Classroom of the Elite, but It's a Diary Style 19

"Good morning, freshmen of Advanced Nurturing. It's another beautiful day today.

Uh, well, maybe it's not that beautiful after all.

I don't know if my dear little sister has managed to find the impostor in her class yet. I'm not holding my breath, but I wish you luck anyway.

Even though I haven't written in this diary many times, I feel like I'm always writing about you guys. That doesn't feel quite right, so I've decided to write about myself for a change!

April 2nd, weather: sunny.

It's the second day of school, and I'm starting to get a little scared.

Because there seem to be quite a few monsters in this class.

I won't even mention the famous masterpiece from the White Room; those who know, know. Let's put that pretentious impostor aside for now—let him keep up the act for a while longer. As for Low-Spec Yukino and Low-Spec Hayama, there's nothing worth complaining about; those two are just pure trash.

But why is the Two-Faced Person here too?

Big sister, I'm begging you, really. This school is pointless, can we please just drop out?

Having you here makes me terrified!

I'm just a weak, pathetic, and helpless background character rated as a defective product by the school. I don't belong with you monsters.

Actually, I really wanted to introduce myself yesterday, but I got interrupted. Seriously, that redhead is so mean!

I'm going to draw a circle and curse him to fail his exams.

...Sorry, I can't hold it in anymore. I'm done acting.

Actually, I'm a top student from Class A. I'm really sorry for pretending to be a defective product for so long.

After all, think about it: how would a defective product in Class D even know that they are a defective product? Right?

Sigh, the poor defective products have no idea what's coming for them.

But come to think of it, it doesn't really matter. The school has a safety net, so it's not like anyone is going to die. Being able to enjoy a month of this dreamlike life is already worth the price of admission.

I really don't understand why the school recruits these defective products. Are they farming them like insects?

Or are they just using them as a control group? Is it only through comparison that the high-quality materials cultivated by the school can truly shine?

I'm not the school, so I wouldn't know. I should probably ask someone who does.

ALICE, ALICE, ALICE, ALICE, ALICE--

(Crawls intensely) (Twists) (Convulses) (Roars) (Wriggles) (Eerie low growl) (Dark crawling) (Screams)

Chapter 32: In Short, Super Fierce

Little Princess, I miss you so much...

(Makes a pained sound)

Anyway, that's how it is. If you have any questions about the school and can't get a straight answer from the staff, why not try looking for the biggest connection at Advanced Nurturing!

She can even find a way to squeeze people into Class A, so what else is there that she can't do?!

Enough small talk, let's get back to the point. Logically, I should continue with the spoilers today.

After all, I've already secretly introduced two people, so it wouldn't be fair to favor one over the other.

However, firstly, it seems like what I just said already counts as a spoiler, and secondly... I've realized that if I keep going like this, I might run out of content.

Well, not right now. I still have plenty of things I can show you.

But there are over a thousand days in these three years of high school.

Even though it feels like time will pass in the blink of an eye, when you actually count it up, it's quite a lot.

If I really introduced one monster every day, even with all the monsters at Advanced Nurturing, I'd eventually run out.

So today, I'll give you all the major intel that Recorder Bro sold to Ryuen for two million private points for free!

1. Only graduating from Class A grants employment privileges.

2. The first month's special exam has already begun.

3. Class A are workhorses, Class B are also workhorses, Class C are troublemakers, and Class D is trash.

4. You can transfer classes for 20 million private points.

...Come to think of it, I have reason to suspect that the Little Princess, who has obvious flaws but was still placed in Class A, is only there because her dad paid 20 million to transfer her before school even started.

So rich, I'm so jealous.

If I'd known, I would've gone into the information-selling business too. But if I got exposed for selling intel, that would feel a bit stupid. If I really went to Class C to compete with Recorder Bro for business, I'm afraid I'd get beaten up.

If only I were from the White Room, I wouldn't have to be so scared.

Unfortunately, I'm not.

Oh right, there's one more thing.

It also has to do with the Little Princess.

I feel like I've revealed quite a bit about the Little Princess today, so since that's the case, it shouldn't matter if I reveal a little more, right?

The second day is already over. I imagine the Little Princess must have already taken Miaoshou Kongkong as her tool.

Actually, I should have intercepted her earlier. Although the phantom thief lady isn't particularly useful, that "you wouldn't want this to happen" trope is surprisingly compelling—the sense of coercion is off the charts.

Unfortunately, I forgot.

People really do get forgetful as they age; I even forgot to collect a tool character.

But what's missed is missed. I'll leave the phantom thief lady to the little princess.

Anyway, she should quite enjoy the feeling of being driven.

I've written a bit too much. I originally intended to write more about myself, but it seems difficult to write about the school without writing about myself.

So, that's it for now. Goodnight, I wish everyone a peaceful sleep.]

Having slightly controlled the word count—as an overly long diary would affect the reader's impression—Asakusa Toru let out a long breath and put down his pen.

Everything that needed to be written was written, and some things that shouldn't have been were written as well.

Now, it all depends on the settlement.

The emotional fluctuations brought about by revealing school rules should be greater than just milking points from a single reader. Spoilers for information already sold shouldn't count as excessive spoilers today.

