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

Finally, her gaze settled on the penultimate paragraph.

'Tomorrow, Class D is going to receive a score of zero!'

"Huh?" An incredibly ugly expression twisted across the face of Kushida Kikyo.

Class D, Class D, Class D... wasn't that the class she was in?!

How could this be? Why? How could such a thing possibly happen?

Subconsciously, she felt that the Diary was lying, that it was trying to deceive her, that it was—

But her brain instinctively recalled the diary entry from nearly a month ago, the time Horikita Suzune had bowed to make a request, and the look on the face of Chabashira Sae, who had worn a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Ugh—" Her stomach began to churn unnaturally, and a strong wave of nausea surged up her throat. A dark shadow immediately clouded Kushida Kikyo's pretty face.

In an instant, she understood the meaning of this diary entry.

They were out of money.

Next month, their Class D wouldn't have a single point to their names.

It was all the fault of Yamauchi Haruki.

No, it wasn't just Yamauchi Haruki; it was all those guys who had clearly heard Chabashira Sae explain the rules and the content of the behavioral assessment at the start of the month, yet had dismissed the so-called 'evaluation' as unimportant. After a brief period of restraint, they had quickly returned to their lax ways, showing up late, leaving early, and skipping class—they were all accomplices.

Day by day, they had driven the school's evaluation of their class into the abyss of zero.

The result was the penalty of having their points reduced to zero.

Yes, that's right. How could there be such a good deal as the school giving students one hundred thousand points every month? What a joke.

Why hadn't she been able to see this clearly before?

Was it because she had been blinded by the large sum of money she could spend at will?

Was it because her intelligence had dropped from hanging out with that group in Class D?

Was it...

—It was because of Chabashira Sae.

She had already taken money from the class, yet she had deliberately blurred the truly important answer, using the vague term 'evaluation' to represent the outcome.

If she hadn't dealt this fatal blow, even if Class D were rotten, the pressure of living expenses would have forced them to restrain their behavior as much as possible to recover some of their evaluation.

"That bitch..." Gritting her teeth, Kushida Kikyo spat out the insult.

She had long since found Chabashira Sae's deadpan face unpleasant.

She wore that lifeless expression all day long, whether she was teaching a class or holding a homeroom meeting, looking like someone who had just lost her mother.

And to think she had buried such a landmine for them in a place like this?

What a joke!

How could she be fit to be a homeroom teacher?!

Clenching the Diary so tightly that her fingertips threatened to crumple the pages, Kushida Kikyo took deep breaths to steady her emotions.

If...

No, there was no need for "ifs." Everything that had happened over the past month pointed to this result; they would likely receive the notification of zero points tomorrow.

The situation was irreversible, and she couldn't go back in time to fix it.

She had no choice but to accept this outcome and start thinking about what to do next.

Ah, how annoying.

She didn't have much money left herself.

Her daily expenses weren't actually that high, and even with the five thousand she spent on buying information, she usually had plenty left over.

But maintaining relationships cost money.

Whether it was going out to shop, hanging out, or eating together, it was a huge expense, especially for someone like her who had such a frequent social life.

Not to mention that with the end of the month approaching, many of the spendthrift girls in Class D were already nearly broke.

They were hoping for the one hundred thousand points to arrive next month to save them from their plight, and Kushida Kikyo was also counting on that one hundred thousand so they could pay back the money they had borrowed from her.

If she hadn't thought there would be money next month, how could she have possibly lent them that cash?

"Daily reading completed, reading points +1."

However, regardless of her emotions, the cold voice rang out right on time.

"Accumulated reading points: 31, 'Comment' section unlocked."

"Current free comments remaining: 1"

"Pending comment detected, uploading now."

But this time, the voice said something extra.

Chapter 51: Comment uploaded, thank you for your feedback.

Reading the diary, then the voice and text would sound out together, and the so-called reading points would increase by one.

For Kushida Kikyo, this had long since become a habitual daily routine.

The voice would not answer her questions, nor would the text offer any guidance or clarity; no one could give her a precise answer as to what these so-called reading points were actually for.

Therefore, she had never taken it seriously.

To her, the purpose of this voice was likely just to remind her that she had finished reading the Diary and that the day could end there.

She reined in her emotions, adjusted her state of mind, pulled a gentle smile that everyone would love onto her face in the mirror, and prepared to face the hypocritical facades of everyone again tomorrow.

The cold voice signified nothing more than that.

That was what Kushida Kikyo had always believed.

Until today.

Detection of pending message upload...

Whose message? Where was the message? Who was the message for?

These questions flashed through Kushida Kikyo's crashing brain.

Immediately after, her breathing began to stall.

