Classroom of the Elite, but It's a Diary Style

His body had firmly memorized the reactions, and was undergoing gradual, progressive changes.

It was just that the gym Membership Card didn't seem to include three meals a day; once the workout ended, an overwhelming sense of hunger would surge up, and his body would crave more energy to solidify the gains.

Asakusa Toru should have replenished this energy last night, but unfortunately, Advanced Nurturing did not provide late-night dining services, and the cafeteria closed at nine in the evening, leaving him with no choice but to settle for something at the convenience store.

However, a convenience store really isn't suitable for heavy eating, whether in terms of cost-performance or taste, it was lacking. Plus, even though his body craved energy, his stomach couldn't handle more than its limit, which was why he had to settle for second best and eat again this morning.

It looks like he's going to be a big eater for quite a while.

"Morning~"

"Good morning."

"Mm-hmm, good morning, good morning."

As soon as he entered Class B, a thick atmosphere of mutual affection among classmates hit him—harmonious, friendly, and incredibly pleasant; it was so sunny that it didn't feel like a Japanese high school at all.

Casually, Asakusa Toru raised his hand:

"Morning."

"Good... morning?" The girl with short brown hair turned her head instinctively to respond, but the greeting that had just reached her throat couldn't be uttered.

Because the Asakusa Toru she saw was someone she couldn't find a trace of in her memory.

Wait, hold on, who is he? Is he a student in our class?

A sense of confusion welled up.

The girl's brows furrowed slightly, and the petal-shaped hair clip swayed along with her moving hair. No matter how she thought about it, Shiranami Chihiro couldn't find this guy's figure in her memory.

Asakusa Toru didn't pay any mind to her strange expression and just went on his own way, finding his seat.

He sat down.

Perhaps because Shiranami Chihiro's reaction was too obvious, the surrounding students couldn't help but follow her gaze and notice Asakusa Toru's presence.

Especially the seat where Asakusa Toru was sitting.

"Hey, look, isn't that seat..."

"Didn't Hoshinomiya-sensei say he gave up on enrolling...?"

"Did something happen that made him a day late?"

"I remember, his name is... Asakusa-kun, right?"

"Should we go say hello?"

"You go, I don't dare."

"But he didn't come yesterday, he must be lonely if no one talks to him..."

The idle chatter in the classroom instantly turned into a discussion about Asakusa Toru, with whispers focusing on him.

However, rather than malicious criticism, they seemed more inclined toward well-meaning speculation.

"Asakusa... kun..." Ichinose Honami turned her head, looking toward Asakusa Toru, her upper teeth gently biting her lower lip, her face full of hesitation.

Should she go up and say hello? Should she ask why he was absent yesterday? Should she ask why he was with someone from Class C? Or rather, should she ask...

Just as Ichinose Honami was hesitating, the door to Class B opened.

"Good morning, everyone. Are you all feeling energetic today? Huwa..." Hoshinomiya Chie walked into the classroom slowly, yawning.

Chapter 17 Horikita Suzune is searching for the pseudo-human

"Whoa, the smell of alcohol! Sensei, you reek of alcohol!"

Seeing the teacher enter the classroom, the students temporarily abandoned the idea of greeting Asakusa Toru and turned their attention to Hoshinomiya Chie instead.

Shiranami Chihiro, who was closest to her, made the same choice.

But as soon as she turned her head, the pungent smell hit her, making her unable to help but pinch her nose and let out a cry of distress.

"It's fine, it's fine, the smell will be gone by noon." Hoshinomiya Chie waved her hand with a relaxed air.

Although she had already noticed yesterday that this teacher seemed a bit unreliable, looking at her today... she was even more unreliable.

"Anyway, let's start class, everyone back to your seats." She said.

A student's duty is to study, and a student's daily routine is to attend class.

However, considering today was the first day of formal classes, Hoshinomiya was actually just explaining the study policy.

Well, even if it were a formal class, it wouldn't make any difference to Asakusa Toru.

He had already mastered the vast majority of the knowledge taught in class, so it didn't really matter whether he listened or not.

However, even if he didn't listen, it didn't stop him from staying in the classroom.

Attending or not attending class had no impact on Asakusa Toru; even if he skipped class at will, his individual efforts alone would at most result in a deduction of a few dozen Class Points.

But there was no need for that.

Advanced Nurturing was a fully enclosed system, and although it was equipped with various facilities, there wasn't really anything to do if you skipped class and went out.

Besides, although it was better than nothing, Class Points were linked to the monthly allowance, so he might as well minimize the deductions.

More importantly, while the students of Class B are basically little angels, being too reckless makes it easy to become a target. It would be bad if they were treated as expendable pawns for expulsion in a future special exam.

...I'll find a chance to hand over the information later.

I should avoid a situation where Ryuen comes over, sees that Class B doesn't know about the special exam, and then turns around to sell them second-hand information to recoup his losses while I'm not looking.

Delaying the intel by a day can be considered a fair exchange for those two million points from Ryuen.

With that thought settled, Asakusa Toru stopped dwelling on these matters and instead began to review the combat from the White Room last night.

Amasawa Ichika's attacks had a certain tendency; her initial moves wouldn't change, but they would constantly shift based on his responses. Overall, however, there was still a discernible pattern.

She was conveying something through her offense.

If he could decipher it, perhaps beyond just improving his physical fitness, he could also achieve a breakthrough in his practical combat techniques.