As for whether it's interesting or not...

Hm, that depends on how well he copied the style from Ms. Mikuni Hatsune.

"...It still feels like it lacks enough star-level oppression." Lowering his head to re-examine the text he had written, Asakusa Toru decided to reflect.

Words have power.

Powerful writing can easily make people feel as if they are on the scene, clearly conveying the emotions contained within the text to the reader.

In other words, good writing can make a reader feel violated on a visual level.

If Sakayanagi Arisu were reading the diary he wrote right now, she would feel as if she were being licked from head to toe; that is the goal he wants to achieve.

It's just that, after all, Asakusa Toru is not Sakayanagi Arisu. From his own perspective, it's hard to feel much from the words he wrote himself.

Whether he can achieve the effect he wants... that will only be known by the final evaluation.

Patience.

Wait, and hold expectations.

'ALICE-chan, ALICE-chan, ALICE-chan, ALICE-chan, ALICE-chan—'

Gently flipping through the pages of the diary, on the page following the previous section, what startled Sakayanagi Arisu was this 'ALICE' that nearly filled the entire page.

"...Psychopath." Knitting her delicate brows, Sakayanagi Arisu spat out softly.

Of course, she knew this ALICE referred to her; there was no other ALICE in the entire Advanced Nurturing High School besides her.

Combined with the later remarks about the "little princess" and "nepo baby," it was clear that this guy was slandering her.

But... what does he mean by "shoved into Class A"? What does he mean by her father spending twenty million points to transfer her into Class A?

What a joke! Getting into Class A was entirely due to her own ability!

She! Sakayanagi Arisu! There is not a single shred of possibility that she used power to seek personal gain!

The further she read down the diary, the tighter Sakayanagi Arisu's silver teeth clenched.

What kind of nonsense is this guy spouting?!

If this continues, if this continues, her father's impartiality will be questioned!

The small hand holding the diary trembled slightly. For the first time, Sakayanagi Arisu was actively provoked by the diary.

"I originally only intended to treat this as a bit of entertainment, but since you dare to do this, you should be prepared to face me, right?" Her red lips parted slightly as she muttered to herself, a fierce glint appearing in her eyes.

Although, set against her petite frame, no matter how fierce an expression she made, to others it would look like nothing more than a kitten acting spoiled.

But regardless, she was super fierce.

"..." Her small, fair fingertips flipped back and forth through the pages of the diary in her hand. Looking at the text above, Sakayanagi Arisu's brows were tightly locked.

She had originally treated the diary as a tool to kill time, and the entries from the past two days had indeed entertained her.

Whether it was the declaration of war written in the diary or the trial of finding the "fake person" set up by an unknown brother, it was actually quite interesting.

That was why she chose to open it again when the diary updated.

But today's content made her very unhappy.

Slanderous words, malicious guesses without a shred of evidence, and not only targeting her but also doubting her father?

This was too much.

Chapter 33: Sakayanagi Arisu is Super Vindictive

She did not believe in any claims of knowing the future, much less the so-called identity of a transmigrator.

Although the existence of the diary seemed very special—no matter how many times she discarded it, it would return to her hands, and it would refresh with new content at uncertain times.

But what was special was only the diary, not the diary recorder who claimed to be a transmigrator.

You can get rewards just by writing a diary?

How could such a good thing possibly happen?

Moreover, up until now, everything written in the diary had been nothing but riddles whose truth was difficult to verify, and whose significance could likely only be felt by the parties involved.

There was not a single shred of content that could be called a prophecy.

Therefore, Sakayanagi Arisu did not believe a single word written in the diary at all.

From the very beginning, she had simply treated the diary as a form of entertainment.

She looked at the content, which seemed to name names without actually specifying anyone, and which was described so realistically that it felt like a direct conversation with someone, just to try and guess who the Two-Faced Person and Low-Spec Yukino mentioned by the other party were within this school.

Although she had accepted the challenge initiated by the other party during the first diary entry, the other party hadn't actually made any moves over the past two days, and coupled with the fact that the start of the school year was always busy, Sakayanagi Arisu had temporarily chosen to put the game of hide-and-seek on hold.

But things were different now.

Today's diary entry was complete nonsense.

"I'm a nepotism hire?" This was truly the biggest joke she had heard since school started, and perhaps even the biggest joke she had ever heard in her life.

Her innate brilliance and invincible wisdom placed her far above any of her peers; although her congenital illness was a slight drag on her body, even so, she was not someone just anyone could compare themselves to.

She did not need to, nor would she ever, use her father's authority as the chairman of Advanced Nurturing to secure a spot in Class A for herself!

The more she thought about it, the more rapid Sakayanagi Arisu's breathing became, and her heart, which was not in the best condition, began to beat faster.

"Calm down, calm down..." Gritting her teeth, Sakayanagi Arisu tried to slow her breathing.

Don't fall for it.

This guy was definitely deliberately provoking her emotions. It could be seen from the diary entries of the past two days that the content written by the other party was highly targeted, so it was completely expected that such a situation would arise when the other party wrote about her.

You want to enrage me? Then I shall grant your wish!