Classroom of the Elite, It's Not About Meritocracy, It's About Me Ruling the World! Chapter 11

If Kijima Tsukur didn't notice her, then she wouldn't give it to him; she would just express her refusal and transfer the points to Kijima Tsukur later.

To be so arrogant while having someone bring you breakfast!

What kind of attitude is that?

She had to make Kijima Tsukur take the initiative to beg her!

Tap, tap, tap~

Thinking of this, Yamamura Miki walked quickly into the classroom through the front door.

Looking down from the podium, the entire Class A consisted of 40 people in five columns and eight rows, with four aisles in total.

And she sat in the last row of the first column.

Logically speaking, entering from the back door was the most convenient, and entering from the front door meant the first aisle was the closest.

However, Yamamura Miki, as if possessed, chose the second aisle and walked toward Kijima Tsukur, silently praying in her heart:

Beg me, hurry and beg me. If you don't beg me, you're going to go hungry today~

Just as she arrived beside Kijima Tsukur, she heard his indifferent voice say:

"What did you bring?"

"A chicken cutlet sandwich and green tea."

Yamamura Miki placed the shopping bag gently on the desk. Only then did everyone notice her presence, though they merely glanced at her and looked away.

"It would be better if you could be earlier tomorrow."

Kijima Tsukur tore open the sandwich packaging, then frowned and added:

"Also, in the mornings, I prefer drinking milk. Don't forget that in the future."

"Oh..."

Yamamura Miki hung her head and walked silently back to her seat. She hung her schoolbag to the side, held her little head in her hands, and tapped her small feet back and forth against the floor.

She stomped her feet in anger, thinking indignantly in her heart:

What is this, what is this? Miki, you big idiot, didn't you just let him boss you around again? And what's this about liking milk? I don't care what you like to drink!

Ahhh~ I'm so mad!

I really am a loser...

However, No one around her could sense her resentment.

At most, they would occasionally glance at her and sigh, "Oh, so you were there," before continuing to chat with their friends.

Yamamura Miki secretly pouted, lying on her desk like a salted fish.

She couldn't help but glance at Kijima Tsukur's detestable back in the front left. Seeing him finish a sandwich in a few bites, she sighed:

A single sandwich—it's definitely not enough for a boy.

Thinking of this, Yamamura Miki suddenly realized: Why do I care if it's enough for him?

Like a little piglet, I hope you choke on it.

Blehh~

Yamamura Miki stuck her little tongue out fiercely at Kijima Tsukur's back.

Chapter 9: You're not even as good as Sakayanagi, Sakayanagi: ???

The first day of class.

Most teachers simply explained their respective teaching policies.

The only thing that made the students feel a bit different was:

The atmosphere among the teachers here was more relaxed; they seemed more cheerful and friendly, not at all like the teachers in middle school who kept straight faces, and they certainly wouldn't suddenly knock on the blackboard.

With Kijima Tsukur's reminder, plus some people's personal deductions.

Everyone was roughly aware that:

Individual performance might be related to next month's points!

Therefore, all the students appeared to be listening attentively, and even when facing subjects they weren't good at, they frowned and studied hard.

As for this knowledge, Kijima Tsukur had basically learned it all already. After a simple review, he went back to reading the books he liked.

After class.

A male student came to the desk in front of Kijima Tsukur and patted that classmate on the shoulder:

"Sanada-kun, excuse me, I have something I'd like to discuss with Kijima-kun. Could you lend me your seat for a moment?"

"Oh? Hashimoto-kun? Sure, go ahead."

"Sorry, I'll treat you to lunch later."

"It's just a small thing, no need to be so polite."

Hearing his name, Kijima Tsukur finally looked up.

He saw a blond man with a slicked-back hairstyle and a frivolous demeanor appear before him, holding up a palm toward Sanada at the front desk while wearing an apologetic expression.

The fact that he could so easily get someone to give up their seat showed the strength of this Hashimoto Masayoshi.

Whether it was class status, social ability, or some kind of transaction, being able to get a classmate he had only known for a day to do him a favor was a form of strength in itself.

"Yo~ Kijima-kun."

Hashimoto Masayoshi straddled his seat, facing Kijima Tsukur with a smile:

"You're really something. Whether it was your deduction yesterday or your final self-introduction, it was all so unique. But thanks to your deduction, I can say this is the most disciplined class I've ever attended in my life."

"Heh..."

Kamuro Masumi, sitting to the side, let out a scoff.

Given the caliber of Class A.

Even without Kijima Tsukur's deduction or the points, they wouldn't have slacked off, but to say Kijima Tsukur had no credit at all would also be impossible.

Because it might be related to next month's points, this was indeed the most disciplined class she had ever attended, which didn't change the fact that Hashimoto Masayoshi was clearly sucking up to him.

In short, she didn't like such a frivolous guy.

