Arrogant Back-Row Seat

(PS: Image shows Matsushita Chiaki)

Since he arrived early, there were only a few people in D Class at the moment. The moment he entered.

Everyone glanced in his direction.

Nameplates were placed on every seat.

Tenyo Yuyuki took a brief look around and quickly found his seat.

The seat to his left read Miyake Akihito, the one to his right read Okitani Kyosuke, and the one behind him bore the name Horikita Suzune.

So this is one of the heroines, Tenyo Yuyuki couldn't help thinking, and directly behind him to the left was the name of the protagonist, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka—unfortunately, neither of them had arrived yet.

Only a girl sat in front of him.

She had smooth, chestnut-brown hair cascading past her shoulders, a well-proportioned figure, and a light, elegant makeup look that leaned toward maturity.

As if sensing Tenyo Yuyuki's gaze, the girl shifted slightly to the side, revealing the nameplate on her desk—Matsushita Chiaki.

Tenyo Yuyuki smiled disdainfully.

When humans face an unfamiliar environment, they inevitably feel some unease inside, eager to quickly build interpersonal relationships with those around them and band together to confront the unknown.

Outgoing people hesitate for a moment before taking the initiative, while introverts often grow nervous and anxious, ending up at the bottom of the class or eventually isolated.

As for Matsushita Chiaki's petty action, it naturally couldn't escape Tenyo Yuyuki's notice.

It was practically written on her face—"Come hit on me already!"

Tenyo Yuyuki flashed a bright smile and said, "Matsushita Chiaki? That's a really lovely name!"

Matsushita Chiaki immediately turned around, looked at the nameplate on her desk, and smiled back. "Tenyo Yuyuki? That sounds pretty evocative too. That surname sounds familiar—Tenyo, are you from Kyoto by any chance?"

"Yeah! Speaking of which, it's really lucky to be in the same class as such a beautiful girl. Matsushita, why did you choose this school?"

Tenyo Yuyuki replied with a smile, and the two quickly began chatting.

He knew Matsushita Chiaki very well, and his conversation made her quite comfortable.

This bishojo, with excellent family background, academic ability, and physical fitness, deliberately suppressed her own strength to avoid being relied on by others and to steer clear of trouble—she could be called a low-budget version of Ayanokoji.

She wanted to promote to A Class.

But at the same time, she didn't want to put in too much effort; she was the type to give up quickly if there was no hope.

At the same time.

She liked to steer conversations and guide topics, keeping everything under her control, giving herself a sense of having everything figured out.

Simply put... she had the addiction but not the skill.

Of course, he also agreed with some of Matsushita Chiaki's ideas.

Tenyo Yuyuki also hoped to promote to A Class without too much effort, focusing his main energy on scouting talent.

Therefore, he set his own positioning as a straightforward personality with top-tier academic ability and physical fitness, without drawing too much attention.

What boss goes down to the field themselves?

Companies that can go public are all prey for capital.

The hidden hand in the shadows is the final winner.

That was the Tenyo Family's motto.

Tenyo Yuyuki deeply agreed with it.

Like the big horses of his past life—when it was time to be reaped, they were reaped, while the winner behind the scenes sat steady on the fishing platform, eating until they were greasy.

What ordinary people could see was all an illusion created by others!

Their exchange continued.

Matsushita Chiaki was very curious about this handsome guy who could keep up with any topic, occasionally showing delighted smiles, and she also learned a lot of knowledge from Tenyo.

One by one, some students began arriving at D Class's classroom.

Faced with Matsushita Chiaki's occasional light laughter, as if this place were her home turf, some students looked even more nervous.

She also took advantage of her home-field position to start pulling in some girls she found acceptable to build her own little circle.

Tenyo Yuyuki similarly drew some boys into the conversation, chatting a bit with everyone.

Every class reshuffle was no less than a battle; it basically determined one's standing in the class from then on.

In this school, which prioritized ability above all, this was even more true.

Therefore, it was naturally necessary to maintain a certain level of social interaction.

He also didn't think he was necessarily the strongest existence in this world.

If someone said there were beings more powerful than him in this world, Tenyo Yuyuki would believe it—there would always be people with unparalleled talent in some field.

But when it came to overall ability, he was confident he was a cut above Ayanokoji.

Just as everyone was chattering happily about making new friends, two students walked in.

A bishojo sized up the room for a moment, then walked behind Tenyo Yuyuki, smoothed her skirt, and sat down quietly. She silently pulled out a copy of Crime and Punishment, showing no intention of building rapport with the others.

She gave off a cold, aloof impression—someone hard to strike up a conversation with.

This was Horikita Suzune.

Her jet-black, silky hair reached her waist, with a ribbon-tied braid hanging from the left side of her beautiful hair.

Another student, wearing a pair of dead fish eyes that made people unable to read his emotions, walked to a corner of the classroom and sat down. This was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

Horikita Suzune took out a book and flipped through it, speaking flatly:

"What a truly unpleasant coincidence."

"Don't say that. It means there's some kind of fate between us, doesn't it?"

Ayanokoji's voice was equally devoid of any inflection.

Tenyo Yuyuki turned his head to look at the two as well.