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

According to the Diary, the other party shouldn't even know who is capable of seeing the entries.

They need to keep themselves hidden to avoid being discovered.

If they were exposed, given that person's nasty personality, there's no telling what kind of content they might write next.

It was precisely out of this concern that she chose not to speak of the information she had gleaned from the Diary.

And yet, Horikita Suzune actually just blurted it all out like that???

Does she really not care at all about her own dark history?

The mere thought that if she were to step forward, the person behind the Diary might call her out by name and tear open her past made Kushida Kikyo feel a chill run through her entire body.

Damn it, she hasn't shown a single flaw yet, so even if she wanted to find a way to get that person expelled, she couldn't.

She couldn't even say for certain what the person's gender was!

Everything seen through the filter of text isn't necessarily the truth; a joking tone could easily be something written after careful deliberation.

In the three entries so far, the other party seems to have never written a single thing that was truly about themselves.

...At times like this, she actually feels a bit envious of Horikita Suzune, who can charge ahead without worrying about anything at all.

Even if she is bound to be questioned by everyone from here on out.

"Horikita-san, what do you mean by what you just said?"

While everyone else felt confused by Horikita Suzune's words, the ever-helpful Hirata Yosuke took the initiative to step forward.

Chapter 38: Tomorrow, the Price Will Be One Hundred Thousand

Everyone had questions about Horikita Suzune's statement, and everyone had their own things they wanted to ask.

But they wouldn't be the first person to step forward.

They needed someone to take the lead and voice their thoughts for them.

And so, Hirata Yosuke stepped up.

"Could you explain, Horikita-san?" His eyes were fixed directly on Horikita Suzune, who stood at the front of the room.

Hirata Yosuke's gaze, along with the stares of the rest of the class, felt like needles pricking at her skin, bringing with them a sense of discomfort.

But Horikita Suzune did not choose to back down; she had already made up her mind.

"Before enrolling, you all must have heard that the school guarantees our employment and advancement to higher education, right?" Without a hint of timidity, Horikita Suzune met Hirata Yosuke's gaze.

"So what about that? Isn't the school established by the government?"

"As long as we behave until graduation, we can choose from major domestic companies. Is there a problem with that?"

"We're here precisely because we've already been vetted, aren't we?"

The students in the class didn't sense that anything was wrong at all.

Horikita Suzune shook her head calmly: "That is incorrect."

"To be precise, it is incomplete."

"The only students who can enjoy the school's guarantees are those who graduate from Class A," she said.

As soon as these words were out, the entire Class D erupted.

"Hey, hey, are you kidding me? Why only Class A?"

"Isn't this fraud?!"

"The teacher didn't say anything about that! What proof do you have to say such a thing?"

"If, if employment isn't guaranteed..."

The surge of emotion in their voices meant they didn't even need to rely on Hirata Yosuke to convey their thoughts; they simply blurted out their questions directly.

"Everyone, calm down." Hirata Yosuke turned and pressed his hands down. Once the noise had died down, he turned back and continued to ask: "Horikita-san, what is the basis for saying this?"

Horikita Suzune couldn't possibly be saying such things without a reason.

"...I have already confirmed it with Chabashira-sensei," Horikita Suzune said flatly. "Not only that, but the school also evaluated and categorized us before we even enrolled."

"From A to D, in descending order."

"Of course, I do not accept the school's evaluation, so I will use my own methods to rise to Class A."

Accumulating twenty million private points... or perhaps, winning in a special exam.

"For that, I need your help." Horikita Suzune took a deep breath and stated her objective: "Give me two hundred thousand."

"To confirm the authenticity of the information regarding employment and class evaluations, Chabashira-sensei charged me twenty thousand."

"But to confirm the content of the first month's special exam, it requires two hundred thousand."

She didn't intend to ask the students in the class to pay for the money she had already spent, but if she wanted to know the content of the special exam, she couldn't come up with two hundred thousand on her own.

"Huh?"

"Hey, hey, is this the real goal?" Yamauchi Haruki couldn't help but jump up: "After saying all that, you just want money from other people?"

"Even though the school already gave us one hundred thousand?" Ike Kanji chimed in.

Kushida Kikyo stopped being silent and took the initiative to ask with concern: "Horikita-san, have you run into some kind of trouble?"

"If you have, I believe everyone will understand if you just tell us. We can scrape together the two hundred thousand to lend to you, as long as you pay it back in the coming months. You don't need to make up a story like this."

With Kushida Kikyo speaking up, others gradually began to voice their opinions as well.

"Yeah, yeah, the school clearly promised to guarantee employment, so how could they be scamming us after we got in?"

"What about Chabashira-sensei? Since you were able to confirm it with the teacher, why didn't she say so from the start? Why did she have to ask you to relay the message?"

"And she's actually asking for money? Since when does a teacher ask students for money?"

"Exactly, exactly."

"Heh, what a Stupid question. Since Horikita-girl got the answer by confirming it with the Teacher, wouldn't it be clear if you just asked the Teacher to confirm it again?" Seemingly unable to stand the foolish remarks from those around him, the long-haired blonde man, Koenji Rokusuke, sneered and said in a loud voice.

