Chapter 323

Good friend.

Side Story: Classroom of the Elite- Everyone Scores Zero 1

"Class 1-D, Asakusa Toru."

That's the sound that rang in my ears.

... It seems like he's back again.

Why did it turn out this way?

Asakusa Toru fell into deep thought.

What was the cause?

The cause, the cause, the cause...

If we were to delve into the cause, it would probably be that, for various reasons, he was constantly on the move for his own planet, even having to suppress himself and return to Advanced Nurturing to nurture and maintain his relationship with the girls. After a long month's absence, he finally returned to the dormitory and was immediately embraced and kissed, expressing his dissatisfaction without needing to speak. After a series of absences and leave requests, he finally achieved a long-suppressed sense of satisfaction. However, looking at the girls who were unable to get up again, he unexpectedly discovered that they had actually been suppressing and accumulating a lot of resentment, which was not typical of the girls who played around at school.

It's not about me, but about working long hours.

So, slightly, almost unintentionally, he had a fleeting thought of 'missing' the Advanced Nurturing state.

It's not about reminiscing about the Advanced Nurturing after dominating the late game, but about the early stages of starting out, exploring, taking action, and making changes.

They had a very happy time with their Advanced Nurturing.

It's not necessarily a matter of sexual repression; it just so happens that he became aware of the problem precisely because of his lack of satisfaction in that area.

So, I accidentally let out a sigh.

Then.

We've arrived here.

That's the cause.

To explain the current situation...

That's probably what it means: it neither moves forward nor backward; it doesn't exist, yet it does; perhaps it's a projection of reality, or perhaps it's just a pure illusion.

--'Time that exists only in this moment'.

Using this as a name would probably be more appropriate.

Because it exists only in this moment, it does not interfere with reality.

Because this is a moment that exists only in this instant, it doesn't matter how much nonsense you do.

Since this is a moment that exists only now, perhaps we can try to do some things we've never done before.

As for how to end this period and return to the reality we take for granted.

There is only one condition, of course.

'Satisfy'.

It doesn't matter what aspect it is, it can be from any angle. It's just an emotion that arises from dissatisfaction, and it's just a period of time that unfolds because things haven't been fully satisfied.

So from the moment a sense of satisfaction welled up inside me.

This period will end, it will be sealed away, becoming something that may or may not exist, but in any case, it will not affect reality at all...

'Time'.

Of course, this is to prevent the system from getting stuck and to avoid a situation where an infinite loop cannot be broken.

In addition to meeting these conditions, there will naturally be an extra mechanism that exists as insurance but is obviously unlikely to be triggered.

'Graduate'.

Spend three years there, and then graduate.

Therefore, making the most of the three normal years of student life that one could not fully experience is also a choice.

Advanced Nurturing High School.

These are government-funded high schools with a three-year closed curriculum, where tuition and living expenses are waived, and graduates are guaranteed admission to their employers or schools.

However, the rosy picture depicted in the propaganda omitted a crucial piece of information, constructing a fatal lie with an incomplete truth.

The school will divide students into four levels, A, B, C, and D, based on their evaluations. Only those who are ranked in Class A at the very end will be able to enjoy graduation privileges.

Class A is excellent, Class B is mediocre, Class C has flaws, and Class D is a complete and utter defect.

And you.

"Class 1-D, Asakusa Toru."

In a daze, I found myself standing at the school gate, my body possessing power that I couldn't easily unleash, limited to the limits of human capabilities.

Since you miss it so much, then I'll let you have another chance.

"... Then, let's just play around for a bit."

Although there was some surprise and some helplessness, Asakusa Toru did not intend to complain too much.

After all, this was a thought that had crossed his mind before. Although there were probably at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, similar thoughts that had suddenly popped into his head, but...

Anyway, it won't affect reality, and things will return to normal after it ends.

Let's just play around with it for a bit.

At worst, I'll just spend three years at this school and then go back.

A rare vacation time...

"Of course we have to play, right?"

Asakusa Toru smiled.

Class 1-D, with its unique initial role assignment, certainly aligned with my expectations.

After all, last year I kept writing in my diary things like, "I wish I were in Class D, I really want to join the Class D family."

