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

If it were to be made public, it should be something he wrote in the Diary himself; it shouldn't be done like this.

Even if he didn't make it public in the Diary, taking a handwritten copy and directly threatening Kushida Kikyo with self-exposure offline was also a decent option.

You wouldn't want your true colors to be exposed, would you?

Holding the leverage, he could do whatever he wanted!

However... why would the Two-Faced Person suddenly expose herself?

Wasn't she afraid that he would actually make the message public?

A probe? That didn't seem right; he hadn't even really interacted with her, so how could she be probing him?

Had she finally snapped and started acting crazy? Didn't she usually have ways to relieve stress?

Could it be... just a simple accident?

No, no, no, that's unlikely, right?

He couldn't figure it out.

But it didn't matter.

After reading this message, Asakusa Toru had a clear idea of how to write the next entry in the Diary.

He would use this as the opening!

The next Diary entry was a matter for next time; for today, what was more important was the settlement of rewards.

With a rare A-grade index, if he didn't get an S, he would be doing a disservice to all the pent-up frustration he'd been holding back for so many days.

"You have a new message."

"...Which idiot is leaving a message now?"

[?]

This message was very short, consisting of only a question mark.

Although it was just a question mark, Asakusa Toru felt he could guess who had sent it.

Sakayanagi Arisu.

Oh right, after a month, he had forgotten about tormenting the little princess who had mistaken him for someone else.

She didn't still think he was Wang Meiyu, did she?

Chapter 52: Do not use it to harass other people's ears.

"Do you wish to make this message public?"

The inquiring voice came again, but this time, Asakusa Toru answered without hesitation:

"Yes!"

He definitely had to make this public; if he didn't, would he even be human?

"Do you wish to add an 'annotation' to this message?"

Once again, the confirmation voice rang out.

"Ho ho, so I can even add annotations?" Asakusa Toru sat up straight immediately: "Then of course I have to properly annotate the little princess."

However, when it came to annotations, what level of detail constituted an annotation?

Asakusa Toru soon found the answer.

"Just a question mark is too simple; it doesn't clearly show the little princess's identity. But just labeling her identity doesn't seem like enough either; I need to let more people feel the importance of her name."

"Identity alone isn't enough. A question mark is a question mark, but the thoughts and emotions behind the question mark are another matter entirely. That needs to be interpreted clearly."

"Eh, she only left a question mark, you say I could... ah, no, I can't do that."

With his pen flying across the page, Asakusa Toru made a grand gesture, adding a massive amount of annotation to the precious question mark written by the little princess.

And so, the 'message' in the Diary became this:

[Advanced Nurturing's number one love-struck, super-connected, sickly, delicate, pampered little princess: "?"] When I type this question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem. Although there might not be a problem, if you think about it carefully, there might still be a bit of a problem.]

What does it mean to have high recognizability?

Actually, Asakusa Toru had wanted to write a word that wasn't allowed, but after thinking about it, he decided it was too much and settled for "pampered" instead.

Oh, sorry, it wasn't because it was too much; it was because the Diary told him he couldn't write it.

However, since the little princess's message could be 'embellished' a little, what about the Two-Faced Person's message?

Thinking of this question, Asakusa Toru flipped back to the 27 pages of 'messages' written by the Two-Faced Person.

"Ah, there's so much, I don't really want to embellish it... eh? I can delete? Oh no, I can 'curate' it, right?" Listening to the fine print in his ear, a strange smile appeared on Asakusa Toru's face.

What is this, I'll delete the bad messages?

Heh heh heh, that's way too easy to delete, right?

With a rustle, Asakusa Toru flipped through the Diary quickly, looking for messages suitable for curation.

Anything insulting him had to go.

It seems I can't choose to insult the Diary.

Other than that... I'll go with this passage.

Soon, Asakusa Toru located the paragraph he wanted.

"However, wouldn't it be too obvious if I only insulted those guys in Class D? If I'm going to insult people, why not insult everyone?" Rubbing his chin, Asakusa Toru fell into thought: "Since the embellishment—ah, no, the 'refinement'—I just did worked, what if I refine it like this..."

"Eh, that might actually work."

Seeing that his idea seemed to have passed, Asakusa Toru's eyes lit up.

Then he couldn't be blamed; if anyone was to be blamed, it should be the Diary!

First, select! Then, refine!

Finally, insult everyone!

