Classroom of the Elite: Crimson Usurper (Volume 2)

Chapter 3: An Expected Witness

"AAHHH... I'm tired." I yawned and placed my hand over my mouth. I stayed up way too late for research.

"What were you doing last night?" Shinohara asked.

"Beating it."

"You disgust me."

"Hey. I mean it was very hard. Maybe you should've lent a hand-"

"Get away from me." She made a gun-like gesture and aiming it at me as if it were literally a handgun.

"Um, I was beating a game that I've been playing for a week. I finally finished it last night. You have a dirty mind. Put the gun down and clean it."

"Eh? Is it my fault though? You tend to say those things a lot."

She went to grab a snack from her plastic bag, which was inside her desk, and opened it.

"What's that?"

"Chocolate chip chippy cookies."

'Chocolate chip what cookies?'

"What the fuck's with that name?" I asked.

"It's just a name. Don't overthink everything." She said as she plopped a cookie into her mouth.

Right... Right...

"Ngh...! Ngh...! ...Sudou's a bitch!" Huh?

I peered over her and saw 2 individuals debating in something...Huh? Why is there such a crowd over there? Who said Sudou's a bitch?

"I'm checking what's happening." I said as I stood up.

"Save your last remaining braincells, it's not worth it."

"Suicide it is."

"No! Value your life!"

I ignored her warning, don't, and went over to the source of entertainment. I edged closer to the gathering, intrigued by the debate that had attracted a crowd.

"You don't understand. Sudou-kun's very important to this class." a calm, feminine voice claimed.

"Bring his ass down to Class E!" a not so calm, masculine voice claimed. He dramatically threw his arms up as if he were conducting a symphony. "Teachers should ban him from this prestigious school!"

Rino, with her indigo hair, was putting up a surprisingly fierce defense of Sudou. Meanwhile, Okiya, the orange-brown-haired guy who was practically a cartoon character, was leaning into a rant about Sudou.

"What the hell is this? Social media is not real life." she countered.

"Eh... you're right. He should get extradited! Get his ass out now!"

I don't think Okiya's a real person.

Well... nobody besides me is... 

"Absolutely not. Sudou-kun's vital to our class. He's like the... um, glue of our class?" She must have realized the analogy fell flat because her expression morphed into a confused frown. "Just... he's there... holding things together in the class... Our class is stuck together in..."

"In what? Holding what together? His braincells? He doesn't hold anything together. Yeah, our class is definitely stuck together... in a disaster!"

The crowd erupted with laughter. What... does Sudou hold together?

"Haha!! Okiya's right. but it's more like a documentary of a train wreck!"

"Ike," Okiya turned his head almost unhuman like with a cold stare, "Who invited you into the conversation. Peasant?"