And what about Kijima Tsukur? He was probably getting dizzy from all this flattery, right?

Kamuro Masumi rested her chin on her right hand and snuck a glance.

She saw Kijima Tsukur looking at the Hashimoto Masayoshi before him with a calm expression—or perhaps, more accurately, staring him down.

Come to think of it.

Kamuro Masumi always felt that Kijima Tsukur's gaze was a bit subtle.

It was as still as a deep pool of water, nothing special, and if you called it normal, it was normal enough, yet she always felt like Kijima Tsukur was staring at people all the time, giving one an inexplicable sense of dread.

"Ah, sorry."

Hashimoto Masayoshi also felt a bit uncomfortable being watched like that, but feeling like nothing was wrong, he spread his hands and continued:

"Almost forgot, you didn't stay for the self-introductions yesterday, Kijima-kun, so you probably don't know my name yet. I'm Hashimoto Masayoshi. I was in the soccer club in middle school, and I haven't decided if I'll join one in high school yet, so if there are any activities, feel free to come to me~ I'm all for it~"

"..."

Seeing that Kijima Tsukur still didn't respond, Hashimoto Masayoshi covered his face with his right hand and lowered his voice to tease:

"Kijima-kun, did you take a liking to that... what's her name... Yamamura? Don't be nervous, I have no interest in her. I just wanted to say that if you need any help, I can assist you."

"Hmm..."

Kijima Tsukur gave him a long, deep look, rubbing his chin as he scrutinized the guy before him, then finally spoke:

"Setting that topic aside, after hearing my analysis and self-introduction yesterday, don't you think I'm a weirdo?"

So you are self-aware... Kamuro Masumi, sitting to the side, rolled her eyes.

"Hmm... it would be a lie to say no. It was indeed a bit strange."

Hashimoto Masayoshi spread his hands, sighing slightly: "But on the other hand, it took a lot of courage to do that in front of everyone. Personally, I think it's quite impressive. At the very least, I definitely couldn't do it."

"So you're saying you appreciate my performance..."

"Of course."

"You're lying."

Kijima Tsukur rejected his statement without hesitation:

"The only person who could barely resonate with me is that weirdo Morishita Ai. You can't!"

Tap, tap, tap.

Just then, Morishita Ai spun her way over to the two of them.

She balanced on her left foot, kicked her right leg back, and extended her slender right hand forward.

"Morishita Ai has arrived~"

Morishita Ai maintained a pose resembling a ballet arabesque and looked back at Kijima Tsukur:

"I'm not a weirdo, Kijima Tsukur is the weirdo! What are you and Hashimoto Masayoshi doing?"

"..."

You're both weirdos.

Kamuro Masumi muttered to herself, while Sakayanagi Arisu behind her, along with several others in Class A, watched the scene with the expressions of people watching a show.

Yesterday, after Kijima Tsukur left and everyone was introducing themselves.

This person named Morishita Ai called everyone by their first names. Now that she was hanging out with Kijima Tsukur, watching two weirdos perform was actually quite interesting.

"He's trying to curry favor with me."

Ignoring the stiff expression on Hashimoto Masayoshi's face, Kijima Tsukur stroked his chin as he scrutinized the guy in front of him:

"From a normal person's perspective, they would think I'm a weirdo and would naturally try to avoid contact or even suppress and bully me."

"There are only three types of people who would potentially interact with me."

"Weirdos like Morishita Ai, people of pure kindness with a strong sense of justice, and those with some sort of ulterior motive—like Sakayanagi behind me, who counts as this type."

"And you..."

Before Morishita Ai or Sakayanagi Arisu behind him could retort, Kijima Tsukur said with a flat gaze:

"You're clearly not a weirdo, and after that remark just now that was somewhat insulting to women, you couldn't possibly be a person of pure kindness..."

"Insulting to women, you say..."

"No need to be nervous."

Before Hashimoto Masayoshi could explain, Kijima Tsukur pondered for a moment and revised his statement:

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that; in fact, I quite like women myself, and I enjoy toying with them, especially the pretty ones. If it bothers you, I'll amend my previous statement: what you said didn't really qualify as insulting to women, at most it was just verbally frivolous. But the conclusion remains the same—you are definitely not a person of pure kindness..."

"Uh..."

Once these words were out.

It wasn't just Hashimoto Masayoshi who looked stunned; the rest of Class A, who had been whispering amongst themselves, all turned to look in this direction with expressions of shock.

Holy crap, what a legend.

Daring to say something like that so blatantly in today's society, just how bold is this guy Kijima Tsukur?

Regardless, he has definitely completely forfeited his right to find a partner on campus.

Even Kamuro Masumi standing nearby and Sakayanagi Arisu behind him furrowed their brows slightly; as women, they also felt insulted.

Yamamura Miki, standing at the very back, was so frightened that she began to tremble.