Welcome to the Classroom of Espers (Classroom of the Elite x The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

Chapter 10: Brother-Sister Fight!?

After getting the past exam data from Student Council President Horikita, I returned to my dorm room and then teleported back home.

Since bringing the data file on my device could risk being detected by GPS, I had printed it out instead.

The copier does keep a record, but an ordinary student wouldn’t be able to access the dorm copier’s log that easily.

Unless they used points, that is.

The supposed past exam papers I had transcribed the other day were left in the dorm, but since it would be troublesome if anyone happened to see them, I brought them back here instead.

Not that I ever get visitors at my place, but there’s no harm in being cautious.

As for the copier, I had made sure to use it at a time when no one else was around.

Now then, comparing the supposed past exam I had transcribed with the one given to me by the Student Council President, they turned out to be completely identical. Which means what I had copied was indeed the real past exam.

It feels like I went through quite a hassle just to confirm that, but at least I also got the contact information of the greatest Student Council President in history, so I’ll count that as a win.

The real problem is what to do with these past exams.

I don’t need them myself, and since I ended up acquiring them without paying points, I have no reason to sell them to anyone.

Still, just letting them sit there unused feels like a waste.

The only options I can think of are either selling or distributing them.

I could print out a bunch and slip them into the mailboxes of every first-year, but I have no idea how the school would react to that, and someone would surely catch me in the act.

Besides, there are surveillance cameras over the mailbox slots.

If anyone tried to track down who was responsible, it would be obvious it was me.

I could turn invisible, but then the school would start investigating how the papers got delivered, and if they launched a “hunt for the invisible man,” that would be a real pain.

I could also hand out one copy to each class leader, but giving it to them directly would make me stand out, and if I tried to use a middleman, the trail would still lead back to me as the source.

Maybe I could fold them into paper airplanes and send them flying into each class leader’s room with telekinesis… but since I don’t know if their windows are even open, they’d probably just end up landing on the balcony.

Selling them to the other classes—say, Class D—would just be cruel, considering their financial situation.

This month, Class 1-D received zero points.

From what I’ve heard, they’ve been racking up daily infractions like being late, dozing off in class, chatting, and using their phones during lessons. In that sense, they brought it upon themselves—but surely not every single student in Class D is guilty.

I could choose to give the past exams only to the victims in that class, but I feel like they’d probably be able to overcome the midterms on their own anyway.

I could ask someone for advice on what to do, but that would basically mean admitting that I’m holding past exam papers.

—Actually, there is one person who already knows that I have them.

Back in the dorm, I turned on the mobile terminal I rarely used, and dialed the contact I had just registered.

“Didn’t expect you to call me the same day I gave you my contact. Saiki, I take it you’re not about to say you’ve decided to join the student council already?”

(Is this about the past exams?)

Even though I felt a little bad for calling out of the blue, the student council president still picked up on the second ring.

Does he have that much free time? The thought was rude, but before I could speak to the perceptive president, he cut in first with, “Sorry, but…”

“I’m out right now on some business. If you send me an email, I’ll reply once I’m done.”

(He and I are the only ones who know about the past exam papers. Leaving a record in an email shouldn’t be an issue.)

It seemed he was tied up with something, and with that, he ended the call.

Out at this hour? Life must be tough for the student council president, I thought—but then again, being back in the dorm meant I was the one suffering, surrounded by the overwhelming flood of telepathic chatter from all the students under the same roof.

Still, for someone who said he was “out,” his telepathy felt like it was coming from somewhere near the dorm.

(I’d like to lend an ear to a capable kouhai’s concerns… but if my sister calls me out, I can’t very well refuse her.)

Hmm. So it was his sister who called him out.

Called out? If they’re siblings, couldn’t they just meet in their rooms? Or is it against the rules for boys and girls to enter each other’s rooms at this hour?

I’d better check the dorm regulations later. For now, I stepped out onto the balcony and turned my gaze toward the direction of Horikita’s telepathy.

Through clairvoyance, I could see a long-haired girl with the same black hair as his, standing with him.

Wait… they’re both still in their uniforms at this hour?

(Brother, look at me now. I’m not the same as I was before. Now I can finally—)

(Suzune… you still mistaken isolation for independence, don’t you?)

From here, I couldn’t really make out what they were saying.

It’s troublesome if they don’t speak their thoughts plainly.

Guess I’ll turn invisible and teleport somewhere closer where I can hear them without being noticed.

(So the student council president and Horikita are siblings… I knew they had the same surname, but still.)

