Classroom of the Elite, I Really Just Want to Collect All the CGs

"Hey, Shikime-boy, what a coincidence!"

Just as Shikime Natsu was passing by Koenji Rokusuke, Koenji Rokusuke suddenly spoke up to him.

Shikime Natsu stopped in his tracks. He clearly hadn't shared any information about himself with Koenji Rokusuke, so how did this guy know?

"Is there something Koenji-kun needs from me?"

"Shikime-boy has the qualifications to make me look at him twice."

Qualifications to make him look twice?

Shikime Natsu offered a stiff, insincere smile; it was his first time meeting someone even more shameless than himself.

Wait, could it be...

Shikime Natsu glanced at the girls surrounding Koenji Rokusuke, then recalled that he, too, had just been surrounded by three beautiful girls.

Could it be that he was being looked at differently because of something like that?

Hmph, if that were the case, he was being severely underestimated.

Shikime Natsu had heard clearly what Koenji Rokusuke had said; women bought with points—how could that level of interaction compare to his own?

Things bought with points would eventually leave once the points ran out.

However... this guy's body was truly packed with power, giving off a vibe that felt even more formidable than Yamada Albert.

"Also, don't make a pretty girl cry; that is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Shikime Natsu still couldn't quite understand Koenji Rokusuke. On the bus, he was the one hogging a seat and refusing to give it up—granted, there was no law against it, only moral condemnation—yet here he was, telling him not to make a pretty girl cry?

Was this a gentleman's way of thinking?

It felt incredibly off. Shikime Natsu's gaze fell upon Wang Meiyu and Kushida Kikyo. Kushida Kikyo was ruled out first; the conflict Koenji Rokusuke had caused on the bus was related to her, so... was it because of Wang Meiyu?

She looked quite ordinary; how could she possibly be involved with a wealthy heir like Koenji Rokusuke?

Besides, during their earlier chat, Wang Meiyu's demeanor clearly showed she wasn't familiar with Koenji Rokusuke either.

As for Kamuro Masumi, that was even less likely.

All logic essentially hit a dead end when it came to them not knowing each other.

At this moment, Shikime Natsu suddenly remembered the skill he had just acquired from Wang Meiyu: Good Deeds Bring Good Rewards.

"Good Deeds Bring Good Rewards, is that it?"

Shikime Natsu's gaze locked onto Koenji Rokusuke, and he noticed Koenji Rokusuke's expression stiffen for a brief moment.

"Hahaha, you're not wrong—Good Deeds Bring Good Rewards!"

Koenji Rokusuke clearly hadn't expected Shikime Natsu to say something like that.

"Shikime-boy, you really aren't simple. Perhaps we will have a chance to compete in the future."

Koenji Rokusuke flashed a smile, his gaze shifting from playful to serious; it seemed he wasn't joking.

Compete?

Although Shikime Natsu knew his own strength was decent, if he were to actually fight Koenji Rokusuke, the outcome would be hard to call.

Meanwhile, Kamuro Masumi was listening from the side, completely stunned. She had no idea what the two were talking about—were they just speaking in riddles?

"Mm, then I look forward to that day."

Shikime Natsu nodded and replied casually, deciding to wait until he acquired some powerful skills before worrying about it.

Right now, he didn't have any combat skills; at most, he could handle someone relatively weak like Ryuen Kakeru. Of course, if he used a tennis racket, he might have a fighting chance.

"Ayanokouji?"

Just as he stepped outside, Shikime Natsu ran into Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

Chapter 35: Is this guy a god?

To be precise, it was Ayanokouji Kiyotaka and two others, with two unfamiliar boys following alongside him. Or wait, that didn't seem right—was it Ayanokouji Kiyotaka following those two?

"What's up, Ayanokouji? Do you know him?"

A boy with short brown hair and a prominent chin turned to look at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, then scanned Shikime Natsu and Kamuro Masumi.

"I didn't expect you to know such a 'normie' guy."

The moment this boy spoke, Shikime Natsu felt an urge to hit him. He could tell that the term "normie" (genjitsu-ju) used by this boy wasn't meant as a compliment.

"Mm, this is Shikime Natsu from Class A."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's expression remained unchanged, not even a ripple appearing in his eyes as he stated this calmly.

"In that case, I'll introduce myself too. I'm Yamauchi Haruki from Class D. In elementary school, I made it to the national tournament for table tennis, and in middle school, I was the ace pitcher for the baseball team, wearing jersey number four. But I got injured during the high school league, so I'm currently in rehab."

The guy seemed to be trying to list all his merits in one breath, but Shikime Natsu could see right through the facade.

Mm... it was all a lie.

