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

How shameless!

Besides, if she entered the boys' dormitory, she might find herself in a situation where no one would hear her cries for help. What if Kijima Tsukur just tackled her right then and there?

At the thought of this, Yamamura Miki's pretty face flushed red, and she felt like she was about to faint.

No, She couldn't let Kijima Tsukur lead her by the nose anymore, couldn't let him order her around so casually, and couldn't be this weak anymore. She had to properly say no!

"Um..."

Finally, Yamamura Miki gathered her courage and used all her strength to say in a delicate voice:

"The dormitory handbook says that improper relationships between men and women are prohibited!"

Therefore... we've only known each other for a day, so I don't want to go to your room with you. In the end, she didn't dare to say such a clear refusal out loud.

"Hmm?"

While the elevator was ascending, Kijima Tsukur looked back and said indifferently:

"Thinking that strict laws can bring world peace is a naive idea that only a middle schooler would have."

The implication was that such rules were meaningless.

After all, Yamamura Miki was the person destined to take care of his daily life. Worried that she wouldn't understand, Kijima Tsukur explained with great patience:

"Prohibiting improper relationships and prohibiting bullying are some of the few explicit rules in this school. However, problems like bullying are already difficult to solve, let alone in this closed-off school."

"Students have lost the constraints of their parents, and the school has simultaneously lost the effective method of solving problems by 'calling the parents.' Trying to put an end to issues like bullying will only become more difficult."

"The school's only remaining means of dealing with problem students are demerits and expulsion, or perhaps penalty points?"

"Extreme disciplinary methods do indeed increase the cost of committing an offense, but this will only make bullies more cautious, and their methods will become even more covert."

"Considering their own reputation and the fact that they have to live in this closed-off school for three years, victims will find it even harder to speak up."

"Simply put, these two rules are like regulations set up for the sake of political correctness, just to shut the mouths of those taxpayers."

"So, if you want to date, you don't need to worry about these."

That's not what I meant at all!

Yamamura Miki almost shouted out loud, and tears were about to stream down her face.

Does this guy have no concept of the differences between men and women?

Moreover, judging by his tone, Kijima Tsukur didn't take the school rules to heart at all. What if he really ate her up?

Yamamura Miki was almost scared to tears.

There's no girl who would follow a boy to his room the first time they meet; she wasn't that kind of casual person.

But when the time came, Yamamura Miki suspected that she might really lack the courage to refuse.

No, I have to say it properly.

But while she hesitated, the elevator had already reached the 7th floor.

"Let's go."

Hearing this, Yamamura Miki walked out of the elevator with a mournful face. The two arrived in front of Room 703, and Kijima Tsukur took out a green room card to open the door.

She hadn't even been to her own dormitory yet, and she was already going to the room of a boy she had just met.

What on earth am I doing~

Yamamura Miki followed him into the room, hunched her shoulders, and said politely in a low voice:

"Excuse the intrusion..."

"You'll be coming here every day from now on to take care of my life, so there's no need to be so polite."

"..."

Sob sob sob~

Yamamura Miki was stunned.

Does this guy not understand human speech? Do you think I'm being polite to you?

And "every day"?

It's lucky enough that I'm here today.

It was only because Kijima Tsukur looked a bit like he was detached from worldly affairs that she had shown mercy today to come and look after him.

I'm definitely not coming tomorrow!

The two arrived in the room, and Kijima Tsukur looked over the dormitory where he would live for the next three years.

One room, one kitchen, one bathroom.

A microwave, refrigerator, air conditioner, desk, and so on were all provided.

He had originally intended to have Yamamura Miki clean up the place, but the room was unexpectedly tidy; the school must have cleaned it in advance.

"It's quite clean. I don't think it needs any cleaning."

Kijima Tsukur surveyed the dormitory, and before Yamamura Miki could feel happy, he added:

"Then go prepare dinner for me. While you're at it, put the drinks and such into the refrigerator. I'll allow you to eat with me later."

