Even if you're a corrupted magical girl, you still have to try to redeem yourself.

In the same exam room, Yuuki occasionally saw some familiar faces. Although they couldn't exchange answers during the exam, it was still nice to go out and have dinner with the rest of the group after the exam.

However, it was a bit of a pity this time. Nishio Reki and Mizuno Yu, two academic underachievers, were grouped together, while the other students in the same grade, Baqi, Helica, and Mustard, were in separate exam rooms. Yuuki Enishi was the same, and she was sitting alone in the exam room, fiddling with the pen in her hand with nothing to do.

Besides her classmates, there were also some other familiar faces, such as the student council president, Niijima, who was sitting nearby.

Yuuki Yuen had a good impression of Niijima Azusa, the student council president. She was gentle, had excellent grades, and did everything herself. She was the complete opposite of the black-haired woman next door. Yuuki Yuen really thought that all student council presidents should learn from Niijima Azusa.

It's a pity that the "glasses girl" attribute in the game is taken by Sakura Hanako, otherwise this kind of bespectacled character who is the student council president on the surface but a school idol, no, a magical girl, would definitely be very popular.

After all, no matter what kind of role it is, there has to be a contrast.

Yuuki Yukino really wanted to see a character with a contrasting personality, but she didn't want to see such a character appear in her life in such an unexpected way.

In short, Niijima Azusa is next.

Chapter 162 Darkness Rushes In

If someone were to ask who has the best grades among the current third-year students at Yuehai Middle School, they would certainly get many different answers.

"I think it's Helica, the Thunder God. Although she has a terrible temper, her grades are excellent. Sometimes she even tutors classmates who are not doing well. I think it should be her."

"Isn't Inuyama Hatsuki's academic performance also quite good? She seems to have always been number one since she enrolled. She's a student at a prestigious academy, so her grades can't be bad."

"I think it's President Niijima. Just watching a few times is useless. Even if President Niijima isn't number one, he's not much different from number one. The average ranking is the most important thing."

However, if we change the question to "Who is the most popular among the third-year students at Yuehai Middle School?", the answer will be unsurprisingly consistent.

Student council president, Azusa Niijima.

But there are many reasons why Niijima Azusa is so popular.

"She, she, she got the band...on stage...so I think she's a good person, very, very caring about us...it was at the Christmas party."

This is Lin Jiezi's version of events.

"President Niijima, she does everything herself. She's always there when our disciplinary committee members are inspecting; she also helped when the arts and culture committee member was planning the college festival; and oh right, she also takes care of the student council work, like the opening ceremony and speeches. Isn't that amazing?"

This is how Riko Serizawa answered.

"Niijima is a very insightful person. She can use the most appropriate way to get along with anyone, which is remarkable. I have also received a lot of help from her, so I think it is only natural that Niijima is so popular."

Mizuno Yuya once said something similar.

"Why is she so popular? Why don't you take a look at how that crazy idiot became the student council president, and then look at how Niijima Azusa did it? The difference is obvious. Do you even know what 'obvious difference' means? Sigh, to be honest, I think Kurenai is no less capable than her, but she definitely can't do what Kurenai does. But everyone's personality is different, right?"

This is how Inuyama Tomoe would describe it.

Niijima Azusa herself knew that during her time as student council president at Gekkai Junior High School, she had a good reputation among her classmates, and she knew that this was the result of her continuous efforts.

Even Azusa Niijima herself wasn't entirely sure why she wanted to become the student council president.

Perhaps it's because his older sister used to be the student council president.

My older sister is outstanding. She was once the student council president, the ace of the track and field team, loved by everyone, and even got into a prestigious university. She was living a life of unparalleled glory.

However, Niijima Azusa is starting to forget her older sister's face.

But she clearly remembers the last time she saw that face was in a black and white photograph at her funeral, surrounded by white bouquets.

The parents wept silently, and the relatives sighed softly, as if the family's future had completely collapsed.

From then on, Niijima Azusa kept chasing after her older sister, even though she knew she could never beat her, never.

It seems that after she started working hard, she became the light of the family in place of her sister.

Did anyone ask her to do this? No, it was just wishful thinking on Niijima Azusa's part.

But if she didn't do that, Niijima Azusa wouldn't know what she should do.

Niijima Azusa is constantly learning—learning from textbooks, learning social skills, learning all sorts of abilities, and learning how to get closer to the image in her heart.

Keep learning, keep learning, keep learning.

Then, her excellence became taken for granted, and she became the one who could do anything.

However, despite her omnipotence, she could always see her sister walking ahead, leaving her with a silhouette that she could never surpass.

