Class 1-A

Kazehara Tetsu pushed open the classroom door marked "1-A," but there was no expected uproar.

Even those chatting kept their voices low, trying not to disturb the other students.

Kazehara Tetsu's seat was in the middle-back of the classroom by the window, an excellent observation point—not too far forward to become a focal point of attention.

He walked over, pulled out the chair, and sat down, leaning back against the chair back, arms crossed over his chest, officially beginning his observation.

His line of sight first fell on a figure at the very front center of the classroom.

There was an extremely obvious presence there—a bald head.

Katsuragi Kouhei.

He sat with proper posture, back straight as a ramrod, exuding a steady, old-cadre-like composure.

His thick frame made the chair seem a bit small, and his brow carried a serious air.

Around him, a few people were chatting among themselves, including the future tag-along Tozuka Yahiko.

In their conversation, Katsuragi only occasionally gave a slight nod, barely speaking at all.

Next, Kazehara Tetsu's gaze shifted to the other side of the classroom.

There sat a girl as delicate as a doll.

Sakayanagi Arisu.

She sat quietly, holding a thick hardcover book in her hands, but it was placed a bit far away, so he could not see clearly what book it was.

Her silver-white hair draped over her shoulders like silk woven from moonlight, her skin so pale it was almost translucent, and the lines of her profile were flawlessly perfect.

Sakayanagi seemed to sense Kazehara Tetsu's stare.

She tilted her head slightly, but quickly turned back, as if she had instantly seen who was looking at her.

Kazehara Tetsu's line of sight continued to wander, memorizing the faces of the other classmates one by one.

Those who had a bit of a role in the original work, or those who were purely background characters...

Just then, the bell for class rang throughout the entire campus.

The classroom door slid open with a creak, and a man in a black suit with a serious demeanor walked in.

He placed the folder in his hand on the podium with a soft thud, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Majima Tomoya. The class advisor for Class A.

He skillfully wrote his name on the blackboard.

"First, congratulations to all of you for making it to this school. The fact that you are here proves that each of you has a special talent. This is something worth being proud of."

A suppressed, barely audible stir rippled through the classroom. Many students wore expressions of as a matter of course pride.

However, this was understandable.

After all, for these young students, receiving affirmation of their abilities from others was undoubtedly a joyful and prideful thing.

Majima Tomoya, as if not noticing any of this, continued: "This does not mean you can let your guard down. Although this school boasts a 100% graduation rate and employment rate, this is not an absolute result... For the time to come, until you graduate, I will serve as your class advisor."

"To better measure the students' levels, our school has specially developed the S System and pre-installed it into your mobile terminals."

"This school is fundamentally different from other schools. Here, everything you need for daily life will be purchased using 'points.' All facilities on campus, from meals in the cafeteria to entertainment equipment in the dormitory, and even anything personal you want—as long as the school can provide it—can be bought with points. One point is equivalent to one yen. And this month, the school has already pre-paid each of you..."

He paused, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote a number on the blackboard.

"...one hundred thousand points."

"One hundred thousand?!"

"That's one hundred thousand yen! Every month?"

"Amazing! This school is heaven!"

Everyone opened their school terminal screens, which also displayed the points Majima Tomoya had mentioned.

The students' faces were brimming with the ecstasy of winning the lottery, because for students, one hundred thousand yen a month was a huge sum.

Only a few, like Katsuragi Kouhei, still maintained their composure, but his brows were already slightly furrowed, as if he had caught the hidden meaning behind Majima Tomoya's words.

On the other side, Sakayanagi Arisu simply closed her book, watching the "spectacle of human nature" with keen interest, a slight smile on her face, as if appreciating an amusing play.

"Excuse me, teacher, can personal points really be used to buy anything in this school?" Katsuragi Kouhei voiced his question.

"Of course. In this school, no matter how you use points to buy anything, as long as it does not violate laws or regulations, the school will not intervene."

"Teacher..."

"If there are no more questions, we'll see each other later. In two hours, the school will hold the entrance ceremony in the gymnasium."

After answering a few more questions from students, Majima Tomoya, seeing no further inquiries, dropped that line and left.

The moment Majima Tomoya stepped out of the classroom, the room erupted like a pot boiling over.

"Wow, 100,000 yen! Unbelievable!"

"Haha, getting into this high school, I feel like I've hit the jackpot in this life!"

"Not only a recommendation, but money too—they're being way too good to us!"

The students in the class were chatting animatedly when Katsuragi Kouhei suddenly stood up. "Before the opening ceremony, how about we all introduce ourselves? After all, from now on, we're classmates in the same class."

The moment his words fell, many people's eyes lit up, finding the proposal quite good.

After all, everyone had just met and wasn't very familiar with each other yet. Through self-introductions, they could better understand one another and deepen their friendship.

Clearly, Katsuragi Kouhei's suggestion won the approval of most students, and the classroom immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause.

He swept his gaze across the room, his eyes full of sincerity and a sense of responsibility. "I propose that starting from the first row, each person comes up to the front and introduces their name, their previous school, and their special skills. This isn't just a formality—it's the first step toward us uniting. What does everyone think?"

Katsuragi's proposal was reasonable and well-founded. In this situation where everyone was strangers, it was indeed an effective means to quickly learn about each other. Most students showed expressions of agreement.

However, a leisurely, crisp female voice tinged with a hint of laughter rang out.

"Hehe... self-introductions? What a cute proposal, just like elementary school kids."

All eyes turned sharply toward the source of the voice—Sakayanagi Arisu in the corner.

She had put down her book at some point, her hands resting on her knees, and was gazing at Katsuragi with those violet-colored beautiful eyes.

Her smile was sweet, but the disdain and mockery in her words were like venom-tipped thorns, mercilessly stabbing at Katsuragi.

"So-called special skills—unless they're unique trump cards that can decide victory or defeat, what's the point of mentioning them? They'd just expose one's boring quirks. And if they're just trivial hobbies, then why waste everyone's precious time?"

"We're Class A, not an interest-based club for making friends, isn't it?"

The two future potential leaders of Class A, on the first day of school, clashed head-on for the first time in public.

A tense atmosphere filled the air.