Transmigrated to Real Teaching

(Armor: All male and female characters in this text are over 18. If not, I will add it.)

(I will try my best to write reasonably and not too foolishly.)

(The male protagonist is a soul transmigration. He was born in the world and has now awakened his memories. If this is not written well for newcomers, please read what you like.)

His consciousness felt like an anchor sunk in the deep sea, violently yanked up by an invisible force, piercing the cold, viscous darkness. Toudou Shizuka's eyes snapped open, his retinas still imprinted with the last scene he'd witnessed—the fake neon lights outside his office window at three in the morning, the screen densely packed with error codes, and the dull thud, audible only to himself, that signaled his heart's sudden stop.

It wasn't the smell of disinfectant from a hospital, nor the sulfurous stench of heaven or hell. His nostrils filled with a faint, clean scent of wooden furniture and sun-dried cotton bedding. He rotated his stiff neck, his gaze landing on the simple ceiling light, then slowly sweeping across the pale beige wallpaper, finally settling on a rigid card with a gilded school emblem on his desk.

"Kōdo Ikusei High School… Admission Notice…" His throat was dry, the sound that emerged possessing the clear tone unique to a young man, yet it felt utterly foreign. He pushed himself up, his bare feet meeting the cool floor. He walked to the desk and picked up the card. It felt thick, its edges sharp. His eyes fell on the name "Toudou Shizuka," and a strange sense of detachment washed over him. The name of the salaryman who drowned in a sea of code in his past life had long since blurred, leaving only the imprint of an exhausted soul, finally crushed, deeply etched into this vessel named Toudou Shizuka. The memories of the past seventeen years of "Toudou Shizuka's" life flowed naturally into his parched consciousness like a stream, filling the void. His parents were ordinary working-class people, warm and loving but without any prominent background. He himself was a typical diligent and unremarkable honor student, possessing no astonishing talent, only day-after-day diligence, ultimately earning his way into this elite academy, rumored to change destinies, through solid accumulation.

The moment his fingertips touched the gilded school emblem on the notice, a drastic change occurred!

Without any warning, a cold, emotionless synthesized voice, like the most precise drill bit, bored directly into the depths of his mind:

[Detecting strong will to survive and 'highly involutionary' environment… Compatibility assessment: 99.7%… Involution Core System… Binding and activation…]

Toudou Shizuka's entire body trembled violently, the notice nearly slipping from his grasp. The scene before him flickered and distorted like an old TV with a bad signal. The desk, the walls, the sunlight outside the window… all material existence briefly lost its outline, transforming into a flowing, chaotic stream of raw data. Countless blue light bands composed of zeros and ones zipped and intertwined through his vision, reforming, emitting a faint hum almost too low to hear.

This bizarre phenomenon lasted only a second or two. When his vision returned to normal, Toudou Shizuka was astonished to find himself not in his familiar bedroom, but suspended in a boundless, deep, and dark void. Beneath his feet was a mirror-smooth black surface reflecting the starlit sky above. Directly in front of him, a colossal, three-dimensional interface emitting a soft blue-white light floated silently.

The interface was simple and futuristic.

At the very top, a clear line of text read: [Involution Core System V1.0].

Below, on the left, was a 3D stereoscopic model identical to himself, composed of countless tiny light points, slowly rotating. Beside it was labeled [Host: Toudou Shizuka].

Below the model were several concise sections:

[Simulation Points]: 0 (Initial value, cold gray font)

[Mastered Skills]: Basic C (Ordinary): C-Class (You're already a good copy-paster)

[Talent Shop]: Locked (A gray lock icon)

[Simulation Training Ground]: To be activated (A glowing icon resembling a vortex)

On the right, occupying most of the interface, was an area like a database waiting to be filled, titled: [Target Scan and Analysis Zone].

That cold synthesized voice spoke again, echoing directly in his consciousness, unmistakably clear:

[This system is designed to assist the host in achieving ultimate evolution within a highly competitive environment. Core function: Scan and analyze the 'skills' mastered by target individuals, and generate corresponding virtual training scenarios. The host must complete the learning objectives in the training ground to truly master the skill. Skill mastery is instantaneous (in real-world time); in essence, the host has completed sufficient practice repetitions within the training ground, where the flow of time differs greatly.]

[Skill Level Classification (Human Domain): S (Human Apex), A (Top Master), B (Expert), C (Proficient), D (Beginner). Scanning can display the target's entire skill tree.]

