Chapter 325

Some people did try to strike up a conversation with her, after all, although she had a cold face, Horikita Suzune was second to none in terms of looks.

"Um, are you... acquaintances?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who was sitting next to him, hesitated for a moment before striking up a conversation.

"Shut up, Pseudo-human, don't talk to me."

However, she was met with undisguised hostility from Horikita Suzune, who responded without hesitation.

... That's a bit inexplicable.

"I have my own name..."

He spoke as if he were somewhat aggrieved.

"I know, but it doesn't matter."

With a cold voice and an attitude that showed no intention of getting close, Horikita Suzune was bluntly rejecting any contact with the other person.

"If you want to prove that you are the man worthy of the title 'greatest masterpiece,' then go and defeat Yamauchi Haruki over there first," she said.

The moment he finished speaking, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka momentarily lost his composure.

Huh?

Wait.

'Masterpiece'?

Did I hear that right?

Did I reveal my identity right away?

Is this school full of hidden talents? Leaving aside the slightly threatening man she approached earlier, is there someone else who knows about the White Room project?

However... 'First, defeat Yamauchi Haruki there.'

Who is Yamauchi? The man on the bus just now, I admit he did give off a slightly dangerous vibe, but no matter how you look at it, his behavior suggests he's the type who's easily swayed by beautiful women.

They are no match for me.

"I'm Yamauchi Haruki. I feel like we get along really well. Please take care of me for the next three years!"

As Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was making this judgment, a commotion arose from the row of seats near the door.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a grinning, brown-haired man with a large chin reaching out his hand to the blond man in the back seat without any suspicion.

Huh?

What does it mean to say that this is Yamauchi Haruki?

... He looks weak at first glance; no matter how many men like that come, they won't be a match for me.

No, no, no, don't misunderstand. Since that woman said that, it means this guy must have something unique about him.

Moreover, she wanted me to defeat the other person to prove myself.

Although there's absolutely no need to prove my ideas, let's just observe 'Yamauchi Haruki' for now.

"..."

Asakusa Toru silently watched as Horikita Suzune's few words seemed to have swayed Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's thoughts.

Although it may have been said many times, Horikita Suzune has grown in some ways.

Despite the constant criticism that she seems to have grown stagnant, she has actually been growing all along.

"..."

The seat I was assigned to in Class D was the second to last one in the middle of the classroom.

Behind her was an unknown passerby, oh, I think his name was Ijuin. I vaguely remembered Horikita Suzune having considered him a suspect in the Pseudo-human; he was a minor character from the Yamauchi faction.

The person in front of me was Koenji Rokusuke, whom I had seen on the bus earlier. He had already started to cross his legs, but since he hadn't received his Personal Terminal yet, he couldn't bring his personal belongings in. Without a mirror, he couldn't fix his hair, and he seemed a little irritable.

... Perhaps it's more because of the noisy atmosphere in Class D right now that they're feeling irritated?

This was the first time Asakusa Toru had ever been in an environment like the original Class D.

It's noisy on the right, noisy on the left, and noisy in front. Except for the back right side, which is relatively quiet because of Sakura Airi, it's all quite noisy.

It's reasonable and normal. Without a teacher to maintain order, it's impossible to get high school students to organize themselves voluntarily.

Incidentally, the person sitting to his left is Wang Meiyu, and the person to his right is Sato Maya.

After briefly experiencing the atmosphere of Class D, Asakusa Toru quickly lost interest in it.

Nothing special.

The reason why Class D is Class D is not just because of these trivial details, but because of its more essential characteristics.

Instead of focusing on this, think about how to get started.

Learn from Ryuen? Just cover up the cameras and then start a violent reign.

... Forget it, that's too boring.

Don't we still have quite a few pieces of evidence against them?

I had been keeping it to myself in my diary, but it was never revealed.

Whisper softly in someone's ear, and then get them to obediently hand over their Personal Terminal.

You don't need to have dirt on everyone; as long as you have dirt on a few people, things can proceed smoothly.

Rule can also take shape imperceptibly.

The moment the plan was decided, Chabashira Sae's sour face appeared at the door.

"Dear new students, I am Chabashira Sae, your homeroom teacher for Class D. I usually teach Japan. At this school, classes don't change every academic year. Therefore, for the next three years before graduation, I will be your homeroom teacher, studying alongside you. Please take good care of me."

She stood on the podium, delivering her prepared remarks as if it were a routine event.

