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

The eyes of everyone on the bus were fixed on Kikyo Kushida, then shifted toward the boy playing with the Rubik's cube.

Everyone had the same thought in their minds...

Is this guy an idiot?

He already gave up his seat, so why is he still yapping? Is he trying to stop people from riding the bus?

However, they continued to watch the two of them; they were bored sitting there anyway, and watching the drama unfold was quite entertaining.

Some were even curious if a fight would break out, wondering if this seemingly kind Kikyo Kushida was truly the hypocrite the Rubik's cube boy claimed she was.

"This... is that what you think?"

Kikyo Kushida did not refute him; she forced a smile and shook her head, looking somewhat strained:

"It's okay, maybe you're right. I'm not such a noble person. Actually, I just thought of my own grandmother, so I couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy, thinking it would be nice if the elderly lady could have an easier time."

She did indeed have selfish motives.

There was an underlying implication in Kikyo Kushida's words, yet her selfishness was still rooted in kindness.

The passengers glanced back at the Rubik's cube boy, their eyes filled with a hint of disdain.

Are you kidding me? Such a pure and kind little angel, how could she possibly be that kind of hypocrite?

"It's fine."

The boy didn't care, his expression indifferent as he said:

"I'm not trying to expose your true colors to embarrass you, nor do I intend to pass moral judgment on you. I'm not targeting you because I dislike you; in fact, I actually admire you."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Tsukur Kijima."

The boy sat in his seat, his right hand holding the Rubik's cube as he rested it on his left shoulder and bowed slightly:

"My purpose in coming to this school is to inherit a faction. It's a small personal test for me, but that's not important."

"What's important is that after inheriting the faction, I need a team."

"I admire your social skills, your courage to express yourself, and your low-morality disposition. Kushida, would you be willing to become my subordinate?"

"..."

Huh?

The forced smile on Kikyo Kushida's face twitched, unable to hold itself together.

What the hell?

What is this guy rambling on about?

What faction, what test, what subordinate, and he even insulted her for having low morality?

Am I dreaming?

This guy pushed her into this awkward spot, nearly got her exposed and reviled by others, and now he's asking if she wants to be his subordinate?

Being recruited as a subordinate is one thing!

What about the salary? The benefits? The perks?

At least introduce those, right?

Just like that, without saying anything, he expects her to become his subordinate?

Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

"Heh..."

At this moment, the girl next to Kiyotaka Ayanokoji let out a scoff, seemingly dismissive of everything that was Tsukur Kijima.

It was like a chuunibyou boy playing a chuunibyou game.

However, no one in the bus cared about her thoughts, not even Tsukur Kijima, who was sitting across the aisle from her.

"Um..."

Regaining her composure, Kikyo Kushida forced a smile:

"Sorry... I still need to consider my parents' opinions."

"No matter."

Tsukur Kijima didn't mind.

He had already seen it; this woman would become his subordinate.

This was her destiny!

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Chapter 2 I'm watching him play with a Rubik's cube

Advanced Nurturing.

Tsukur Kijima walked along the asphalt road leading to the school building.

He toyed with the Rubik's cube in his right hand while flipping through the enrollment guide in his left.

It contained a scale map of the entire school, a brief history, an organizational chart, and information on various campus leaders.

According to the enrollment guide, it was clear.

There were 160 new students in total, divided into four classes: A, B, C, and D, with only 480 students across all three grade levels.

In addition to the academic buildings, the school also featured the Keyaki Mall for daily living.

The entire school grounds were roughly the size of a small town.

In other words.

The entire staff of Advanced Nurturing was serving these 480 people.

To maintain the normal operation of this school, the amount of money consumed annually must be an astronomical figure.

Generally speaking.

The state would not allocate funds to projects that yielded no profit.

Even for educational projects, there would not be such a massive investment.

Of course, one could not rule out the possibility that this was a money-laundering scheme for some big shots, but because the school had been recommended by that person, Kijima Tsukur dismissed that notion immediately.

The only explanation was.

Whether it be talent, experimental projects, data, or the environment...

These 480 people were the profit itself!

If that was the case.

Attending this school would likely not be a relaxing experience.

Thinking this, Kijima Tsukur put away his Rubik's cube and followed the map in the enrollment guide to find his classroom.

Class 1-A!

At this moment.

Many students had already arrived in Class A.

People sitting in front of and behind each other were chatting, testing the distance between one another, and those skilled at socializing had already formed small groups of three or four.

Of course, there were also a few lone wolves.

However.

There was absolutely no sense of noise in the entire classroom.

The whole class spoke in soft whispers, their voices at just the right volume, which was enough to show the high overall quality of this class.

Just then.

Kijima Tsukur stepped into the classroom.

The entire room instantly fell into silence.

There was no particular reason; he was simply too conspicuous.

Today was the first day of school, and whenever someone entered, everyone would take a look to judge whether they should try to recruit that person based on a first impression.

However.

With Class A almost fully assembled, this man was completely different; the moment he walked through the door, the entire class fell silent.

His tall, sturdy build and handsome appearance went without saying.

The most striking feature was his obsidian-like eyes, his gaze sharp and fixed straight ahead, giving off an air of arrogance and an inexplicable sense of dread.

Kijima Tsukur followed the nameplates to find his seat.

Right in the center of the classroom!

He sat down and pulled out his Rubik's cube once again.

With his left hand cupping his chin, his right hand holding the cube extended into the aisle, taking up nearly half the space, completely indifferent to the people around him.

This school had state backing.

Since that person recommended he come here, they must have seen an opportunity for this school to fulfill his wish.

Even if it couldn't fulfill his wish, it could at least provide him with the possibility of doing so.

The question was.

What kind of conditions were required to obtain the qualification to have his wish granted?

This was what he needed to consider next.

The students, who had just formed their various small groups, secretly observed Kijima Tsukur and began to whisper among themselves:

"Hey... what is that..."

"Could that guy really be a student in our class? What is he trying to do?"

"What a weirdo..."

"Still, he is really handsome."

"Hmm... I guarantee his family background must be excellent!"

"Eh? Why?"

"Didn't you see his arrogant style? You can tell at a glance he's used to bossing people around. He's just like those aloof male leads on TV. So cool!"

"He really is handsome, though he looks a bit hard to approach~"

"That's exactly what makes him cool~"

Such a self-important attitude made most of the boys frown, but quite a few girls showed a considerable amount of interest.

Kijima Tsukur's actions were indeed obstructing those who wanted to use the aisle.

However, since it was their first meeting, most people remained cautious. No one stepped forward to confront him directly, choosing instead to endure it for now and observe the situation.

Yet, there was one exception.

Sitting in the seat to his right was a girl with a slender figure and waist-length purple hair. Her light purple eyes were currently fixed on him with an expression of disgust, and the nameplate on her desk read Kamuro Masumi.

"Kijima Tsukur?"

Kamuro Masumi glanced at the nameplate on his desk, her pretty face full of annoyance:

"Do you have any idea how noisy you're being? Blocking the aisle with your hand is also a huge inconvenience for people passing by. If you're going to play, at least do it on your own desk."

"Is that so? My apologies."

Kijima Tsukur nodded, completely unbothered as he said, "Then I'm afraid you'll have to endure it. Anyone who needs to use this aisle can simply switch to the two aisles on either side."

"Huh???"

Kamuro Masumi was stunned for a moment. Once she realized what he had said, she slammed her hand against her desk, turned to glare at Kijima Tsukur in the seat next to her, and retorted sarcastically:

"I don't know what kind of young master you think you are, but this is a three-year boarding school. Don't think that the people around you will continue to indulge you. If you don't move your hand right now... I will..."

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