[Upon successfully mastering a skill, corresponding 'Simulation Points' will be awarded based on its level (S-Class: 100 points, A-Class: 50 points, B-Class: 20 points, C-Class: 5 points, D-Class: 1 point). Simulation Points can be used for: 1. Unlocking/purchasing talents from the Talent Shop (talents cannot be simulated, only purchased); 2. Purchasing special training auxiliary items; 3. Expanding system functions.]

[Warning: Talents are innate core traits or acquired through extreme mutations and cannot be obtained through simulated learning. The system only operates within the scope of 'skills'.]

[Newbie guide complete. Wishing you a pleasant involution.]

As the last byte fell, the massive system interface dimmed and shrank rapidly like a receding tide, finally condensing into an almost imperceptible pale blue light spot, hidden in the upper right corner of Toudou Shizuka's vision, like a floating icon that could be summoned at will. The bedroom scene became real and stable again. Sunlight streamed warmly onto the desk, and the admission notice to Kōdo Ikusei High School lay there quietly, as if everything that had just happened was merely a hallucination brought on by excessive mental strain.

Toudou Shizuka slowly exhaled, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, a thin layer of sweat beading on his back. He looked down at his slightly trembling hands, the hands of the young "Toudou Shizuka," and then clenched them tightly. The slight pain of his fingertips digging into his palm was undeniably real.

This was not a dream.

The soul that had died in the code, carrying a system called "Involution," had been reborn in this academy teeming with elites and governed by a meritocratic ideology. The resentment of being crushed by involution in his past life had transformed into a weapon to crush others in this one? A tremor, a mixture of absurdity and excitement, crawled up his spine.

One week later, early morning.

On the bus bound for Kōdo Ikusei High School, the air carried the slight dryness characteristic of early summer. Students in brand-new uniforms filled the carriage, conversing in low tones, filled with anticipation or trepidation for the new semester. Toudou Shizuka chose a relatively spacious corner seat near the back door, his single-shoulder bag resting on his lap. He lowered his head slightly, his soft black hair partially obscuring his eyes, trying to appear no different from the other excited and nervous freshmen—a quiet, introverted, and barely noticeable good student.

Only he knew that the pale blue light spot in his vision was silently expanding with his focused intent. The massive system interface reappeared, but this time, occupying the [Target Scan and Analysis Zone] on the right was a dynamic 3D model of the crowded interior of the bus!

The model was displayed from a top-down perspective, clearly showing the carriage structure. Inside, dozens of small green cursors representing passengers were densely distributed, constantly moving. Toudou Shizuka used his intent to lock onto one target: a tall, robust boy standing in the middle of the carriage, with a buzz cut and a defiant expression.

[Scanning Target: Ryūen Kaku]

[Expanding Skill Tree…]

Fighting Style (Comprehensive Practical Combat): B-Class (Proficient in street brawling and basic grappling, ruthless style)

Intimidation and Aura Projection: B-Class (Skilled at using presence to intimidate opponents)

Basic Physical Conditioning: C-Class (Stamina and explosive power superior to average)

Insight (Perception of Malice and Weaknesses): C-Class (Sharp intuition)

Group Violence Domination: C-Class (Possesses preliminary ability to lead small groups in applying pressure)

B-Class Fighting Style? Toudou Shizuka's heart stirred. This indeed matched the fighting prowess Ryūen displayed in the original work. Among ordinary students, he was undoubtedly a top contender, but far from the human apex. His gaze shifted subtly, locking onto another target: a curvaceous girl with tea-colored hair standing near the front door, her smile as sweet as melting honey. She was easily conversing with several boys and girls from different classes, the atmosphere harmonious.

[Scanning Target: Kushida Kikyo]

[Expanding Skill Tree…]

Social Affinity (Broad): A-Class (Can quickly establish good relationships with most people)

Expression Management and Emotional Camouflage: A-Class (Perfect control over facial expressions, hiding true emotions)

Topic Guidance and Listening Skills: A-Class (Skilled at making others open up and obtaining information)

Short-Term Memory (Names, appearances, preferences): B-Class (Clear memory of information about people encountered)

Basic Information Gathering and Organization: C-Class (Consciously filters and records information)

Crisis Response (Social Aspect): C-Class (Can handle sudden social awkwardness relatively well)