There is absolutely no emotion involved.

The Entrance Ceremony will be held in the gymnasium an hour later, that remains unchanged.

With a teacher on stage maintaining order, the students below naturally begin to behave themselves.

However, with the new semester and the start of a new chapter, the excitement of entering high school still lingered among them.

"Using the student ID card you're currently receiving, you can use all the facilities on campus and buy things in shops and other places. It's similar to a credit card, but since it consumes points, you need to be careful when using it. There's nothing on campus that can't be bought with points. You can buy anything you own within the school grounds, no matter what."

With Chabashira Sae's movements, the Personal Terminal was finally distributed.

Asakusa Toru: "...?"

But it was only then that Asakusa Toru realized there seemed to be some subtle discrepancies.

Um?

Are the Personal Terminal being distributed now?

A year has passed, and the memories may be somewhat hazy, but only now does he realize that such a memory does not exist in his mind.

This type of personal device requires linking personal information and an account.

Shouldn't it be collected separately, and information entered on-site?

At least a year ago, Asakusa Toru remembered that it should have been like this; he had acquired his Personal Terminal early on so that he could collect Ryuen's debts at that time.

No wonder something felt off.

Is this... a discrepancy in world lines?

"The points will be automatically credited on the first of each month, and everyone should have now been fairly distributed 100,000 points."

"The points represent the school's evaluation of you."

As Asakusa Toru pondered, his Personal Terminal had already been passed down in sequence.

It seems that all you need to do is enter your student ID and personal information to successfully link your account.

So, if I know other people's information in advance, can I link their accounts beforehand?

This was Asakusa Toru's first reaction upon seeing these rules.

This is probably a consequence of living on Uninhabited Island.

Faced with this school that seemed to have perfect rules but always managed to find loopholes from various peculiar angles, he couldn't help but think from this perspective.

It's from this perspective that the school becomes interesting.

Finding vulnerabilities is an essential part of Advanced Nurturing that cannot be avoided.

It might even be passed down to future generations as a new school rule, becoming part of the rumors.

'It all started with Senior Asakusa Toru.'

Cyber immortality was achieved from a rather bizarre angle.

Immortality is unlikely, but it seems that Advanced Nurturing beings will continue to exist.

"So, if the rating drops, money will be deducted, right?"

With a smile, he put away his Personal Terminal and asked casually, seemingly without a care Asakusa Toru the world.

If this is the most orthodox strategy, if this is to lead Class D to victory...

He should, must, and absolutely must stand up at this moment to enlighten everyone in Class D, thereby becoming the center of the class, leading the class effortlessly, and incidentally reforming some flawed but usable individuals.

Unfortunately, he came here to do evil.

"..."

As Asakusa Toru's words rang out in Class D, the cheers and jubilation of the other students who had been celebrating receiving 100,000 yen upon enrollment abruptly ceased.

Chabashira Sae remained silent for a moment, then her lifeless, cold face suddenly began to regain its color.

A light shone in her eyes.

First time, first time, first time!

For the first time in my life, a student from Class D actually asked such a question at this time!

Could it be that...?

Don't get agitated, calm down, relax, relax.

Constantly reassuring herself, Chabashira Sae's stiff mind finally began to work again.

What should I do? What should I say? How should I respond?

Even if it means being fined or having money deducted from your paycheck, is it necessary to agree to it at this point?

Or should we try to guide them with some ambiguous language?

"The points represent the school's evaluation of you."

--She chose to be a broken record.

"Does the teacher mean that what he said is correct?"

"No, that's not right! The teacher's repetition means they didn't mean that!"

How did you know?

"You found out too?"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the students below the stage began to discuss wildly. The joy they had felt just moments before at receiving 100,000 yuan upon enrollment was now replaced by panic.

Even though it was only the beginning of the semester, they quickly got into a discussion atmosphere and didn't really care whether they knew their classmates or not. They just grabbed whoever was closest to them and started arguing.

Asakusa Toru, who had started the problem, did not pursue it further. Instead, he raised his hand gently.

"Snap--"

He snapped his fingers crisply.

"The camera," he said.

As if receiving an order, Horikita Suzune immediately stood up, took off her tracksuit jacket, and threw it under the tall cabinet in front of the camera.

Just right, perfectly timed, it completely blocked the camera.

"... Are there security cameras?"

Seeing her do this, the other students in the class seemed to only belatedly realize what was happening.