High-Spec School

High-Spec School, an institution aiming to cultivate future pillars of society, is renowned for its 100% employment and university admission rates.

Under official guidance, the school provides comprehensive support for students' futures. This means graduates are free to pursue their dreams and even achieve social mobility.

The school boasts a liberal academic atmosphere, advanced facilities, and no tuition fees. Although it's a school, it includes amenities like karaoke, arcades, gyms, high-end shopping malls, and cinemas. The school is committed to providing the best support for students' physical and mental well-being.

Most of the above information comes from the school's official promotional brochure.

The campus is said to cover approximately 600,000 square meters, with the entire city seemingly wrapped around it, as if concentrating all resources into the school.

On a bus heading to the school, Konoe Hirakawa idly browsed the school's official website on his phone.

The young man had very fair skin, bordering on unhealthy. His face was still somewhat childishly cute; if not for wearing the male school uniform, his somewhat feminine features might have led people to mistake his gender.

In the past, he was often approached by girls his age. He preferred to be alone, so he unconsciously developed an aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Excuse me, could you please give up your seat?" a girl's voice came from in front of Konoe. "That's a priority seat, and I think it would be better to let this elderly lady sit there."

Konoe Hirakawa looked up. It was an orange-haired girl wearing the same school uniform as him, speaking to someone next to him. This row was all priority seating, meaning Konoe's seat was also one.

"No, no, no, cute girl. Priority seats are just a name; there's no legal obligation. Because I'm young, I have to give up my seat? Haha, that's absurd."

A robust blonde boy in a school uniform responded with a resounding voice.

"Even if I'm young, standing consumes more energy than sitting. So why should I do something that benefits neither of us?"

Taken aback by the unexpected and strong refusal, the girl showed a troubled expression but quickly smoothed it out and replied, "But I think doing this contributes to society, and this old grandmother is using a cane and looks uncomfortable, so..."

"I have no interest in contributing to society. Besides, why aren't you asking others sitting in regular seats? According to your logic, whether it's a priority seat or a regular seat, it doesn't matter."

The blonde boy's voice was clear and firm, causing the bus to fall silent for a moment.

"It's alright, I'll just stand. Thank you," the old grandmother said kindly to the girl, which somewhat eased the atmosphere. But the girl seemed unwilling to give up, looking around with a troubled expression.

Wait... isn't there another black-haired boy in a school uniform sitting in a priority seat?

Sensing the girl's gaze, Konoe Hirakawa spoke before she could ask, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well."

With that, Konoe closed his eyes.

"Heh," a light chuckle came from the blonde boy beside him.

"Is anyone willing to give up a seat?" the girl then turned to ask people in the regular seats, causing a few seconds of silence on the bus.

Fortunately, an OL quickly responded and helped her.

"If you don't mind, please sit here."

"Thank you so much!" The girl's face was full of smiles as she gratefully thanked the other person.

The bus slowly pulled into the station.

The enrollment procedures were surprisingly elaborate. The school required students to hand in all communication devices before entering. After submission, students had to go through a security check.

Konoe was somewhat unhappy, not because of the small incident on the bus, but because the entry procedures forced him to format and hand over his phone. He didn't want his privacy to have any possibility of being leaked.

As a replacement, the school issued an electronic student terminal to be used as a student ID.

After handing in his phone, Konoe was guided to a rather grand venue for the entrance ceremony. The red seats were completely full. He guessed this place was probably also used as a stage normally.

As the Principal, Teachers, Student Representative, and Student Council President gave their speeches one by one, Konoe almost dozed off. However, not wanting to make a bad impression on the first day, he forced himself to stay alert, which made him listen to a lot of unnecessary nonsense. He was very depressed because he hated all meaningless actions; simply put, he disliked trouble.

Finally, they arrived at the classroom. From his student ID, Konoe learned he had been assigned to Class D of the first year. He walked towards the seat with his name on it and sat down.

"This classroom is very well-equipped. It seems the rumors were true."

It was the blonde boy from the bus who had the dispute with the girl. It turned out they were in the same class.

The boy walked towards the seat labeled Kogenji and sat down. Then, he casually propped his feet on the desk, hummed a tune as if no one else was around, and took out a nail clipper to trim his nails.

Konoe Hirakawa sat in the middle of the last row, the second column from the entrance, the last seat. After tidying his desk and box, he began to observe his classmates.

At this moment, he noticed the orange-haired girl from the bus was also in the classroom.

If I had known she was in my class, I might have done her a favor, Konoe thought.