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

The actions of Sakayanagi Arisu left everyone in Class A looking completely stunned.

What was the meaning of this?

She had already walked right past them, so why not just take the remaining mobile phones with her?

Was Sakayanagi Arisu only considering herself after all?

Beside her, Kamuro Masumi's mouth twitched slightly. Good grief, what kind of class was this? Was she surrounded by nothing but weirdos?

Though, she supposed she didn't really have the right to judge others...

Could it be that the weirder the person, the stronger they were?

This left the last three people in the row in a difficult position. The three of them looked at each other, then glanced up at their homeroom teacher, Mashima, on the podium, hoping he might say something.

However, Mashima just watched the scene unfold with a flat expression, showing no intention of intervening.

"Do things for yourself..."

At this moment, Sakayanagi Arisu's ethereal voice reached everyone's ears:

"If you want to make others act according to your will, you need the corresponding strength, don't you?"

Damn it...

She's a weirdo too...

Is it really that hard to pass a phone?

Isn't that just basic courtesy?

However, The crowd could barely understand it.

Perhaps it was precisely because of her physical disability and her strong sense of pride that Sakayanagi Arisu had developed this somewhat pathological philosophy of relying only on herself?

She really was a strong-willed girl!

Many people expressed their understanding in their hearts, even coming up with such justifications for Sakayanagi.

The three people behind her stood up helplessly. One of them walked over to Kijima Tsukur, picked up the three mobile phones, and distributed them to their classmates, casting a glance at Kijima Tsukur as they left.

That guy was the one who was truly self-righteous and annoying!

Of course, Many observant people, like Sakayanagi Arisu, noticed something.

Regarding what had just happened, the homeroom teacher, Mashima, hadn't offered a single word of reproach.

What a lenient school this really was!

Almost everyone present was an elite, or at the very least, above average.

Naturally, they understood the simple truth that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

This leniency didn't excite them; instead, it made the students of Class A feel even more solemn.

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Chapter 4: S-System, Sakayanagi, You Are My Subordinate~

"Has everyone received their mobile phones?"

Sensing the gazes of the students, Mashima explained in a deep voice:

"Next, I will explain the special aspects of this school, which is the S-System mentioned in the enrollment guide. However, I personally am not accustomed to being interrupted while lecturing.

I hope that if you have any questions, you will wait until I have finished speaking. I will give you plenty of time for questions.

The same applies to your studies. Taking notes while listening to a lecture is not a particularly good way to learn; in fact, it hinders learning efficiency."

The students of Class A sat up straight. Every teacher had their own teaching style!

This homeroom teacher, Mashima, seemed a bit overbearing and cared quite a bit about the students, but he also leaned toward being steady, rigid, and rigorous.

Relatively speaking.

Aside from being a middle-aged man, he seemed like a very decent teacher.

But quite a few people also noticed, Mashima seemed a bit too accommodating.

He used words like "hope" and "it would be best," which were consultative in nature. Was that really necessary for a teacher when facing students?

"The mobile phones distributed just now also serve as your student IDs. With them, you can use all the facilities on campus and purchase goods at the stores."

"They function like a form of digital currency, which we at the school call points."

"Within the school, there is nothing that cannot be bought with points. As long as it is something the school possesses, you can buy anything..."

Someone frowned.

However, hindered by Mashima's earlier instructions, or perhaps due to their own introverted personalities, no one raised their hand for the time being.

"There are two ways to pay, including scanning a payment code. You young people shouldn't have trouble operating that, right?"

"Points are equivalent to money and will be automatically deposited on the first of every month. For now, everyone should have been fairly issued one hundred thousand points."

"As for purchasing power, each point is equivalent to one yen."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The classroom instantly fell into a stir.

However, it was mostly the sound of desks shifting due to excitement, or people muttering about how amazing it was; they still maintained decent classroom discipline.

Such feelings were naturally understandable.

One point equals one yen, which is equivalent to one hundred thousand yen!

One must know that the monthly allowance for an average high school student is probably only five thousand, and they have to rely on part-time jobs for the rest.

Even considering this is a boarding school where they need to cover three meals a day.

This is at least equivalent to more than two months of living expenses, right?