Of course, even without his skill, Shikime Natsu would have known this guy was lying. An ace player in middle school, injured in the high school league? They had only just entered their first year of high school! What high school league could he have possibly played in?

Did he really think that claiming to be a table tennis and baseball player made him look cool?

Shikime Natsu had a lot of complaints he wanted to voice, but he didn't expose the guy. After all, one always runs into people who like to brag, and since this person knew Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, he felt he had to give the other party some face.

Kamuro Masumi, standing to the side, was also full of question marks. Did this guy not even draft his lies before speaking?

"I'm Ike Kanji, I like girls, I'm currently single, and I'm looking for a girlfriend."

So low-class. Does anyone actually use that kind of self-introduction these days?

Of course, if Ike Kanji were slightly more handsome, it might have been quite effective, but unfortunately...

Shikime Natsu noticed that Ike Kanji was holding a handheld gaming console. Was this the "god-tier" person Kushida Kikyo mentioned, who spent 30,000 points on a console on the very first day?

He shifted his gaze back to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the look in his eyes clearly implying that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was quite good at making friends.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka also looked away quite unnaturally. When he went to the gymnasium for the orientation yesterday, he had added the contact information for Sudo Ken and the other two, and now, for some inexplicable reason, they had become friends.

He didn't know how an ordinary high school student was supposed to spend their time, but he knew it definitely wasn't like this, hanging out with Yamauchi Haruki and Ike Kanji. Following them today was purely out of necessity.

"This is Kamuro Masumi, also a student from Class A."

Shikime Natsu briefly introduced the girl who was unwilling to speak, especially since the tone Yamauchi Haruki had used earlier was truly infuriating.

"We're planning to participate in the prize tournament hosted by the Tennis Club. Do you guys want to join us?"

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's gaze fell on Shikime Natsu as he spoke in a very flat tone.

Inviting Shikime Natsu and his companion to join them would be much more comfortable than staying with these two guys, especially since neither of them paid any attention to the atmosphere, even openly discussing the girls in their class. People on the road were starting to look at him with disdain by association.

He just wanted to be an ordinary high school student. If he continued to stay with these two, would he end up like them and form an annoying trio?

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's internal monologue was quite rich, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. Even Shikime Natsu, standing right in front of him, couldn't tell. If something like mind-reading existed, he might have been truly shocked to find that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was actually a closet pervert.

"A prize tournament for the Tennis Club?"

Shikime Natsu paused slightly upon hearing this. He had never heard of such a thing; even Totsuka Yahiko had told him today that he was going to join the Tennis Club.

"Yeah, even those of us who aren't club members can participate. If you win the championship, you can get 10,000 points!"

Ike Kanji began to introduce it from the side, beaming with excitement.

"This is the moment to show off my strength. I'm determined to get those 10,000 points!"

Yamauchi Haruki flexed the non-existent muscles on his arms and laughed.

"We'll be facing off against the reserve members of the Tennis Club. There's no penalty if we lose," Ayanokouji Kiyotaka added calmly.

"In that case, do you want to go take a look?"

Shikime Natsu looked toward Kamuro Masumi. If he were alone, he would definitely go, but since he was with Kamuro Masumi, he naturally had to consider her thoughts—unless he were to suddenly ditch her and tell her to go back to her dorm instead of following him.

That sounded a bit wrong, though.

"Do you know how to play tennis?"

Kamuro Masumi didn't say whether she wanted to go or not, but there was a hint of curiosity in her purple eyes.

"I know a little."

Shikime Natsu chuckled. If he had been a tennis novice before, he was terrifyingly strong now.

"Then let's go."

Kamuro Masumi gave her answer; it was finally more than just two words.

"Alright, then let's go together."

Shikime Natsu nodded and looked at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Ike Kanji laughed loudly.

"Maybe some cute girls will fall for us. I hope the ones who fall for me are the big-chested kind."

Yamauchi Haruki giggled, his expression extremely lewd, making him look like a bad person at first glance.

And... the most critical thing was that he had Kamuro Masumi right beside him. Was it really okay to say things like that in front of a girl?

He would definitely be despised, right?

Surely this guy wouldn't say things like this in his own class, would he?

If this class could still tolerate Yamauchi Haruki after he said things like that, then this class was truly something else.

"If you ever turn into someone like that, stay away from me!"

Kamuro Masumi tugged slightly on the sleeve of Shikime Natsu's shirt, looking at him with utter disgust.

"Don't worry."

Shikime Natsu would never speak like that. Whenever he used harsh words, it was always a passive counterattack. Whether it was Horikita Suzune or Sakayanagi Arisu, he always had a perfectly legitimate reason to strike back.

Soon, the Tennis Club appeared before them.

"Eh? Shikime-san, are you here to participate in the tennis prize tournament too?"