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"——Iwanami-san."

Saito's face darkened.

"What you should explain now is why Meijia's sportswear appears in your sports backpack. Can you please not change the subject?"

"Explain what?" the young man asked indifferently, his eyes scanning the entire audience.

Yuzuki, Kaga, Ebina, the impatient girl, the scared Mika... I scanned everyone's faces one by one.

A pair of dark and colorful eyes, when staring, they are like the calm black sea, and when they are flowing, they are like stars flying away in the sky.

Finally, it stopped at Saito, who was standing in front of the crowd, showing a leadership posture.

A hint of sarcasm appeared in Kato Yusuke's eyes, and he asked again: "Is there any explanation?"

"This won't work, Iwanami-san."

Saito shook his head, with a slight hint of blame in his tone, silently moving the rhythm, "If you did something like that because of impulse, just apologize to everyone."

The legitimate remarks contained both fair reason and sensitivity for his benefit, but they reshaped the atmosphere of the class without leaving a trace, creating a feeling that "Iwanami can be blamed."

However, Saito alone could not control the situation, so someone else spoke.

"...That's really not good." Ebina, who belongs to Yuzuki Group, said.

"You should apologize if you do something wrong. This is what elementary school students know, right?" Kaga, another group member, also softly agreed.

During this period, Youyue didn't speak, she just hid her body behind the crowd and watched from the sidelines.

But other students came out to speak.

"If it's a misunderstanding, it's better to make it clear earlier."

"But didn't Masaka-san and the deputy class president tell me that Iwanami-san has an alibi?"

"That being said, based on the relationship between those three people... can it really be counted as evidence?"

under their influence.

The originally frozen malice showed signs of resurgence.

It even went a step further and began to directly turn into verbal accusations, falling on the young man.

Like a carefully woven net, it enveloped Kato Yusuke.

"Apologise, Iwanami-san." Saito took a step forward and continued: "In this case, both Mika and everyone will forgive you, right?"

After saying this, he turned to look at the crowd, as if he was politely asking everyone for their opinions, full of humility.

"Wow... Such a thing is really... so scary." As if she was infected, Meijia began to cry again.

Taking the cry as an opportunity, the malice cleverly concealed by a sense of justice began to spread in the class.

"Ah, you're right."

"You mean, even if he didn't do it, he should apologize for making the girl cry, right?"

"It's Iwanami-san's fault."

Different from the initial whispers and whispers, everyone spoke directly and sincerely, piercing all those words towards the young man standing in the center of the classroom.

Now, no one cares about whether Yusuke Kato did the thing or not, as long as they stand on the "right" side and condemn him.

Hidden in the corner, Youyue's eyes flashed with joy, and the corner of her mouth curled up as if a great revenge had been avenged.

Even if the other party will retaliate for this, it doesn't matter if the photo is exposed.

"If you want to die, let's die together. In the worst case, we will all die together." This thought filled her mind.

She Youyue is a proud daughter of heaven and must not be looked down upon by anyone.

Looking at the scene in front of me.

A chilling feeling suddenly rose from Sayu's feet, causing her to hug her arms tightly. For the first time, she intuitively felt the justice distorted by the darkness.

Yuezi on the side also opened his mouth blankly, unable to speak.

Including the boys from the football club who were close to Yusuke, they also kept their mouths shut.

Then, it seemed like he couldn't bear the pressure.

"Ugh... ugh...!" Yuko Masaka covered her mouth, lowered her head and ran out of the classroom quickly.

And in the next second, a low and calm voice sounded.

"It's such a clumsy method. Is this all you can do?"

The scene suddenly became silent.

Everyone frowned and looked at the young man who said this, their expressions seemed to be full of confusion and disgust.

But before they could speak, Kato Yusuke continued to speak.

"Did you know? In creatures other than humans, there is also a phenomenon of exclusion. Chimpanzees will attack their peers in groups, and goldfish also tend to attack weak individuals."

"It is the instinct of creatures to exclude the weak or aliens in the group. Even humans with reason have this residual nature. So you do this kind of thing, at best, just because your intelligence is similar to that of animals."

The clear voice spreads out, possessing a quiet and steady power.

"——That is to say."

Saito lowered his brows and his eyes became sharp, "In Iwanami-san's eyes, we are just animals. Can I understand this?"

"Sorry, what I just said may not be right." Yusuke Kato said calmly: "Using the word animal to you is actually an insult to animals."

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Saito's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he showed a generous expression and smiled helplessly.

"I understand how you feel, but it's not okay to say such things. You should calm down first, Iwanami-san."

"Although you are free to put on airs, do you think you can cover up your sense of being a lost dog by doing this?"

"...What are you talking about?"

Snap.

"Whether it's basketball or Sayu's things..."

The boy who said this took a step forward and suddenly increased his volume.

"——Just a low-level loser, how dare you bark like a beast here?"

The rich voice vibrated the air, full of majestic momentum, making people unable to help but cover their ears.

The tall and tall figure stands tall and straight, and just standing there gives off a feeling like a mountain.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Everyone in the classroom was shocked and held their breath at this tense situation.

Saito's face suddenly became clouded, as if he was about to drip with gloom, but he suppressed his emotions and asked, "What did you say about me just now?"

His eyebrows were knitted together, his eyes were as wide as an ox, and his taut cheeks were unsmiling and full of sternness.

The young man sneered back, "What? Have my words stimulated your small self-esteem? You are just a third-rate player, but you are arrogant here. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Saito gasped rapidly, and the flames of anger began to burn in his chest.

Kato Yusuke turned a deaf ear to this, and continued speaking as if he wanted to add more fuel to this foundation.

"A small role is a small role. No matter how you use small tricks, it can't change your inherent inferiority. If you think that by framing me, you can alienate the relationship between me and Sayu, you are just wishful thinking."

Hearing this, the crowd could not help but murmur.

"False accusations and alienation...are you talking about Saito-san?"

"Did Saito take away the sportswear and frame it for Iwanami-san?"

"Isn't it possible?"

"But, Saito, didn't he have the experience of being rejected by the official... deputy squad leader? It seems that there is no reason, right?"

"Wow, is this a conspiracy theory? It's so scary..."

The students were thoughtful.

Gradually, some people began to come back to their senses, and the eyes they looked at Saito became uncomfortable.

Snap.

The sound of something breaking sounded in Saito's mind.

His expression instantly became ferocious, and he strode towards Yusuke, a wild beast-like roar emanating from his throat.

"...You're just a bastard who uses low-level tactics to force girls to date you. Stop talking so shamelessly——!!"

Saito, who was roaring so furiously at this moment, was completely without his usual modesty. The picture of the person in front of him getting along with the girl he liked flashed rapidly in his mind.

Holding hands, kissing, making love, and the girl's way of protecting him regardless of her own safety.

Everything made Saito feel unbearable, and what finally settled in front of him was the figure of the man looking down at him on the basket.
To be continued...