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

"Let's exchange contact information. I'll add you and Yamamura-san to the group chat while I'm at it. If you ever need anything, Kijima-kun, feel free to reach out to me anytime. I'd be more than happy to help~"

After the two finished exchanging contact information and Hashimoto Masayoshi added Kijima Tsukur to the class group, Hashimoto stood up and left his seat; people like him were usually the ones organizing group chats.

"Kijima Tsukur."

At this moment, Morishita Ai, who was sitting nearby, also spoke up: "Exchange contact information with me, too."

"No problem."

After Morishita Ai left, Kamuro Masumi glanced at Kijima Tsukur as he sat back down.

She felt truly disdainful.

No matter what kind of exam it was, it was better to rely on oneself; why bother relying on this weirdo?

Kijima Tsukur also sat back in his seat and rubbed his chin.

Being able to deduce this much from the available information showed that Hashimoto Masayoshi had some ability, but such deductions were actually quite shallow.

Relying solely on the fact that students would be expelled was not enough to support these speculations.

Things like individual versus individual, class versus class, individual versus school, class versus school, or even competition against other schools—all of these were possibilities.

Perhaps, all of these were true?

Thinking that the enemy was simply the school and that one could pass the exam as long as they handled the questions prepared by the administration was a very typical student mindset.

From this, it was clear.

Hashimoto Masayoshi, who treated scheming as his life creed, had the flaw of being arrogant and headstrong!

In essence, Hashimoto Masayoshi did not trust anyone!

If one wanted to make good use of such a person, they had to be properly disciplined.

One had to leave an indelible impression on Hashimoto Masayoshi; otherwise, a person like that could betray you at any moment.

"Kijima-kun."

Just then, Sakayanagi Arisu's slightly delighted voice came from behind:

"Exchange contact information with me as well."

"..."

Looking at Sakayanagi Arisu's friend request on his phone—she must have added him from the group chat—Kijima Tsukur naturally had no reason to refuse.

"By the way, what did that sentence mean earlier? Shouldn't Kijima-kun explain it to me?"

"..."

Kijima Tsukur turned back to look at Sakayanagi Arisu's slightly playful smile and said indifferently:

"Given your personality, I assume you're asking about the 'not even as good as Sakayanagi' comment. No need to ask; it means exactly what it says."

"..."

Sakayanagi Arisu's lips curled upward as she tilted her head slightly and smiled:

"It seems I've really been underestimated. May I ask, what is the reason for you looking down on me so much? Is it because of my body? My physical disability does indeed hinder me in some ways, but I don't believe that determines a person's strength."

"Rest assured, I don't discriminate against anyone in that regard. It's a gap in raw ability."

"May I interpret that as confidence?"

"That's right."

After saying this, Kijima Tsukur turned around and ignored her.

He had seen plenty of people like Sakayanagi Arisu; verbal sparring was meaningless. One had to strike hard and break them mentally to truly subjugate them.

Otherwise, A thrill-seeker like Sakayanagi Arisu

Would only continue to toy with others recklessly according to her own whims.

'He really dares to say such things...'

Watching Kijima Tsukur's back as he turned away, Sakayanagi Arisu found it intriguing.

He's courting death!

Kijima Tsukur's behavior was undoubtedly telling her: You don't even have the qualifications to face me; you are simply courting death.

She had already begun to calculate in her mind how to toy with the person sitting in front of her.

Should she let Kijima Tsukur gain some advantages first, then crush him thoroughly to leave him isolated and helpless, and finally toy with the person he cared about most right in front of him?

That person named Yamamura Miki would be perfect!

Although school had just started and the two weren't close yet, human relationships would only grow tighter as time passed.

When Kijima Tsukur reached the point where he couldn't let go, she would bring Yamamura Miki under her own command.

She really wanted to see the expression on Kijima Tsukur's face when he was filled with resentment yet forced to submit at her feet.

Thinking of this.

A cold glint flashed through the beautiful eyes of Sakayanagi Arisu, and she felt genuinely excited.

This was the first time someone had dared to underestimate her like this.

Chapter 11 The Rich Man's Foolish Son

The morning classes ended in a relaxed atmosphere.

The students of Class A left the classroom in groups; even if they understood the importance of points, there was no need to mistreat their stomachs, so they lived their lives as usual.

