[Comprehensive] Superpower's Strength Supremacy Classroom

"Long Yuan, I'm not questioning you, I just think... this method won't work, right?"

Nakamura stood in front of Ryuuen and said hesitantly.

"Oh?" Long Yuan sat on the chair with his feet crossed. Hearing this, he gave him a look without any expression of joy or anger, and forced him to see that he was covered in cold sweat. "So, you plan to disobey my order?"

"Of course not! It's just..."

"It's just? It's just that you're afraid when things are coming to an end?" Long Yuan sneered, "Useless things!"

He stood up and stretched his hands forward: "Let you be knocked down under the gun, and then sent to the hospital... Then, can the injury be faked? No, it's not enough, it must be the real injury... This is just to let The first step towards the end of Class D!"

Nakamura was sweating profusely, this man was terrifying.

"Forget it, I don't have much to talk to you about." Long Yuan suddenly lost interest, and then waved his hand, "Albert, do it."

"Yes, **" the tall black high school student took a step forward, and Nakamura involuntarily backed away.

"immediately……?"

Long Yuan ignored him, and suddenly said: "By the way, be a little lighter, don't make him unable to move."

"yes, ****!"

"Wait! I haven't... ah!"

Hearing the heavy beating and screams coming out of the small recording pen in Ayanokouji's hand, Nakamura collapsed completely, and he knelt on the ground.

"Why... why is there a recording in the hands of class D!"

Although the other two were not present, it could be seen from his reaction that the recording was real, so they all looked like the sky was about to fall.

It went smoothly unexpectedly, Ayanokōji and Ichinose looked at each other, threw away all the manuscripts that had been typed before, and continued: "Nothing is impossible, we have no comment on the source of the recording, but the content is true ,right?"

"This……"

—Of course not true, the recording is fake.

When Ayanokōji got the recording in Saiki's hand, he had the idea of ​​forging evidence. At first, he thought it was a bit of a fantasy, and it wasn't that someone with a bow tie covered all the detectives and policemen. Turning a knob can imitate other people's voices seamlessly.

...Sorry, I just slipped through the scene.

However, after asking the computer-savvy people in the class, I found that although this kind of thing is not simple, it is not complicated. Using software to analyze it, you can convert other people's voices into specific people's voices—as long as you have that person in your hand A clearer sound source is fine.

Although the sound produced in this way will be a bit strange, and it will not be so similar to the real person's voice-but the recording itself is distorted, and the difference will not be found if it is not too big.

Then, let Kushida investigate the way those people spoke, try to record them, and possible masterminds... At this time, Ichinose brought a useful news, that is, the leader of Class C is Ryuuen, and the person in charge The person who does the work is usually the black boy named Albert next to him, who doesn't look like a middle school student at all. This saves Kushida a lot of time, and I'm really grateful.

But Ryuuen and Albert were okay, the injured Nakamura had been hospitalized, and there was no chance to record his voice, so Horikita had no choice but to come up with a way to act out the scene yesterday.

She gave Ayanokouji a death order, no matter what method you use, you can cheat or cheat, anyway, you have to stick the recording pen to Nakamura's mouth to record his voice!

Ayanokoji: →_→

This is probably the case. In fact, things are not complicated at all, but the success rate is really not high-to put it bluntly, the conversations in the recording are all their own imaginations, even if they understand the other party's way of speaking, what's the use?As long as there is a half sentence that is different from the situation at that time, it may be noticed.

Horikita and Ayanokouji dared to play this way because they wanted to take advantage of each other's fear. People may not be able to remember a conversation so firmly, but the pain engraved on the body will never be forgotten. Memory, my mind will automatically confuse the recording I heard with the memory at that time.

It's easy to say, according to Horikita's words, the success rate is no more than [-]%, they are just taking a gamble, but they didn't expect the other party to have no doubts at all... Could it be that the content they simulated is completely consistent with the real situation?

There is such a coincidence?

Keeping the doubts in mind, Ayanokōji shook the recording pen in front of the three of them: "If I hand this recording over to the school, what will happen to Class C?"

"In that case...we will be..." The three of them followed Ayanokoji's train of thought, trying to imagine, "Exit...from school?"

"Ah, yes, if you frame your classmates maliciously, you will probably be expelled from school, right?"

"Wait... No! Absolutely not! Ryuuen said that he would never be discovered!"

"No way, that Long Yuan is just like you, he is just a high school student, it's normal to make mistakes."

"...It's over! We're going to be over!"

"We're all going to be kicked out!"

Not only Nakamura, but also the other two people. Although they are not in the recording, as accomplices, none of them can escape, and they will definitely be expelled from school!

At this time, Ayanokōji said, "However, there is still room for maneuver."

"What?" The three of them asked as if grasping at straws, regardless of their opposing positions.

