The calendar has turned to September.
The cicadas chirping outside the window were hoarse, as if life was going on Final Carnival.
Class A.
All students are sitting upright in their seats.
The front door of the classroom was pushed open.
The class teacher Majima Tomoya strode onto the podium.
This teacher, who has always been known for his seriousness, seems to look a little more solemn today than usual.
He placed the thick stack of information in his arms heavily on the desk.
The dull crashing sound made the eyelids of several students in the front row twitch slightly.
"Lessons will start again starting today."
"But during the one-month period from September to early October in the second semester, there will be an additional Physical Education Class to prepare for Sports Festival. I will send out a new class schedule, so please keep it carefully."
"Sports Festival..."
The word caused a tiny ripple in the air.
"In addition, the information about Sports Festival will also be sent out together with the class schedule. Please send the information to the top students."
Majima Tomoya said as he distributed the materials in his hands to the first student in each column.
Kazehara Tetsu was sitting at the back, holding his chin with one hand, watching the stack of papers from the front row arrive on his desk.
He reached out and picked up his own portion.
His eyes quickly scanned the text above.
"Sports Festival Rule Summary..."
The dense terms include Grouping Rules, Competition Events, entry Participant Limit, etc.
The confrontation mechanism between Red Team and White Team.
Mixed grouping throughout the school year.
This undoubtedly breaks the traditional model of using classes as a single combat unit.
(Rules at the end)
However, the students of Class A did not stay on these complicated rules for too long.
Their eyes quickly searched for the most critical information on the paper... interests.
At This School, profit is everything.
Points, class evaluation, personal assets... these are the fuel that drives their actions.
After a few minutes of silent reading.
"Teacher."
A boy sitting in the front row raised his hand. He seemed to be dissatisfied or confused with some of the content in the information. "This information... doesn't seem to mention the Class Points reward for the winning group?"
This question asked everyone's thoughts.
In the past, Special Exam, whether it was Uninhabited Island or Favored One, even the kind of malicious vote was always accompanied by huge Class Points changes.
Majima Tomoya stood on the podium, with his hands on the edge of the table and his eyes scanning under the podium.
"No."
His answer was short and cold.
"This time Sports Festival, there is no Class Points reward for the winning group."
"Ha?!"
"No reward? How is this possible?"
"If there are no points deducted, does it mean that we have worked hard to prepare for a month, but in the end we can only guarantee 'no loss'?"
"This is too outrageous..."
"Then looking at it this way, only Fifty Class Points, the first in each grade, can be regarded as the only reward."
The atmosphere in the classroom did not become lively because of this supplementary explanation, but instead fell into an even weirder atmosphere.
"This is too different..."
"Only for the first place? And only to this level of reward? Compared with the previous Special Exam, this is just like sending a beggar away."
"That's right, working hard for a month just for these 50 cents, the price/performance ratio is too low."
Class A students are used to high-reward games.
Only hundreds of Class Points changes can stimulate their nerves.
But now, what the school faces before them is a "thankless" war of attrition.
Win and stay put.
If you lose, you will never recover.
Majima Tomoya took out a form.
The students were not given much time to digest.
"As shown in the table, all entries for Sports Festival this time need to be decided by you."
"Teacher."
The silence did not last too long. As a conservative, Katsuragi Kouhei raised his hand immediately.
His iconic Bald Head reflected light under the classroom ceiling light.
"When you say 'make your own decision', to what extent do you mean that you decide?"
"Is it just deciding who will participate in which event, or..."
"All."
Majima Tomoya interrupted him, his tone unquestionable.
"All races, even the group of races similar to 100 Meter Dash, are all decided by you."
A suppressed intake of breath suddenly sounded in the classroom.
What does this mean?
This means that this is no longer a simple "whoever runs faster wins" race, but has evolved into an outright "Tian Ji's Horse Racing".
If you can predict in advance the weak player your opponent will send in a certain round, you can use the middle horse to gain victory.
If you can know when the opponent's trump card appears, you can choose to give up strategically and use inferior horses to consume it.
"The submission time is from the week before Sports Festival to 5 p. m. the day before."
Majima Tomoya continued to add the rules, "Once the deadline of 5 pm on the previous day is passed... unfilled items will be randomly assigned."
"If we don't know our opponent's arrangements in advance, we won't be able to formulate an optimal strategy."
"In other words, is this an intelligence war?"
Whispers sounded like raindrops throughout the classroom.
Amid the noisy discussion, several students successively raised detailed issues such as substitution rules and injury treatment.
Majima Tomoya gave short and precise answers one by one without any nonsense.
Until the questions in the classroom gradually subsided.
Majima Tomoya raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
"It seems that everyone has a preliminary understanding of the rules."
He sorted out the papers on the desk and put them back in his arms.
"Then, the location of the next class has changed. Everyone go to First Gymnasium."
"Since it's Sports Festival, naturally we can't be the only class working behind closed doors. Go there and get to know students from other grades and classes."
After the class teacher Majima Tomoya finished speaking, his figure disappeared around the corner of the front door.
"Hey, is it true? Only those who are first in grade are rewarded?"
"This means that while we are cooperating with Class D, we have to fight to the death with other teams, and the return rate is pitifully low."
Kazehara Tetsu did not participate in this chaotic discussion.
He packed up the things on the table, folded the information about Sports Festival and stuffed it into his pocket.
He stood up, pulled out his chair, and prepared to blend into the crowd of people leaving and go to Gymnasium.
"Kazehara-kun."
A soft voice accurately stopped his steps.
Kazehara Tetsu Look back.
Sakayanagi Arisu is sitting quietly in his seat.
She didn't get up in a hurry like the others.
"Any orders?"
"Haha, the word 'command' is too heavy."
Sakayanagi Arisu tilted his head slightly, his eyes swept over the figures who were walking out of the classroom one after another, and then returned to Kazehara Tetsu.
"Just a small request."
She pointed in the direction of Concession Stand when she left the classroom.
"On the way to Gymnasium, could you please Kazehara-kun to bring me some bread?"
"Bread?"
Kazehara Tetsu raised his eyebrows, "Are you not full for lunch?"
"A bit... and with my body, it's already very difficult to walk there. If I go to Concession Stand to queue up again, I'm afraid I will miss the wonderful opening."
This is actually true.
For her, who suffers from Congenital Heart Disease, the journey from Teaching Building to First Gymnasium is enough to be considered a "sport" in itself.
"Got it."
Kazehara Tetsu did not refuse, "What flavor do you want to eat?"
"What you like."
"Okay."
Kazehara Tetsu waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.