Kijima Tsukur walked up to Yamamura Miki with his hands in his pockets.

"What are you eating for lunch? A bento, or the cafeteria?"

"The cafeteria..."

"Then let's go."

"Ugh..."

Yamamura Miki let out a soft whimper and followed timidly behind Kijima Tsukur as he left the classroom; this guy was really getting used to bossing her around.

The two arrived at the cafeteria.

They followed the crowd and lined up in front of the vending machine.

"How do you use this?"

Kijima Tsukur finally glanced at Yamamura Miki behind him.

He had only ever used vending machines for drinks, so he really wasn't sure about these food-service ones.

It didn't look difficult, but since there was a ready-made expert behind him, he might as well put her to use.

"Eh?"

Yamamura Miki was truly dumbfounded.

In this day and age, there was actually someone who didn't know how to use a vending machine?

After hesitating for a moment, she explained in a soft voice:

"You buy a meal ticket from the vending machine, then just hand the ticket to the lady at the corresponding window."

"Is that so?"

Kijima Tsukur examined the vending machine.

There were three different tiers of set meals, A, B, and C, as well as a free D-tier vegetable set, along with individual items like pork cutlets, chicken cutlets, tempura, and udon noodles.

Just like what he saw yesterday, the school had an unexpectedly large amount of free items.

There were also quite a few people in the cafeteria with distressed expressions; it was clear that many lacked points. If it were just for simple daily expenses, it wouldn't be like this.

As long as one understood the importance of points, any normal person would start planning their point usage.

Even if these points weren't many, most would try to spread them out over the coming days, so they wouldn't have such desperate expressions.

If it were a lack of self-control or an inability to curb spending desires, their expressions should be more annoyed instead.

This meant points had other uses!

Were they being used as weapons, or were they being reclaimed by the school through some means?

There was still too little information.

He could try to inquire with the upperclassmen, but that would certainly require points, which would be a bit unnecessary.

If he wanted to ask around, he had to find a way that didn't require spending points.

After all, it was just as Hashimoto Masayoshi and the others had said—

Except for Kijima Tsukur, as long as they performed normally, Class A was the model of honor students, capable of calmly facing any exam!

This wasn't stupidity or arrogance!

It was the powerful self-confidence brought about by decades of diligent study; those who had never let themselves down could face any challenge with composure!

"I'll take the B set and a bottle of iced cola, I'll leave it to you."

Kijima Tsukur waved his hand and vanished from the queue, turning to find an empty four-person table at random, and the people around him instinctively cleared a path.

There was no special reason; it was mainly because Kijima Tsukur's gaze was too sharp, as if he were ready to devour someone at any moment, so the people around naturally chose to avoid him.

'Ugh... why did it end up like this again...'

Yamamura Miki whimpered; he was actually making her deliver it to him, it was simply too bullying.

She turned silently to press the buttons for two Set B meals and two drinks, handed the meal tickets to the cafeteria lady, and carefully carried the two trays away from the counter.

Soon.

She spotted Kijima Tsukur in the center of the cafeteria.

After all, Kijima Tsukur's figure was far too conspicuous;

not only was he incredibly handsome and taller than the average boy, but his unique aura created a vacuum zone around him.

Yamamura Miki walked up to Kijima Tsukur, carefully pushed one of the meal sets in front of him, and then took her seat.

Not even a thank you...

Seeing Kijima Tsukur start eating immediately, Yamamura Miki complained silently in her heart, picking up a small clump of rice with her chopsticks as the events of the morning involuntarily crossed her mind.

If Kijima Tsukur really was a scumbag who enjoyed toying with women, for the sake of her own safety, she truly needed to consider whether she should leave.

"Um..."

Yamamura Miki was genuinely bothered, so she carefully probed, "Kijima-san... was what you said this morning true?"

"Which part specifically?"

"It's... it's just..."

Yamamura Miki rubbed her legs together, her face turning bright red as she fidgeted:

"About that thing with girls..."

"You mean about me liking to toy with women? It's true. I do enjoy toying with women, especially beautiful ones."

Kijima Tsukur ate his meal casually, speaking in a flat tone as if it were nothing: "However, I don't force anyone. I only toy with women who are willing to let me."

"Uh..."