Classroom of the Elite, but It's a Diary Style 16

After a day of observation, she had already gained a certain understanding of the trio.

Sudo, who was crude, violent, and gave off the vibe of a delinquent, could likely be ruled out as a suspect for being an impostor. Although he gave a bad first impression, such people did exist. The key was that he had a clear hobby: basketball. He seemed to have experience in basketball tournaments back in middle school, and his performance matched his records, showing clear traces of a past.

The most crucial point was that she had interacted with Sudo yesterday afternoon while shopping after school.

Sudo's rationality snapped very quickly; simple words were enough to stir his anger and make him want to resort to violence.

If he were an impostor playing the role of a human, he likely wouldn't choose a personality so prone to conflict for his disguise.

Chapter 27: Want a Voice Recorder?

Ike Kanji, who ran his mouth constantly about wanting to find a girlfriend in high school, was highly suspicious. From the fragmented discussions of others, she learned that this guy had bluntly stated "I'm looking for a girlfriend" during his self-introduction yesterday.

Horikita Suzune couldn't believe it when she first heard it, but after a day of observation, she was convinced.

This was truly something Ike Kanji would say.

No, did anyone really think that making such a declaration on the first day of school would make them attractive?

The suspicion of him being an impostor was high; perhaps he was so desperate to get a girlfriend precisely so he could use her to blend into the "group."

However, compared to Ike Kanji, the one most likely to be an impostor was undoubtedly Yamauchi Haruki.

This was also information gathered from other discussions. Every time she had to prick up her ears to listen carefully, Horikita Suzune regretted not staying behind yesterday.

But the past was the past; she could only look to the present.

In his self-introduction yesterday, Yamauchi Haruki claimed to have reached the national tournament in table tennis during elementary school, and that he was the ace pitcher for his middle school baseball club, but was currently in rehabilitation due to an injury sustained in the high school league.

...It was a very difficult expression to describe.

It was filled with an air of complete lack of common sense.

Aside from an impostor disguised as a human, Horikita Suzune really couldn't think of anyone else who could come up with such a self-introduction.

If she had to choose one of the two, Horikita Suzune felt that Yamauchi Haruki was more like the impostor.

Although there was no concrete evidence, the deduction had reached a point where it should be sufficient.

So, should she go find her brother?

No, of course she knew the words in the diary weren't written by her brother.

But what if it were true? What if telling her brother the name of the impostor could earn his praise?

With this thought in mind, Horikita Suzune decided to head to the gymnasium first.

Even if she truly had no interest in clubs and didn't intend to join any.

But if it were a club orientation... the Student Council should also be making an appearance, right?

"So, why are you following me too?" Stopping in her tracks, she turned around and sighed.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who was following her quite calmly, said, "Because I want to see the clubs."

"No, I don't care if a friendless guy like you wants to find friends or blend into a group by joining a club; I'm asking about this person." She said.

It wasn't just Ayanokoji Kiyotaka following her; there was another person.

Kushida Kikyo.

"Horikita-san, what's wrong?" The beautiful girl, who seemed capable of becoming fast friends with anyone, tilted her head and asked in confusion.

She didn't seem to think there was anything inappropriate about her being there at all.

"You, I... forget it." Looking at Kushida Kikyo, who was blinking her eyes, Horikita Suzune gave up on the idea of saying anything.

In any case, these two probably wouldn't listen anyway.

There were many students in the gymnasium, and they were basically all first-years; at a rough estimate, there were about a hundred people.

It seemed that the majority of the first-year students had come.

Upon entering the hall, one could receive a brochure containing detailed introductions to each club.

Horikita Suzune flipped through it for a long time, but couldn't find any introduction for the Student Council.

...Did the Student Council not recruit openly? Or was it just not printed in the booklet along with the other clubs?

"Attention, first-year students. Thank you for waiting. Next, the club representatives will begin the orientation. I am Tachibana, the secretary of the Student Council, and I will be the moderator for this session. Pleased to meet you."

Just as Horikita Suzune was pondering, there was movement on the stage.

The senior student in charge of moderating was the secretary of the Student Council.

...As expected, a president like her brother wouldn't take the initiative to appear at an occasion like this, would he?

She wanted to leave.

After all, she had said from the beginning that she had no intention of joining a club.

Kushida Kikyo, who was beside her, kept trying to find opportunities to strike up a conversation, and Ayanokoji was like a machine, unable to even help her deflect the chatter.

He deserved to have no friends!

Every second spent sitting here was torture for Horikita Suzune.

Just as she couldn't help but want to stand up, the tedious self-introductions and flattery from the various club representatives finally came to an end.

Immediately after, a familiar figure she had been longing to see appeared on the stage.

It was her brother.

The moment she realized this, Horikita Suzune's body began to stiffen.

She had thought she was mentally prepared, but seeing her brother again today, after the entrance ceremony, she still felt nervous in such a pathetic way.

Vaguely, she felt she could understand a little bit why those words of disappointment had been written in the diary.

Her upper teeth gently bit her lower lip, and Horikita Suzune's gaze became resolute.

Fresh black hair, sharp glasses, and intellectual eyes.

Just standing there quietly, her brother looked down upon everyone.

The mocking voices rose and fell in her ears; foolish people who lacked any respect for her brother were giggling and saying stupid things.

