Heading to Class D-It's the Real Deal! If I'd Been Assigned Here, I'd Have Given Up on the Spot! / Suzune Horikita's Generosity: I'll Put Up 100,000 Points Myself!

So she couldn't just casually aid the enemy like that.

"Not Class B, and not Class C," Oreki said. "I'm a Class A student. I won't do anything that harms Class A."

Oh.

The upperclassmen should have either known about or already experienced these rules, so selling the information to them was out of the question. That meant they could only turn to the lower grades.

And Classes B and C had both been ruled out.

In other words, the target was Class D.

The place described in the rules as something like a garbage dump.

Heading to Class D—this was the real deal! If you got assigned here, you'd give up on the spot!

The outstanding elites were in Class A, office-worker-level people were in Class B, socially gathered types were in Class C, and as for Class D, it was probably a garbage dump.

That was the information Teacher Majima had provided.

However, considering that Classmate Sakayanagi and Kamuro both had weaknesses, yet had still been assigned to Class A—

Therefore.

The criteria for class placement, and the scope of what was considered, were rather complicated.

Perhaps it could be categorized as academic ability (written exams), athletic ability (physical fitness), coordination skills (interpersonal relationships), shortcomings, flaws, and so on.

All of it was ultimately considered together.

Students assigned to Class D, if they weren't poor students, athletically hopeless, unwilling to listen to others, or unable to cooperate, then they must have... some kind of serious defect.

Oreki had considered this school's rules.

And after receiving further information from Teacher Majima, he realized that since Classes A, B, C, and D were fluid—since they could change—then the four classes' initial strengths must differ, though each had room to make up for its shortcomings.

In other words, each class would probably be assigned a few exceptionally capable people.

So the other classes might also be hiding plenty of talent.

That made it necessary for him, as a Class A student, to investigate them.

Then the two of them arrived at Class 1-D.

Class 1-D was on the second floor.

However, the students of Class 1-D had not yet dispersed.

Voices could be heard coming from inside.

Though they should have been free to do as they pleased now.

Because the conversation was somewhat... unsuitable to overhear.

It was a conversation among the boys.

The boys of Class D were actually discussing who was the cutest girl in class.

"Who cares about cute? I'd rather join a bust-size ranking!" one boy said. "I think Hasebe would definitely win."

"Because we're men! Our heads are always full of that stuff!"

"I'm in too."

"Me too, me too."

The boys had already noisily gathered together, enthusiastically and crudely discussing the girls' breast sizes.

Some of the girls in the classroom looked at them as though they were garbage, their contempt only growing.

No matter how well those boys performed in the future, they probably would never manage to date a single girl in their class.

Oreki clearly saw that Kamuro, standing beside him with a face as though everyone owed her money, seemed even more displeased.

Well.

Probably no girl liked hearing a topic like that.

However.

Oreki did not think ordinary students would discuss such things in public.

In other words... calling Class D a garbage dump was not wrong.

Looking at it this way.

Being assigned to Class A was really fortunate.

Houtarou Oreki thought to himself.

Because once someone understood this school's rules, if they were in Class D, they would probably... drop out and give up on the spot.

With teammates like these pigs, no matter how many points they had, they would all be deducted.

Even if they wanted to work hard for their class, those people would drag them down.

It was only the first month of the Behavioral Standards Exam, yet they were discussing this in the classroom, under the cameras. Class D had probably already lost fifty points today.

Looking at it this way, why even strive for Class A?

There was only automatic expulsion, or... finding a chance to save up twenty million points and going solo.

As he walked forward, he found that around twenty students from Class D were still in the classroom.

However, it was not only boys who remained.

There were probably around five girls as well.

Four of them looked ordinary, but one girl with long black hair was remarkably beautiful.

Top-tier beautiful.

Her waist-length black hair cascaded over her back and shoulders. On the right side was a small bow tied from a white ribbon, along with a long, thin braid.

Her waterfall-like black hair carried a faint lily fragrance, probably the scent of shampoo.

Long eyelashes, orange eyes like those of a fox filled with allure, and delicate features.

Yet the girl's expression was cold, as though she constantly radiated an aura that kept others away.

She merely sat by the window, quietly reading, seemingly not even sparing the boys a glance as though they were garbage.

She was the kind of person who formed a world all by herself.

Then a sloppily dressed boy squeezed into the crowd discussing the ranking.

His name seemed to be Yamauchi.

"I'm betting too. By the way, I'm betting on Sakura."

Yamauchi seemed to recall something and began whispering.

"I'll only tell you guys this, but Sakura actually confessed to me," Yamauchi said.

"Huh? R-Really?" Naturally, the others did not believe him.

They had only just enrolled. Was someone really that bold on the first day?

Yamauchi seemed eager to prove himself. "Really, really. But keep it secret! Of course I rejected an inconspicuous girl like her. If she's not on Kikyou Kushida's or Hasebe's level, I don't want her. I'm not interested in girls who look so plain."

Yamauchi said it proudly.

Sakura probably was not in the classroom, which was why he could spout nonsense so freely.

But was that really the case?

Oreki noticed that a plainly dressed girl with pink twin-tails had reached the back door. She must have heard Yamauchi's nonsense, and now she could neither enter nor retreat.

Her face had turned red, perhaps from anger.

She looked utterly pitiful.

In other words, she was the plain girl they had been discussing, the girl said to have confessed.

That truly was an awkward scene.

Oreki then looked at Kamuro.

"What are you looking at me for?" Kamuro asked.

Nothing.

He had thought she was the sort with a strong sense of justice.

So Oreki, with his strong sense of justice, knocked twice against the back door.

"Sakura!"

As expected, people with guilty consciences startled easily. The boys turned toward the sound and discovered Airi Sakura standing at the back door.

Yamauchi seemed somewhat embarrassed.

But someone also noticed Oreki and Masumi Kamuro.

"What a handsome guy—"

The remaining girls in the class seemed to murmur.

Well.

There was no need to doubt that. Kamuro could confirm that Houtarou Oreki had the looks for it.

If the boys made a ranking of the girls, and the girls made a ranking of handsome boys, then Oreki from her class would rank near the top.

His skin was pale and smooth, and he looked slender and delicate, but his appropriately refined features made him highly attractive.

His green eyes were deep and clear.

He was the sort of boy one wanted to take care of.

Of course, Kamuro did not look at her classmates that way.

"We're students from Class A."

"Does your class have anyone who can make decisions?" Oreki said. "I'm here to sell information."

"It would be best if you gathered everyone."

"And."

"Your discussion just now has already cost your class seven million in living expenses," Oreki said. "You boys are pretty impressive."

"What do you mean?"

The boys still in the classroom were somewhat stunned.

But soon, a handsome boy with short green hair entered from outside.

He was gentle, like a little sun.

He seemed to be the representative of Class 1-D. His name was Yosuke Hirata.

He quickly organized the students in the class.

"A few girls haven't been contacted."

But some girls returned as well.

Among the girls who came back, several were quite attractive.

Horikita Suzune's Magnanimity—I'll Pay One Hundred Thousand Points Myself!

Earlier, in the Gymnasium, Oreki had observed the Student Council President, who liked revealing information.

Then he discovered that the Student Council President was paying attention to Class 1-D.

And what did Class 1-D have? Sloppily dressed boys, and... all sorts of school-beauty-level, top-tier pretty girls.

Oreki looked toward the black-haired, fox-eyed girl sitting alone by the window and quietly reading.

"That's Horikita," Yosuke Hirata said. "She's very beautiful, isn't she? But she seems uninterested in these topics."

In truth, he was also protecting Horikita.