Although it was purely a cross-dressing role at the time, I ended up transferring to Class D and experiencing what it was like to be in Class D.

That feeling of not caring about grades at all, of being completely unrestrained.

It felt great.

I've wanted to do this for a long time.

Since it just so happens that I'm in Class D this time.

How about... going all out?

An idea popped into Asakusa Toru's mind.

Class D Class D, as Class D of flawed individuals, has one thing they excel at: deducting points.

If Asakusa Toru doesn't take any action, the Class Points for Class D will normally be cleared in less than a month.

Even if he tried to manage things and lead Class D to success, he would have no chance of maintaining a score higher than Class A, or even comparable to Class B.

At best, they can only be compared to Class C.

Even so, the effort required and the influence exerted on the classmates are considerable.

Therefore, instead of restricting students, it's better to let them do as they please.

Incidentally... it dragged all the other classes down with it.

Let's all get zero points, let's all hold hands and go to hell together.

That would be so much fun!

Asakusa Toru didn't need to think too far ahead, or whether it would last three years or not. He had no intention of fighting a protracted battle with the school; he would just end this period once he had his fun.

Before that, all you need to do is pretend to show concern so that other classmates will accept you and stand on your side, and make a little bit of half-hearted preparation, and that will be enough to make the plan work.

It's very simple.

Take the money.

Or, to put it another way, to prove that you have the ability to keep making money.

The clearing of all Class Points means that the entire first-year class will not receive any further income. Not everyone can accept living on a meager vegetable meal for three whole years, not to mention the many daily necessities that need to be prepared at the very beginning of the school year.

Free supplies can only meet the bare minimum for survival.

People can accept a low score for one or two months, but they certainly won't accept a zero score for three years.

Therefore, some superficial safeguards are still necessary.

The rest of the words.

He accomplished it all through his personal charisma.

Yes, that's it.

A casual plan might not be perfect, but it's more than enough for this time. Asakusa Toru put aside his thoughts and began to look around formally and anew.

Today is the day of the Entrance Ceremony.

What is the normal procedure?

It means receiving the admission notice, following the route suggested in the materials distributed in advance, crossing the school gate with other students, finding your class, and sitting down to begin your new high school life.

His current location...

Oh, it was on a swaying bus.

He hadn't actually confirmed which class he was in yet, but the voice he heard was there to inform him of that in advance.

Actually, Asakusa Toru has always had a slight regret that he never got to experience the 'Special Exam' that is arguably an essential step in Advanced Nurturing.

The materials students receive upon enrollment include suggestions for planning their route to the university, and there is clearly only one direct bus route to the Advanced Nurturing.

It goes without saying that the vast majority of students will choose to take the bus to school.

This is where a place can be arranged.

Although there is no evidence and no logic, conjecture is possible.

A Special Exam will be held on the bus for testing purposes.

It's not complicated; it's just a very simple test.

For example...

"We've arrived at the Advanced Nurturing High School."

The announcement came on, and then the bus doors opened. A frail elderly man boarded the bus, which was already full of seats.

Morality, conduct, and self-cultivation.

In common social perceptions, respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and giving up seats to the elderly are very prevalent ideas. Whether it's out of moral obligation, a genuine desire to help the elderly, or the hope that one can continue to receive mutual assistance in old age, most people would agree with this view.

However, while I may acknowledge it, when the crowded bus still has a long way to go, when I've had a long day at work, or when I've just dragged my tired body onto the bus in the morning and finally managed to get a seat so I can rest for a while, it's still a challenge.

Imagine an old man standing up in front of you.

The moment your hunched body and your current exhaustion are placed on the scales.

The moment when one's moral compass and personal needs are placed on opposite ends of a scale.

Asakusa Toru knew very well that the vast majority of people would choose him as well.

This is perfectly reasonable.

If this is a temporary test, then what Advanced Nurturing is probably testing is how a person would react when faced with this kind of problem.

So, the moment Asakusa Toru opened his eyes again.

Don't you think you should give up your seat?

The OL, who was using moral blackmail, promptly uttered that question.

Following the sound, Asakusa Toru glanced around at the situation inside the bus.

The hall was full.

Half were students, and the other half were members of the working community.