But soon, as the laughter reached its peak, the entire gymnasium suddenly turned cold.

A tense atmosphere, accompanied by the pressure exerted by her brother, enveloped the entire hall. This was the sense of oppression possessed by the man named Horikita Manabu—

"Buying refrigerators, color TVs, washing machines, electric fans, computers, and personal terminals at high prices~"

"Wholesaling brand new, lossless, high-spec, high-quality voice recorders at low prices~"

But this sense of oppression was shattered the next instant by a loud voice that suddenly rang out.

Following the direction of the sound, a man with his hands raised high could be seen strolling in from the gymnasium entrance.

Between the fingers of his raised hands, he held a total of eight... 'voice recorders'.

Every single recorder was repeating the same recording.

"Buying refrigerators, color TVs, washing machines, electric fans, computers, and personal terminals at high prices~"

"Wholesaling brand new, lossless, high-spec, high-quality voice recorders at low prices~"

"Buy now and save, don't miss out as you pass by, an essential item for Advanced Nurturing life, ultra-long standby, ultra-large capacity, clearly records surrounding audio, clearly plays back recorded sound, guaranteed lowest price in Advanced Nurturing, triple compensation if it's not the lowest price!"

The recording played over and over again, the loud sound echoing continuously through the empty gymnasium.

That guy walked step by step to the edge of the stage, and while everyone was stunned and speechless, he turned off the voice recorders in his hands one by one.

At the moment the gymnasium fell silent once again.

He reached out and handed a voice recorder to Horikita Manabu.

"Good afternoon, Student Council President, would you like a voice recorder?" he said.

Chapter 28 Student Council Recruitment, Student Council Recruitment

That's right, the person pushing voice recorders to the Student Council President was Asakusa Toru.

The content he wrote in the diary yesterday wasn't just a lecture for Horikita Suzune.

There was also a list of "dishes" to be served.

There were too many "god-tier" individuals in Advanced Nurturing; he could list a whole bunch without even trying. Although his act of selling information on the very first day of school seemed flashy, if one calculated it carefully, it was actually fine.

After all, a troll racking their brain for a lifetime couldn't compare to a single genuine outburst from a god-tier individual.

But it wasn't reasonable enough.

So, he gave himself a reasonable identity.

For example, that "Voice Recorder Guy" he had quietly hidden among the list of "dishes."

Since First-Year Class B had Koenji Rokusuke, a "Beauty Guy" who only cared about his own beauty, it was perfectly reasonable for First-Year Class B to have a "Voice Recorder Guy" who went around handing out voice recorders, right?

Time to kick off the Advanced Nurturing voice recorder arms race!

In short, with the goal of filling out his persona and confirming whether Horikita Suzune was a reader, he had spent a few personal points to add some voice recorder materials to his expenses to simply whitewash the origin of the copies in his hand. Having prepared enough copies and arriving fashionably late, Asakusa Toru began his performance.

Using a dignified expression and silence to make students put away their rowdy moods and quiet down was not an uncommon strategy, though this tactic was usually seen in the hands of teachers. The fact that Horikita Manabu could use it so skillfully did, to a certain extent, put him far ahead of his peers.

But it was too pretentious.

It was a bit hard to watch.

Come on, man, you're just a student council president, why are you acting like that?

If you're recruiting, just recruit; if you don't have the sincerity to do it, then don't.

Who are you trying to fool here?

"..." Looking at the freshman who had disrupted the scene, Horikita Manabu's expression did not change.

Asakusa Toru's appearance was an unexpected situation; he truly hadn't expected that a first-year student would be able to do something like this.

When it came down to it, why was he buying refrigerators and color TVs?

And what was this about wholesaling voice recorders?

Was he... trying to sell to him?

No, he couldn't understand this guy's logic at all.

Since that's the case, then let's not bother understanding it.

Just as Horikita Manabu was about to speak again, Asakusa Toru moved.

He tapped his own head, revealing an expression of sudden realization.

"Oh, you want to test the equipment, right?" he said to himself, then proceeded to pull out another voice recorder and turned on the recording right in front of Horikita Manabu.

Then, he opened his mouth: "Student Council recruitment, Student Council recruitment. We don't want the weak, we don't want the stupid, we don't want part-timers, we don't want those who won't listen, we don't want those just coasting by—in short, we don't want any first-years—"

Asakusa Toru's voice echoed with absolute clarity throughout the silent gymnasium as he clicked the button to stop the recording.

Then, he pressed play.

"Student Council recruitment, Student Council recruitment. We don't want the weak, we don't want the stupid, we don't want part-timers, we don't want those who won't listen, we don't want those just coasting by—in short, we don't want any first-years—"

An even louder volume played the recording on a continuous loop from the device.

"..."

"..."

"Pfft—" The first person to break the cycle of the repeating recording and laugh out loud in front of everyone was the blonde-haired girl in the audience.

Ichinose Honami laughed happily, her smile radiant: "Haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha—"

It really was something he would do.

The other students hadn't dared to speak, but once Ichinose let out a laugh, the tense atmosphere instantly dissolved.

"Whoa, this guy is even more impressive than I imagined."

"He's got some nerve, doing that right in front of the Student Council President."

"What on earth is this guy doing?"