Classroom of the Elite: After the Information Update, They Always Want to Conquer Me!

It was Kouenji Rokusuke. Rarely without an upperclassman at his side, he carried his tray over and sat directly across from Shimizu Akira.

"Shimizu Boy, Ayanokouji Boy, good afternoon!"

Shimizu Akira greeted the blond young nobleman across from him, who had appeared alone for once.

"Kouenji, good afternoon."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka nodded slightly as well in response.

Kouenji Rokusuke did not mind. He elegantly picked up a napkin and wiped down his chopsticks, then lifted a piece of fried egg to his mouth and chewed it slowly, as though savoring some exquisite cuisine.

The three of them ate in silence for a while.

In the end, Kouenji was the first to speak.

"Shimizu Boy, do you think you're a genius?"

A genius? Why was it geniuses again?

As Shimizu Akira remembered, Sakayanagi Arisu seemed to have asked him something similar before.

His lips twitched. "I don't think so. At most, I'd say I'm above average."

Kouenji chuckled. "Above average? Do you know that ever since I was young, people have called me a genius? I learn everything quickly, and with barely any effort, I can easily become an elite in any field. I'm also one of the rare people who need very little sleep. Yet during the last Sports Festival, you openly defeated me in several events. If you aren't a genius, then who could possibly be one?"

Shimizu Akira simply told the truth. "At most, my physical abilities are pretty outstanding. You just happened to run into my strengths. There are things I'm not good at too—for example, my Japanese grades aren't great. If we competed in that, you'd definitely be better than me. And you're better at cooking than I am, and you know far more skills in other areas. When comparing yourself to others, you can't always compare