Suddenly receiving such a large sum of money, how could anyone not be excited? That they could still remain quiet was enough to prove their quality.

Yet, many people frowned, still not believing that there is such a thing as a free lunch in this world.

One hundred thousand per month.

Four million for one class.

Sixteen million for one grade.

Forty-eight million for the entire school.

The school's annual expenditure is nearly six hundred million, and that's not even counting the school staff. How could the school possibly be this generous to them?

After everyone calmed down from the initial agitation, Mashima-sensei said in a deep voice:

"Are there any questions?"

Silence.

It lasted for about five seconds.

A man who was so shiny, even dazzlingly so, raised his right hand with a serious expression.

"I remember your name is Katsuragi Kohei, right? Katsuragi-kun, what is your question?"

"Mashima-sensei."

The man named Katsuragi stood up properly.

He had a rugged appearance and a steady voice, giving off the impression of someone who does things earnestly.

He was clearly quite charismatic.

Everyone's gaze could not help but be drawn to his bald head.

"You just said that points can buy everything."

Katsuragi asked with a furrowed brow: "That sounds awkward no matter how I hear it. Could you please explain in detail what that means, or was it a slip of the tongue?"

"Also!"

At this moment, Sakayanagi Arisu did not raise her hand, a pleasant smile playing on her lips:

"Mashima-sensei, you just said that points are deposited on the first of every month, and then told us that everyone currently has one hundred thousand. This phrasing is ambiguous and easily leads to misunderstandings."

"It's as if you are deliberately inducing us to think that we 'receive one hundred thousand points every month.' May I ask, is it one hundred thousand points every month?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The entire Class A fell into a stir once again.

Even though they didn't know each other, they exchanged glances.

That makes sense!

Mashima-sensei only said that points are deposited on the first of the month, but he never guaranteed that it would be one hundred thousand every month.

Furthermore.

The idea that points can buy everything.

It really did give off the feeling of "there is no silver buried here."

Several people also showed expressions of sudden realization, feeling that something was a bit off; so that was what it was about.

It must be said.

Whether it was Katsuragi Kohei or Sakayanagi Arisu, both were undoubtedly very intelligent people. The gazes everyone directed at them carried a hint of admiration.

"It means exactly what it says."

Mashima-sensei remained serious, his tone professional and business-like as he said:

"It is exactly as you think."

"I see."

Katsuragi and Sakayanagi Arisu exchanged a knowing look.

This kind of answer was equivalent to no answer at all; it was merely a simple rhetorical tactic.

Yet, this also proved that this school was truly not as simple as it appeared on the surface, and the rest would depend on them finding the answers for themselves.

"Unable to answer? Why are you dodging the question like this?"

Kijima Tsukur crossed his legs, pinched his chin with his right hand, and scrutinized Mashima, the homeroom teacher, on the podium.

"Mashima-sensei does not seem like an irresponsible teacher; on the contrary, he gives the impression of having a strong sense of responsibility and generally wouldn't refuse to answer a student's question."

"In that case, one can only conclude that you are under certain restrictions, and the only ones capable of restricting teachers are naturally the school authorities."

Kijima Tsukur did not lower his voice, and the attention of those around him was inevitably drawn by his words.

Behind him, the corners of Sakayanagi Arisu's mouth remained curled in a smile.

If it was only to this extent, it didn't amount to much.

Both she and Katsuragi could have arrived at this conclusion.

It was just that it wasn't convenient to explain it during class time; she had originally intended to inform everyone after class, but she hadn't expected Kijima Tsukur to beat her to it.

"The question is, why impose such restrictions?"

Kijima Tsukur didn't care at all about the opinions of those around him, as if he were merely talking to himself, muttering:

"We don't need to pay tuition or living expenses, and the school has national backing. The students are in an overwhelmingly disadvantageous position; no matter what the school demands, the students have no choice but to obey. I'm afraid that even reporting this to the authorities would be of no use."

"Then, the only purpose for the school restricting the teachers is likely for testing. Perhaps using exams in an environment like this school is more accurate?"

In an instant, the entire class became restless once again.

Class A was originally a group of high-achieving students, and they had all just left home to enter the school, not yet having shed their student-like innocence.