"Come to think of it, isn't the next period Chabashira-sensei's class?" Suddenly, Ayanokoji, who had been silent the whole time, said quite calmly.

"Oh... I guess so?" The noisy trio, realizing it only then, shut their mouths.

"But... isn't it time for class yet?"

The break time wasn't particularly long, but it certainly wasn't short either. Prompted by Ayanokoji, the students in the class suddenly wondered if class should have started already.

Then... what about Chabashira Sae?

"It seems you have a lot of things you want to ask me." The bell for class rang right on cue, and immediately after, the person walking through the door was none other than Chabashira Sae.

The cold-looking homeroom teacher with the high ponytail wore a cryptic expression for the first time. She walked to the podium and took the spot Horikita had originally occupied.

Glancing at Horikita, who had stepped aside, the corners of Chabashira Sae's mouth curled upward.

It seemed her reminder had been somewhat effective.

"Sensei, is what Horikita-san said true?" Hirata Yosuke asked in a low voice with an incredibly serious expression.

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

Chabashira Sae's "yes" shattered everyone's fantasies and doubts.

The gyaru beside Hirata Yosuke still wasn't willing to give up:

"Things like only Class A being able to get school recommendations, and the school's evaluation of us..."

"It's all true," Chabashira Sae said coldly. "Of course, the price of two hundred thousand private points is also true."

"However, she left one thing out."

Pausing slightly, under the gaze of everyone, Chabashira Sae said softly:

"Tomorrow, the price will be one hundred thousand."

Hesitate, waver. Faced with this halved figure, weigh the pros and cons, and then make a choice after careful consideration.

By simply waiting patiently for one day, you can cut the cost in half.

Look, what a cost-effective deal, what a generous transaction.

Since you don't accept the evaluation given by the school, then prove it to me.

You are not defective products.

You are the exceptions capable of rising to Class A.

It is the third day, not too late yet. If they can use this opportunity to pull together, if they can perceive the trap she has laid, and add that wild card to the mix, it is not impossible to challenge Class A.

"One, one hundred thousand?!" Yamauchi Haruki couldn't help but shout: "Isn't that half off?!"

"If it's one hundred thousand, even Horikita could afford it in a month, right?!"

"Hey, hey, Haruki, Horikita has to spend money too; she still can't afford one hundred thousand." Ike chimed in: "But if we lend her the points she's short this month, she can pay us back once next month's points arrive."

Chapter 39: Buying it tomorrow is the same thing

"I can't afford to lend her one hundred thousand points." Yamauchi Haruki curled his lip.

Yamauchi's reaction represented the reaction of the others. Upon hearing that Chabashira Sae's price would be halved in just one more day, almost everyone subconsciously thought that they might as well ask again tomorrow.

Likewise, after Ike Kanji said that they should just lend Horikita the money, the vast majority of students also felt that might not be a bad idea.

In any case, Horikita Suzune had already spent twenty thousand to confirm the information; spending another hundred thousand wasn't impossible.

There were forty people in the class. To spend one hundred or even two hundred thousand for information, it would only be five thousand per person if split up.

Although it seemed they received one hundred thousand every month, five thousand was not a small number for students like them. If they could avoid spending money, of course, it was better to spend as little as possible.

It would be best if Horikita Suzune took it all on herself.

Although they didn't say it out loud, that was the thought that appeared in most people's minds.

"Um..." Suddenly, Kushida Kikyo carefully raised her hand: "I remember Horikita-san said at the very beginning that 'we have fallen seriously behind'... right?"

"What does that mean?"

This opening remark, which everyone had ignored, was brought up once again by Kushida Kikyo.

"...Class B and Class C already know about the special exam." Horikita Suzune said very calmly.

Her voice was calm, as if she were saying something perfectly ordinary, but Kushida Kikyo had no intention of letting the matter slide so easily.

"How did you know that, Horikita-san?" Kushida Kikyo said, and as if realizing that her behavior might seem like she was doubting the other party, she quickly waved her hands. "Ah, of course, I don't mean to doubt you, Horikita-san. It's just that if the source of the information were made clear, everyone would find it easier to accept, right?"

Horikita Suzune: "..."

The Diary told me.

...Even if she said that, no one would believe her.

Before she knew it, that Diary had appeared on the podium once again.

Horikita Suzune reached out her hand, picked up the Diary in front of everyone, flipped to the page that had refreshed yesterday, and then turned the Diary around, attempting to display it before everyone's eyes.

"It's written on here."

"..."

Although she seemed to have done something incredible, not a single student below the podium reacted to it.

It was as if they hadn't seen it, or even heard anything at all; they simply looked at her, waiting for her to provide an answer.

"Horikita-san?" Seemingly because her question hadn't received a response, Kushida Kikyo couldn't help but call her name.

"..." Seeing that everyone seemed to have no reaction to the Diary in her hand, Horikita Suzune finally let out a faint sigh and put the Diary down.

As expected, this kind of cheat-like action would not be acknowledged.

Pressing her forehead with a headache, she said softly: "I have my own sources of information."

"Do you enjoy digging into other people's privacy so much, Kushida-san?"