"Ugh..."

Yamamura Miki let out a whimper and carried the shopping bags into the kitchen.

Soon.

The sound of rhythmic chopping echoed from the kitchen.

Stealing a glance at the kitchen door, Yamamura Miki glared fiercely at the cutting board in her hands.

What kind of person is he?

What does he mean by "allowing" her to eat with him later?

As if eating with Kijima Tsukur were some kind of reward—just how self-righteous can this guy be?

Who would want to eat with that guy anyway?

If he wants a return on his investment, he should just pay her properly!

How detestable.

Yamamura Miki chopped the vegetables with a heavy thud, her beautiful eyes glaring fiercely:

"I'll make it so spicy it kills you~"

Forget it, forget it.

She has to eat it too, and she really isn't good at handling chili peppers.

As for Kijima Tsukur?

It's already generous enough that she's cooking for him; he still wants her to cater to his personal tastes?

Keep dreaming!

Inside the room.

Kijima Tsukur didn't do much, and he felt no inner turmoil, as if bringing a girl he had just met to his dorm to cook for him was the most natural thing in the world.

He sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed.

His left hand casually flipped through a miscellaneous book, while his right hand toyed with a Rubik's cube.

Soon.

Yamamura Miki walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray with dinner for two.

Rice, pan-fried fish, miso soup, and a side dish.

It gave off an extremely perfunctory vibe, clearly signaling that she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Fortunately.

Kijima Tsukur didn't have high standards for food.

He picked up his bowl, shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and then casually picked at the fried fish to taste it, not really caring about the flavor.

On the other side.

Yamamura Miki inwardly complained that he didn't have a shred of manners, then pressed her palms together and whispered "itadakimasu" in her heart.

She picked up her bowl and, without even tasting the food, shoveled the rice into her mouth at high speed; she didn't want to stay for even a second longer than necessary.

Five minutes later.

"I'm full..."

Yamamura Miki pressed her palms together, secretly opening her eyes to observe Kijima Tsukur's expression, and probed:

"I'll be heading back now, then."

"Oh?"

Kijima Tsukur wiped a grain of rice from the corner of his mouth, only then reacting:

"You haven't washed the dishes yet, have you?"

"..."

Yamamura Miki froze in place, unwilling to give up, and probed once more:

"Then I'll head back after I wash them?"

"Wait until I'm finished eating and we'll wash them together. It'll save you the trouble."

"..."

Ahhh~

Yamamura Miki wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.

Bathing together saves time and effort; do you think I don't know that?

This guy is truly shameless!

It wasn't until Kijima Tsukur finished dinner that Yamamura Miki gathered their dishes, walked into the kitchen, and quickly washed them.

She lowered her footsteps, sneaking out of the kitchen like a thief, and managed to squeeze out a smile, waving her small hand slightly with her right hand pressed against her chest.

In a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum:

"I'm heading out now~"

"Wait a second~"

Yamamura Miki's heart tightened.

Hearing that voice, she felt like she was developing PTSD.

"I'll transfer the points to you."

At least you have a conscience and know to pay up, she thought, but before Yamamura Miki could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Kijima Tsukur say:

"These twenty thousand points will cover my food expenses for this month. I won't make you wake me up anymore, but whether it's a sandwich or a bento, remember to bring me breakfast tomorrow. See you tomorrow."

"Wuwuwu... see you tomorrow..."

Yamamura Miki's voice was barely audible as she left the room with her shoulders slumped.

She dashed into the elevator, frantically pressed the button for the 12th floor, found room 1206, and took out her key to open the door.

She didn't turn on the lights.

Yamamura Miki quickly found her bed, tossed her school bag onto the floor, and threw herself onto the mattress.

After a long silence!

Yamamura Miki suddenly began rolling back and forth on the bed, kicking her legs wildly, and clutching her head as she screamed frantically: