Classroom of the Elite, It's Not About Meritocracy, It's About Me Ruling the World! Chapter 14

As soon as these words left his mouth, Before Yamamura Miki could respond, everyone around them, regardless of gender, turned to look at them with expressions of utter disbelief.

Brother.

Isn't your confidence a bit too unearned?

Some adult women might enjoy a "puppy dog" type like that, but this is a high school. Even if he is undeniably handsome, what high school girl would voluntarily let someone toy with her?

What a pipe dream!

The moment he said that, he effectively forfeited his right to be a romantic prospect on campus.

Many people nearby rolled their eyes, feeling that he was nothing more than an arrogant idiot.

However, upon closer inspection.

Aside from looking a bit downcast and lacking confidence, the girl sitting across from him was actually quite pretty. How did she end up sitting with a guy like that?

Unaware of the shift in the atmosphere, Yamamura Miki let out a sigh of relief, then realized what had happened and inwardly complained to herself.

Ah~ I'm such an idiot. How could I believe this guy so easily? But... come to think of it... it doesn't seem... like there's any problem...

Kijima Tsukur was already like this; he shouldn't be lying about such a thing. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so casual about mentioning "toying with girls."

Thinking about it this way, she actually felt that Kijima Tsukur could be trusted.

With that thought, Yamamura Miki finally relaxed.

As long as Kijima Tsukur wouldn't force her, there was nothing to be afraid of. As for voluntarily letting him toy with her, how could that ever happen?

But helping a friend bring food or something similar didn't really bother Yamamura Miki that much.

The main issue was having to cook for this guy in the evening, which was a bit annoying, but she just didn't know how to refuse.

Yamamura Miki ate her lunch in small bites and asked, chatting like a friend:

"By the way, Kijima-kun, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask whatever you want."

"I noticed you don't seem to know how to use the automatic ticket machine. Have you never used one before?"

"Indeed, I haven't."

Kijima Tsukur explained, "I've only ever used vending machines for drinks. Everything else in my daily life has always been handled by others."

"Really?"

Yamamura Miki sucked on her chopsticks, tilting her head in confusion:

"Then what about school? Or do you always bring a bento?"

After all, if he hadn't even used a ticket machine, he shouldn't be able to function in society, unless he had servants taking care of him even at school?

Kijima Tsukur had already finished his meal quickly; he opened his cola and took a sip before saying:

"That's not it. I never attended school."

"Eh!?"

Yamamura Miki was momentarily stunned: "How is that possible? Middle school is compulsory education. Kijima-kun, how could you have never gone to school?"

"It's the truth."

Kijima Tsukur leaned back in his chair, not taking it to heart:

"I received a private education from a young age. It should be normal enough not to have attended a regular school, right?"

"But... then how did you enroll? What about your student records?"

Yamamura Miki furrowed her delicate brows. This was clearly beyond her scope of understanding; she felt that one couldn't survive without student records, and the government wouldn't allow it either.

"I don't know."

Kijima Tsukur glanced at the azure sky outside the window and said frankly:

"However, I can roughly guess. It was probably because I gave the principal a reason they couldn't refuse."

"Eh?"

Yamamura Miki tilted her head and frowned, truly puzzled.

Judging by Kijima Tsukur's behavior, she could tell his material circumstances weren't bad.

Following the tropes from TV dramas, Could he be a super elite from a wealthy conglomerate, or perhaps a super genius raised by a secret organization?

But she didn't feel like that was the case at all. After all, Kijima Tsukur didn't seem to be lying.

Whether in class or right now, Kijima Tsukur answered whatever was asked without the slightest bit of concealment.

He was just a spoiled, dim-witted rich kid!

Where did he look like a super elite?

The performance of those in the class was indeed impressive, but not to the point of being unreachable; they didn't look like super elites by any measure.

[Starting at 5:00 PM this afternoon, a club orientation will be held at the First Gymnasium. Students interested in clubs, please gather at the First Gymnasium. Repeating again...]

At this moment, A cute female voice broadcasted over the campus speakers, immediately capturing the attention of the students in the cafeteria. Yamamura Miki also felt a bit curious:

"Kijima-kun, are there any clubs you want to join?"

"Clubs?"

Kijima Tsukur rubbed his chin and asked, "Who was that voice just now?"

"It should be... the Student Council, right?"

Yamamura Miki didn't seem entirely sure: "At ordinary schools, club orientations are usually hosted by the Student Council, though it's hard to say for this school."

Student Council?

Kijima Tsukur still remembered.

On the organizational chart in the enrollment handbook, the Student Council was on the same level as the faculty.

"Yamamura, what is a club orientation usually for?"

"Hm?"

This seemed to be the first time Kijima Tsukur had called her by her name, and for some reason, Yamamura Miki felt a little nervous as she explained:

"Well... it's just to introduce various clubs to the freshmen, like the basketball team or the soccer team, to make it easier for them to choose the clubs they like."

"What about the Student Council? Does that count as a club?"

"Uh... I don't think so?"

Yamamura Miki had never joined a student council either and wasn't quite sure how the distinctions were made, but she roughly understood what Kijima Tsukur wanted to know.

"But generally speaking, the Student Council also needs to recruit new members, and the student body president is usually elected by the entire school. If Kijima-kun wants to join the Student Council, you should be able to go and take a look."

"I see... Yamamura, come with me to the Student Council after school."

Kijima Tsukur stood up, finished the last of his cola, and placed the can on the table: "Take your time eating, I'm heading out."

Soon, Kijima Tsukur disappeared into the crowd.

Yamamura Miki looked at the empty tray across from her, then at her own half-finished lunch. Her fingers, gripping her chopsticks, turned white from the pressure.

She was absolutely furious!

What kind of person was he!

He made her cook, made her bring the food, and even made her serve it.

And he couldn't even wait for her to finish her meal?

Yamamura Miki picked up a piece of pork cutlet and bit into it hard with her cherry-colored lips, as if she wished she were biting Kijima Tsukur himself.

What kind of person was this, anyway?

Not a gentleman, not considerate, let alone someone who knew how to cherish a lady.

And he wanted her to accompany him to the Student Council?

In his dreams.

She would definitely give that guy a firm refusal this afternoon!

She would let Kijima Tsukur go to the Student Council all by himself and experience the feeling of being abandoned; only then would he realize how gentle and kind she was!

How dare that guy look down on her?

When the time came, she would make Kijima Tsukur kneel before her and repent!

"Hmph."

Yamamura Miki felt a surge of pride; just thinking about it made her excited.

Chapter 12: Before Us, There Are No Enemies!

Leaving the cafeteria.

Kijima Tsukur wandered around the school at random, taking the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment.

Along the way, he saw quite a few surveillance devices. There was actually no difference from the outside world, so there must be plenty of blind spots.

Clearly, just as he had told Yamamura Miki.

The school only prohibited bullying in name; in reality, it wasn't truly forbidden, and they even adopted a tacit attitude toward violence.

Some things don't weigh a feather until they're put on the scale, but once they are, even a thousand pounds won't be enough to tip it.

As long as you aren't caught, there is no punishment.

From what he could see, this school was like a miniature society.

Just then, Kijima Tsukur caught a whiff of floral scent. Without realizing it, he had arrived at the Central Garden, where a girl lying on a bench caught his attention.

Morishita Ai!

Her black pantyhose were fully exposed, revealing her alluring figure without a hint of restraint as she lay prone on the bench with a pained expression.

Kijima Tsukur walked behind her and crouched down, scrutinizing the territory beneath Morishita Ai's skirt hem before reaching out a hand to lift it.

Lying on the bench, Morishita Ai turned her head to look at the man who was about to lift her skirt.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just a little curious if you're wearing safety shorts."

"You're going to lift a girl's skirt for a reason like that?"

"Is there a problem?"

Kijima Tsukur wore an expression of complete justification; he was indeed genuinely curious if Morishita Ai was wearing safety shorts, as how else could she lie on a bench like this without worrying about being seen?

"That's sexual harassment, you know."

Morishita Ai remained prone on the bench, looking back at Kijima Tsukur, who was half-crouched behind her aiming at her skirt hem, and said listlessly:

"Aren't you worried I'll call the police?"

"It's fine. I'm confident that I'm a handsome guy, and the world is very tolerant toward handsome guys."

Kijima Tsukur crouched on the ground, his face indifferent:

"Taking a step back, I'm not hiding my actions either. If the other party wants to refuse, they can stop me at any time, and I naturally wouldn't force it."

"I see. I am wearing them."

Morishita Ai revealed her secret without a care.

She was wearing safety shorts!