved victory after winning two consecutive sets.
“That’s all thanks to Sudou-kun,” said Horikita.
Sudou smiled smugly at this compliment. He was undoubtedly happy that the girl he liked had praised him, especially since Horikita was sparing with compliments.
“You’re in basketball. Some boys from our class play, too, but I’ve heard about you, Sudou-kun. They say you’re the best first-year student,” said Ichinose.
“Of course,” he replied.
More importantly, that meant word had gotten around to other classes. I wondered if this volleyball
game was just a test. Sudou’s athleticism was a match for the upperclassmen. Any exam that depended on physical activity would be a huge boon for Sudou, and for us. From Ichinose’s perspective, Sudou was now a threat.
“If you guys hadn’t dragged us down, we could’ve had an overwhelming victory,” said Sudou.
“Damn it. Sudou’s getting full of himself,” said Yamauchi. He collapsed outside the pool, glaring at Sudou with frustration. After the volleyball game was done, Sudou had kept his promise to deliver a death sentence to Yamauchi, and knocked him out.
“Well, as long as we won, it’s all good. This means we can eat whatever we want for lunch,” I said, redirecting Sudou’s focus from anger to food.
“Yeah, guess so. Since we’re pretty broke, this is good.” Sudou was acting a little cocky, but he deserved to. He’d won the game single-handed.
“Well then, how about lunch?”
Our stomachs grumbled, right on cue. Ichinose, Sudou, and the rest headed toward the food stands. Horikita hung back and followed further behind.
“Ayanokouji-kun. You’re not really bad at sports, are you? Even though you’re a beginner at volleyball, your movements were odd,” she observed.
Horikita had seen me fight her brother some time ago. She recalled how I’d moved.
“Ichinose was watching me closely,” I answered.
“You’re not going to show your hand yet, then. I suppose the other classes must be frantically trying to analyze Class D’s combat abilities right now,” replied Horikita.
As we arrived at the food stands, Ichinose turned to us. “Just as we promised, you can have whatever you like, and however much you want. Eat up!” she said.
“All right! In that case, we’re not holding back!”
The three idiots, their appetites many times greater than anyone else’s, rushed for the food. Ichinose just stood there, grinning.
“Wait, are you paying for the whole thing yourself?”
“Yeah. I’m the one who suggested the bet,” Ichinose replied. That might be true, but this was going to be stupidly expensive. “I’m pretty frugal, so everything should be just fine.”
Kushida appeared puzzled. “But, Ichinose-san, didn’t you use up quite a few points on stuff like swimwear? I know Class D can’t compare itself to Class B, but we’re just barely getting by.”
“Hmm. Well, I don’t really care much about fashion. I kinda wear whatever, and I can just rotate outfits anyway. I guess that’s sort of weird for a girl to say,” Ichinose chuckled.
“Not at all. It’s good not to spend a lot, I think.”
In my own prejudiced view, girls cared about looking good. That was certainly true of Kushida. I would’ve thought that Horikita was indifferent, but even she seemed to pay attention to her hair and clothes.
“There might be something more important for me to use points on eventually,” said Ichinose.
“All right, then. I won’t hold back,” said Horikita. She’d always been a light eater, but having Class B treating us seemed to make her gluttonous.
“Sure, that’s fine. But it’d be a waste to have leftovers, so eat everything!” said Ichinose.
I was personally pretty interested in the junk food, and chose what I wanted.
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