I teleported to behind a vending machine near them, careful not to get caught—only to find someone else already there.

He was a little taller than me.

Looking through him with clairvoyance, his body seemed ordinary at first glance, but in reality, it was a precisely honed build with no wasted effort.

And why is he still in uniform too? Did the anime production team run out of time to design his casual clothes?

(Hmm…? Did I just sense someone else nearby…? Maybe it’s just my imagination…)

What the hell kind of intuition is that?

I came here invisible, and yet he can sense me? Is he some battle manga character or what?

“Haah… I was in a good mood today, but thanks to you, Suzune, it’s all ruined.”

“Wait, brother! I’m not finished yet!”

“I’ve no obligation to hear you out, nor do I have anything to say to you. Get lost before I change my mind.”

(Assigned to Class D… I can’t say I’m surprised, Suzune.)

“Brother! Please, just listen to me!”

Since I had only caught things partway through, I didn’t fully understand the flow of the conversation—but from the look of it, Student Council President Horikita’s mood was anything but calm, while his younger sister continued to press him.

But that was a mistake.

“You’re persistent. Have you really become this disobedient?”

(Fortunately, there aren’t any surveillance cameras here. A good place for discipline, then.)

If Horikita’s sister had quickly withdrawn, the president would likely have settled for scolding her with words.

But by pushing back, she seemed only to fuel his anger.

Calling it “discipline,” the president raised his fist against her.

It was so fast, so sudden, that she couldn’t possibly dodge.

“…What are you?”

“Ayanokoji-kun—!?”

But before the punch could land, it was stopped by the male student standing beside me.

So that’s the Ayanokoji Chabashira-sensei had mentioned.

If he hadn’t been here, I would have tripped the president with telekinesis.

“Your discipline is rather rough, President.”

“Eavesdropping? Out this late at night—what a distasteful hobby.”

(Ayanokoji? Isn’t he the one who supposedly scored exactly fifty points on every subject in the entrance exam?)

The name his sister called out seemed familiar to the president, and he realized who this peculiar student was.

“I’d say throwing a punch at your own sister under the pretense of discipline is questionable in itself.”

(Brother-sister quarrels aren’t usually this violent… right? Horikita looks terrified.)

No, sibling fights are like that. I never hold back against my brother when he comes at me.

“You’d butt into family matters, as an outsider?”

“We’re classmates, after all. So—are you going to continue?”

Ayanokoji’s calm question seemed to throw the president off his stride. He hesitated briefly.

(It’s fine to postpone Suzune’s education until after we leave this place. She still has three years left. Here, she’ll have countless chances to change. And if she leaves before those three years are up, she’ll learn her place soon enough.)

“No. This is a waste of time. Seems I’ve shown you an unsightly scene, Ayanokoji.”

“Not really.”

(He pulled back quicker than I expected.)

“Suzune, let me tell you this: don’t mistake isolation for independence. Until you understand that, don’t show your face to me again.”

(If you can’t figure it out, maybe spending a few years apart from each other would fix you. If you truly grow and stop imitating me, then I’ll grant you another chance to talk. But will you realize it before I graduate?)

With that, the student council president turned his back to Ayanokoji and walked off toward the dorm.

Through his telepathy, I could understand that this was his way of showing brotherly concern.

But why couldn’t he just say it aloud?

Is this what they call tsundere?

“You alright, Horikita?”

“Y-yes…”

Having a brother like that must be rough on her.

Thinking back on my own masochistic brother, who challenged me again and again just to lose, and then seeing Horikita’s brother—so clumsy in showing affection, hiding it behind a tsundere façade—I couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy for his sister.

Not that I’ve ever actually spoken to her.

I’ll leave her care to Ayanokoji-kun and head back myself.

Still, Ayanokoji’s movements were impressive, even to an untrained eye.

Having all of his scores in every subject match with each other on the entrance exam, reading the student council president’s attack, then stepping in and stopping his fist with such solid balance… It’s clear both his academics and physical ability are top-notch.

I can understand why Chabashira-sensei has such expectations for him. But if that’s the case, why is he in Class D? Did something happen before he enrolled here?

Judging from the way he helped Horikita’s sister, it doesn’t seem like he has issues with personality or teamwork.

I suppose I’ll find out sooner or later.

After heading back, I sent an email to President Horikita, asking how I should make use of the past exam papers. He replied with a rather long message, but the gist of it was: “Figure it out yourself.”

I figured as much. Nothing I can do about it. I’ll just think about it again tomorrow.