This was likely a part of the "curriculum."

As he recalled and pondered the battle from last night in his mind, the bell for the end of class soon rang.

"..."

Ichinose Honami had hesitated for a long time during this period, but she finally made up her mind.

She had to strike up a conversation; only by taking the first step would there be any future possibilities.

She couldn't just stand still.

But just as she stood up, Hoshinomiya Chie, who had just announced the end of class, continued, "Ah, also, Asakusa-kun, come to the office with me for a moment."

"Teacher feels it's necessary to have a good chat with you."

And so, the courage Ichinose Honami had just mustered was interrupted once again.

On the other side, Class 1-D.

Unlike Asakusa Toru, who had enjoyed a sound sleep, Horikita Suzune hadn't slept well at all.

She had already been unable to fall asleep for half the night, and after searching and learning what a Pseudo-human was, she was even less able to sleep.

Does this world really have such things? And in her own class, no less?

If they truly existed, who exactly was the Pseudo-human?

Harboring such thoughts, the moment she arrived in class and took her seat, she couldn't help but start observing the classmates around her.

First was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who sat in the adjacent seat.

He looked rather unintelligent, and he had ridden the same bus as her on the first day of school. He claimed to be a practitioner of escapism, and since the start of school, he seemed to have only spoken to her.

...He didn't seem like a Pseudo-human.

Then there was Kushida Kikyo, who was chatting incredibly harmoniously with everyone in the distance.

She had strong social skills, could get along with anyone, had been on the same bus as her on the first day, and had even taken the initiative to call on others to give up their seats for an elderly woman.

A Pseudo-human shouldn't have such strong social capabilities.

Following that was Hirata Yosuke, who vaguely felt like the center of the class.

Yesterday, before the opening ceremony, he had driven the atmosphere of the class, taking the initiative to open the conversation and having everyone take turns introducing themselves. He belonged to the same category as Kushida Kikyo.

Suspicions of being a Pseudo-human were ruled out.

Aside from those three...

Sudo, who was like a delinquent, couldn't control his emotions, was irritable, and didn't fit in. Yesterday, he had resisted the self-introductions proposed by Hirata Yosuke, claiming he didn't come to this school to make friends.

Since he was a delinquent, he should... not be a Pseudo-human, right?

But one couldn't rule out the possibility that his refusal to engage was actually a cover for his identity as a Pseudo-human. Thinking about it carefully, a delinquent and irritable attitude might be conducive to committing violence.

Suspicions remained.

As for the others... honestly, although Hirata had suggested self-introductions yesterday, she hadn't chosen to comply. Instead, adhering to her philosophy that she didn't need unnecessary social interaction, she had left as soon as Sudo had departed.

Therefore, she hadn't heard the self-introductions of the others at all.

Now that she thought about it, even if she didn't need social interaction, it wouldn't have been a big deal to just listen and get to know the classmates she would be with for the next three years.

...But she wouldn't regret it.

Even if she could do it all over again, Horikita Suzune would make the same choice.

Besides, the information gained from self-introductions wasn't necessarily accurate. People's self-evaluations were rarely precise, let alone the information they chose to share with others.

That's right, in times like these, one just needs to rely on oneself.

Horikita Suzune still had confidence in her own powers of observation.

"Ah, ah, I really want to date Kushida!"

"She's cute and charming, not only gentle, but also big. The key is that she's big! I feel like if I buried my face in there, it would feel absolutely amazing!"

"Hey, hey, Kushida is mine, don't you go getting any wild ideas, okay?"

When Horikita Suzune turned her head and her gaze swept across the crowd behind her, she heard the voices coming from a group of three who had gathered together at some point, with absolute clarity.

Unconcealed desire, actions that completely disregarded the disgusted gazes of others, and fantasies being broadcast without a shred of restraint.

Sudo Ken, Ike Kanji, and... Yamauchi Haruki?

...Is there really someone who would broadcast fantasies about their own classmates so blatantly?

Doubt rose in the heart of Horikita Suzune.

Among these three, a Pseudo-human might exist.

Chapter 18 Two Rotten People

"Asakusa-kun, you should know why I called you here, right?"

Having sobered up for the most part after a class, Hoshinomiya Chie sat before her desk, looking up with a beaming smile at Asakusa Toru, whom she had summoned.

"Eh, what could it possibly be? I haven't the faintest clue, you know?" Asakusa Toru said without the slightest waver.

Of course, he knew the reason Hoshinomiya Chie had sought him out.

It was nothing more than his absence on the first day, or perhaps the reason he had been associating with Class C.

But if nothing else, if not for the consideration of her status as a teacher, Asakusa Toru really didn't want to bother with this woman.

After all, in his impression, Hoshinomiya Chie didn't possess anything that could be called 'professional ethics'.

Coming to teach today while still smelling of alcohol, without having even showered or fully sobered up, wasn't because school had just started, nor was it because some accident had occurred in her personal life.

It was simply because she was like this all the time.

Rotten to the core in both personality and essence, with only a pretty face to speak of—that was their Class 1-B homeroom teacher, Hoshinomiya Chie.

Speaking of Hoshinomiya Chie, one naturally had to mention her good sister and close friend, who had been in the same class as her in the past and had also attended this Advanced Nurturing high school: the current Class 1-D homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae.

It must be said, they were truly worthy of being good sisters; both of these women were first-class rotten people.