"If you go to the school to withdraw the complaint and say that you don't sue Sudou, I can choose not to hand over the recording to the school."

The three were overjoyed, but couldn't believe it: "Why?"

Why are you helping us?

"I don't want to help you guys." Ling Xiaolu shook his head, and continued, "Thinking about it carefully, even handing over the recorder won't do me any good. It's just getting you expelled from school, and it's none of our business."

"But, if that's the case, it's easy for Class D to overtake us in one go..."

"Ah, sorry, I'm not interested in this. I'm very selfish. Being comfortable in school is more important to me than classes or anything."

"You mean..." The three reacted and glared at Ayanokouji.

Ling Xiaolu took a step forward: "In other words, how many points are you willing to spend so that you will not be expelled from school?"

"You are taking advantage of the fire!"

"No, this is the only possibility that I offer you not to be expelled from school." Ayanokōji looked at the time on the phone, "There are still 15 minutes before the start of the second trial, do you want to think about it?"

"...Don't think about it." Nakamura gritted his teeth, "Up to [-]!"

"Not enough." Ayanokouji flatly refused, "I think you've all been paid for doing this kind of thing, right? I want 30."

"Impossible!" Yamada shouted, "Longyuan only gave us 30 yuan! And it's already been spent a lot, it's impossible for us to get [-] yuan!"

"The two of you received one hundred thousand...but that classmate, yes, the one who was injured, should have received more 'compensation', right?"

Nakamura gritted his teeth.

"I don't care. The big deal is that I lost a fortune. You have to think about it clearly. If you are expelled from school, it will be useless to keep more personal points."

……

I moved my clairvoyance away from Ayanokoji, and it seemed that it was going well there, but Sakura's side...

Alone, she mustered up the courage to find her once fanatical fan and now the shop assistant of the idiot stalker.

"Oh——my little Shizuku, have you finally come to see me?" Seeing her appearance, the clerk immediately expressed ecstasy, his eyes flushed, Sakura took a few steps back in fright, and tried not to leave. Run away.

"Mr. Clerk...I...I came to you to explain to you..."

"Okay, okay, what did Xiao Shizuku say? As long as it is you, I will listen to it!" The clerk approached a few more steps, and Sakura backed away.

Feeling that the time was about the same, I inserted a magnetic card in my hand into the mobile phone, and after ten seconds or so, I sent a message to Ayanokoji with this mobile phone.

All right.

Next, just wait for Ayanokoji to come to the hero to save the beauty, and then the favorability in Sakura's heart will rise in a straight line.

"...Well, I want to say... that's right!" Sakura gritted her teeth and threw the paper bag in her arms to the ground, "Please don't write to me again!"

The paper bag was torn open, and hundreds of white letters floated out and scattered all over the floor. The clerk looked at the letters that condensed his heart, and tilted his head: "Ah? Little Shizuku, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand?" ah?"

The act of mustering courage just now seemed to give Sakura energy at once, and she magnified her voice rarely: "I said, please don't write to me again, or send me some strange messages! I...I... ..."

The clerk's smile deepened, and she approached Sakura, but she didn't notice in the excitement: "You? What?"

"I……"

"what?"

"I don't know Mr. Clerk at all! I have nothing to do with you! Please don't bother me anymore!" Shouting what she wanted to say in one breath, Sakura realized that the distance between herself and this adult man was too close. He hurriedly wanted to back up, but when he moved, his back hit the rolling door.

——Because I was too nervous, the clerk didn't know when to close the door.

"Little Shizuku, what you said made me so sad!" The clerk approached her further, "Every day, every day, every day! I think about Xiao Shizuku! Isn't Xiao Shizuku the same? Ah?! Why are you lying to yourself, why are you rejecting me? Why——!!!"

The last sentence snarled, and his expression was suddenly ferocious. Sakura closed her eyes in fright and wanted to run to the side, but was grabbed by the shoulder.

"Little Shizuku...Little Shizuku! My little Shizuku!

"I'm not...don't..." Sakura desperately shook her head helplessly, "I don't know you at all!"

"Don't... know me? Ha... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The clerk's mouth twitched, and then he laughed violently, "It's okay! Little Shizuku! I know, I know! It's okay, I just prove it show you!"

As he spoke, he fixed Sakura's wrists with his left hand, and reached for the collar of her school uniform jacket with his right hand.

"No...don't—!!!" Looking at the hand in front of her, Sakura screamed.

"It's okay, Shizuku-chan...we'll be one soon...soon...what?"

The clerk tried to mess with his thick arm but was grabbed by a white and slender hand.

Looking up, beside him, a cute girl with short hair and glasses grabbed his right hand and looked at him calmly.

——You pervert, what do you want to do?ah?