[Handprint Sister: You idiot Sakayanagi Narimori, idiot Sakagami Kazuma, idiot Chabashira Sae, idiot Hoshinomiya Chie, idiot Yamauchi Haruki, idiot Sakayanagi Arisu, idiot Hashimoto Masayoshi, idiot Horikita Suzune, idiot Ike Kanji, idiot Ryuen Kakeru, idiot Ishizaki Daichi, idiot Kanzaki Ryuji, idiot Asakusa Toru, idiot Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, idiot Koenji Rokusuke, idiot Kushida Kikyo, idiot Hasebe Haruka, idiot Nagumo Miyabi, idiot Horikita Manabu, you are all idiots, every single one of you, super invincible giant idiots, this whole school is just a stinking idiot school.]

Looking at the refined handwriting, which, with the Diary's help, was twisted into a script that was roughly recognizable in detail yet impossible to link back to reality, a satisfied smile appeared on Asakusa Toru's face.

I can't have it insulting me, but it's fine if it insults 'Asakusa Toru'.

An old saying goes that a person must have integrity, meaning one should have their own beliefs and willpower.

And clearly, our Two-Faced Person, Handprint Sister, Miss Kushida Kikyo, still lacks enough conviction.

If you're going to insult people, just do it; don't just stare at Class D, and don't just look at the students. There are so many people in Advanced Nurturing, the concentration of idiots among the students is already high enough, so why would you think the teachers aren't idiots? Why would you think the chairman isn't an idiot? Why would you think the other staff in the school aren't idiots?

Eh, that's the right way to think; this entire school is an idiot school.

You have to have the spirit to insult everyone!

Of course, not just others; since everyone is such an idiot, is there a possibility that you yourself are quite the idiot too?

So let me ask you, shouldn't idiots be insulted?

They should! They absolutely should!

Why not insult them? If they deserve it, then insult them hard!

The only pity is that this message can't be made completely public; it can probably only be seen by the few holders of the Diary copies.

Although it's not impossible for him to copy it and find a way to send it out, he doesn't have a good way to remain anonymous for the time being.

So, hurry up and give me some good rewards!

[Today's entry completed. This entry is rated 'A'. Now drawing rewards.]

[Draw successful. Congratulations on obtaining the skill 'Voice Transmission'.]

It was as if it had heard Asakusa Toru's inner voice.

The long-overdue settlement finally arrived.

With an intuitive understanding, as if it were second nature, Asakusa Toru immediately grasped how to use this 'skill'.

[Name: Voice Transmission]

[Category: Skill]

[Effect: Condense sound and choose a direction to transmit it one-way.]

[Note: "Do not use it to harass others' ears."]

"...Hiss, even Voice Transmission is here." Feeling the new ability that was almost as responsive as his own arm, a flash of surprise crossed Asakusa Toru's eyes.

This was the first time he had obtained a skill.

But...

"If you could just give out skills, why didn't you do it sooner?"

He had thought this Diary could only give out items.

If it could give out skills directly, why didn't it just give him the White Room graduate physique instead of giving him a membership card?

...Was it just to make it easier for him to touch legs?

What kind of personal trainer behavior is that?

Legs aside, almost the moment he saw the effect of this skill, Asakusa Toru immediately thought of a D-rank reward he had received on the day of the swimming lesson.

[Name: Bowtie Voice Changer]

[Category: Item]

[Effect: Input sufficient voice sample data to generate a voice model; you can freely choose the model you want to use.]

[Note: "Not Conan."]

Using this, combined with Voice Transmission...

You say don't let me harass others, but will I listen?

Chapter 53: Judgment Day

May 1st.

Judgment Day.

Ever since reading the diary yesterday, Horikita Suzune hadn't slept well all night.

She was suffering from insomnia once again.

Although it had been a long time since she last experienced it, the long-lost feeling of sleeplessness felt unexpectedly familiar to her body.

The quietly darkening circles under her eyes, her drooping head, blurred vision, and dazed state of mind.

...She didn't even know how she had managed to make it to class.

But, class still had to be attended.

No matter what had happened, class still had to be attended.

This was the duty of a student.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ken, did you get your points?"

"What is wrong with this school? Wasn't it supposed to be one hundred thousand?"

"I was planning on buying breakfast, but now I can't even pay for it, can I?"

"Don't worry about that so much, I've still got plenty of money!"

"Hey, hey, Haruki, where did you get so much money?"

"Hehe, don't tell anyone, but Ryuen from Class C gave it to me. He's actually a pretty good guy; I can get fifty thousand just for doing some small favors. Isn't this basically just handing me free money?!"

"Thanks to him, I can spend money without worry even at the end of the month. Hehe, look at the game console I bought a while ago~"

Even while slumped over her desk, the voices of those idiots near the door kept drilling into Horikita Suzune's ears.

"...Sigh." Letting out a faint sigh, she buried her head deeper into her arms.