Her heart began to pound and accelerate wildly; the sound of her own heartbeat seemed to completely drown out the voice in her ears.

"--Stop!!!!" The composure she had intended to maintain turned into tension once again, and the pretty face that was supposed to be wearing a smile became twisted. Kushida Kikyo let out an incredibly sharp cry, desperately trying to use such an act to stop what the cold prompt was doing.

Memories of the past began to resurface, as if everything she had once written on the public online message board was replaying at this very moment.

Her inner self would be laid bare, displayed to the outside world in the form of a 'message'.

And so, her life would be ruined all over again.

"I said stop!!!"

"Didn't you hear me?! Stop it! Cut it out! Stop right now! Don't upload it! Don't move! I didn't leave a message!!!"

The target of her voice was herself, and the direction of her voice was also herself.

And as for the so-called message, no matter how she thought about it, there was only one possibility.

--The venting words she had written in the Diary.

Insults toward others, curses toward others; the malice that belonged to her, laid bare for all to see, was written all too clearly on the pages of the Diary.

All of it was written on the pages of the Diary, which she had once thought would never have any accidents.

"Are you kidding me! Are you kidding me!" The vision at the corners of her eyes blurred suddenly. Her emotions spiraled out of control, her shrieking voice rising in pitch. The sharp, explosive reaction was like shards of shattered glass, carving gruesome wounds into her throat.

"Just--stop it!!!!" Screaming, Kushida Kikyo lost her mind, suddenly reaching out with both hands to press down on the pages of the Diary, attempting to stop the upload in this way.

Her slender fingers curled into claws, her bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the pages. She pulled with all her might, desperately wanting to tear this Diary apart, wanting to rip out the pages where she had once written those words.

Unfortunately, let alone tearing the pages, even under her full-force tugging, the Diary didn't even show a hint of deformation.

As time ticked away, and as the strength surging through Kushida Kikyo's body continued to fail, her frantic actions yielded no results. Finally, like a death sentence, the cold voice rang out... once again.

"Message uploaded. Thank you for your feedback."

The cold voice delivered the verdict. The content that had already been uploaded could not be retracted; she had failed to stop it, and the Diary had not ceased its action.

Her body stiffened as everything she had once experienced replayed clearly in her ears.

Everyone in the class began to point fingers at her, and the trust she had spent so much effort to earn turned entirely into suspicion.

As if suffering from a PTSD episode, Kushida Kikyo's face was drained of all color.

"Clatter--"

The Diary in her hands fell with a clatter. As if she had lost all the strength in her body, Kushida Kikyo's frame went limp and slid off the chair.

It was over.

Everything was over.

Never mind getting her money back from the people she had lent it to, and forget about class points or whatever else.

Her peaceful three years, on this day marking the end of the first month, were about to be declared completely finished.

...Why.

With vacant eyes, she stared blankly at the pure white ceiling, her heart turning to ash.

She had worked so hard.

Whether it was Shinohara or Ike Kanji, or even someone like Yamauchi Haruki, she had been able to face them all with a smile. Why treat her like this?

Having endured such nausea for so long, having tolerated so much of their negative emotions, was she not even allowed to write about it in her Diary?

"I just... I just wanted to be trusted..." she murmured, tears streaming down Kushida Kikyo's cheeks.

"You have a new message."

Her fingertips tapped repeatedly against the desktop in front of her, and her mounting impatience was clearly evident in Asakusa Toru.

But what he was met with was not the settlement sound he had expected, but rather... a 'message'?

Hey, hey, hey, who left this comment?

No, wait, how is it even possible to leave comments?

Isn't the whole point of the Diary supposed to be one-way communication? Isn't it supposed to be a one-way platform for me to troll people? Why did it turn into a message board?

"Where are you?" Asakusa Toru raised an eyebrow and lifted the Diary again.

The pages flipped rapidly without a breeze, soon stopping on one of the sheets.

[Die die die die die die die...]

[Moron Yamauchi Haruki, moron Ike Kanji, moron Horikita Suzune, moron Chabashira Sae, moron Koenji Rokusuke...]

[Moron Diary]

Asakusa Toru: "...?"

Seriously, man, who left this comment?

Are you a Two-Faced Person or what?

Why is your identity so easy to guess?

Am I supposed to be playing hide-and-seek? Why do you keep outing yourself like this?

"Do you wish to make this comment public?"

As he scanned the messy profanities covering the page, the voice echoed in Asakusa Toru's ears once again.

"No." He chose the negative answer without a moment's hesitation.

If he made this public, how would he be able to keep writing in the Diary to farm rewards?

No matter how you look at it, you have to choose no, right?