Niijima Azusa has gotten used to it.

Exams are fast approaching: final exams, graduation exams, entrance exams—one after another. These are obstacles that Azusa Niijima must overcome.

With the money she saved from part-time jobs and the pocket money her family gave her, Azusa Niijima enrolled in a cram school, hoping to improve herself further.

But one day, she was surprised to find herself falling asleep during her tutoring class.

This wasn't a big deal; it was just a sign that I was too tired. I would feel better after a good rest.

However, in the period that followed, Niijima Azusa's situation began to deteriorate rapidly.

I felt dizzy and weak, as if something called energy had been drained from my body.

One voice tells me I should take a break, while another voice tells me the task isn't finished and I can't rest yet.

In the end, Azusa Niijima chose the latter.

What would happen to my grades, my work in the student council, and the classmates who need help if I gave all that up?

A taut string will eventually reach its limit.

The final exam was originally just a trivial test, an opportunity for Azusa Niijima to test her learning progress.

She doesn't care much about her ranking. No matter what the ranking is, there will always be a first place. She may not be the first place winner, but she will work hard to win it.

The bell rang to signal the end of the exam for the last subject. The teachers collected the exam papers in order, and after the papers were sorted, the proctor gave the order to officially end the exam.

Immediately, a number of girls gathered around and began to chatter amongst themselves at Azusa Niijima's table.

"Niijima, Niijima, how did you do on the exam this time?"

"President, do you want to check the answers? We also want to know how many of our answers were wrong."

This scene would occur after every exam, and Azusa Niijima would be happy to share her answers with them. This not only allowed her to know her exam results in advance and do a complete review, but it was also a way to build good relationships with her classmates.

Although Niijima Azusa didn't have many extra thoughts, she just wanted to get along well with others and help them with a smile, just like her older sister.

After checking the answers, the atmosphere became slightly strange.

"Wait a minute? Why are our answers to these questions different from the president's?"

"Did we overlook something? Let's wait for the teacher to explain the question later."

"Yes, that's true. Thank you, President!"

Niijima Azusa waved to the others: "You're welcome, see you next week."

Even she herself began to feel as if her throat was getting tied up.

I made far too many mistakes.

This shouldn't be the case.

I stay up late every night to study and even go to tutoring classes in my spare time, so why am I getting worse and worse?

This is absolutely not normal... not normal!

pat.

Azusa Niijima's pen, which she had been holding while comparing answers with the others, fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which was immediately drowned out by the footsteps of the girls passing by her.

She found her hands trembling, trembling uncontrollably, so much so that she couldn't even hold a pen.

I've been putting too much pressure on myself; I've probably pushed myself too hard. I should take a good rest now that the final exams are over...

Final exams... grades...

Niijima Azusa took a deep breath, and before she could exhale, she felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer. A sharp buzzing sound came from her ears, like the uncomfortable sound of an old television short-circuiting and the pattern made of colored blocks.

Azusa Niijima, who was about to bend down to pick up the pen, suddenly slumped into a chair, all she could hear were those sounds.

Even Niijima Azusa's consciousness seemed to turn into a chaotic screen of static at that moment.

Amidst the cacophony, a voice rang out.

Niijima Azusa couldn't hear what it was saying, but she knew that the voice was blaming and cursing her.

Niijima Azusa strained her ears to listen, trying to catch the sound.

She then successfully understood the content of those voices.

Even when she didn't want to listen anymore, those voices still lingered in Azusa Niijima's ears.

How embarrassing!

How can you, in such a sorry state, be a role model for others?

What makes you think you can catch up with that figure?

What makes you think your existence is meaningful?

You're just a loser, a loser who can't do anything right.

You are a useless person, someone who shouldn't exist in this world.

Being hated, alienated, abandoned, and forgotten—this is the ending that suits you best.

This is the ending that suits us best.

So come on, so come on, so come join us!

Niijima Azusa heard it; the voice was inviting her.

It... is very warm.

Unable to resist, Niijima Azusa raised her head to look at the voice and the black mud that surged towards her along with it.

I felt like I was still that helpless little girl at the funeral, and the world I was supposed to illuminate had once again fallen into darkness.

Even he himself was gradually swallowed up, assimilated, and stained with pitch black in this darkness.

In that darkness, Azusa Niijima seemed to have grasped something.

It's so soft, so warm, so delicate, it feels like it would break at the slightest touch.

She should tear those things to shreds, a voice inside her was telling her.

With just a little force, the object in my hand will emit a painful yet pleasant groan.

Hearing such a sound filled Niijima Azusa with immense pleasure.