Classroom of the Elite, I Also Want to Be a Good Person

Classroom of the Elite: I Want to Be a Good Person Too. Author: Mingming Shi Mingmingming

[Class 1-A + Protagonist who won't abandon the story]

In the student dormitory at night, facing a girl who had come to ask for help but then tried to back out after hearing the price, Aoyama Shiki smiled with malicious intent.

"Since you came to me, you're paying whether you go through with it or not."

"If you're even one cent short, I'll destroy the thing you care about most."

Pure Classroom of the Elite, but even readers who haven't read the original series can follow along; the school rules will be explained, so nothing will feel nonsensical.

The plot has already entered the end of the second year.

Volume: Volume One

Chapter 1: Making Friends Costs Money

Advanced Nurturing High School.

A school that claims that as long as you graduate, you can choose any job or university you wish to attend.

If you don't want to work or pursue higher education, the school can also provide a substantial interest-free loan, and no collateral is required.

Although, there are conditions attached.

On the first floor of the Advanced Nurturing High School academic building, sitting in the corner of the back row of Class 1-A, a short-haired boy with sharp, angular features rested his face on his left hand, his gaze drifting toward the bright blue sky.

It is April 1st. After seeing his classmates on the first day of school, Aoyama Shiki, a reincarnator, realized that his grand plan to earn personal points would not be too difficult.

Kamuro Masumi, Sakayanagi Arisu, Yamamura Miki, Katsuragi Kōhei—these classmates were both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

These were characters from a novel he had read in his past life, which meant he possessed the advantage of foresight.

And in this special school backed by the government, which prioritizes meritocracy above all else, foresight is an unparalleled advantage.

"One hundred thousand personal points is equivalent to one hundred thousand yen?" A green-haired boy named Totsuka Yahiko exclaimed, looking somewhat flustered.

Just moments ago, their homeroom teacher, Mashima Tomoya, who was explaining the surface-level rules of the school on the podium, mentioned that the school would distribute one hundred thousand personal points to students on the first of every month, with one personal point being equivalent to one yen.

Before enrollment, they were all told that they could not leave the campus for three years, could not contact the outside world, and that all living expenses would be covered by the school.

For an ordinary student, one hundred thousand yen is a huge sum, even as living expenses, it is far too much.

"One hundred thousand personal points every month—isn't that a bit too much for students, Mashima-sensei?"

A bald boy with a physique more robust than the average adult raised his hand to speak. In Aoyama Shiki's memory, Katsuragi Kōhei seemed to suffer from alopecia, which was why he was bald.

Perhaps due to his family's poverty, Katsuragi was much more sensitive to money than the average student.

It was natural for him to be skeptical about the massive monthly allowance of one hundred thousand personal points.

Facing Katsuragi's skepticism, Mashima Tomoya smiled enigmatically, "According to the school's assessment of your value, one hundred thousand personal points is an appropriate figure."

"The school's assessment of our value, huh? That's an interesting way to put it."

Amidst the dialogue between Katsuragi and Mashima, a female voice filled with confidence rang out. Most of the students in Class A couldn't help but turn their gazes toward the owner of the voice.

Her lustrous silver hair fell just past her shoulders, and the girl's frame looked much more petite than her peers. On a face more delicate and beautiful than a doll's, there was a pair of deep, spirited purple eyes.

A classmate as beautiful and elegant as a little princess.

This was the first impression the students of Class A had of Sakayanagi Arisu.

Perhaps she wasn't the prettiest girl in Class A, but she was certainly the most adorable.

"That is all for the notices." Glancing at Sakayanagi, Mashima did not respond to her comment.

After informing the students that the entrance ceremony would be held in the gymnasium in half an hour, the homeroom teacher, who shared the same stoic expression as the student Katsuragi Kōhei, left the classroom.

Not long after the homeroom teacher left, Katsuragi stood up on the podium.

After a brief self-introduction, he proposed that everyone introduce themselves in the order of their seats, which would allow students to get to know their classmates faster and greatly increase the rate of making friends.

Soon, this proposal was agreed upon by the students, and naturally, Katsuragi quietly became the central figure of the class.

After the students finished their individual introductions, which varied in length, Aoyama Shiki, who sat in the very last seat of the last row, stood up. He smiled gently at the curious gazes of his classmates.

"Aoyama Shiki. I like money. If you need help with anything, just pay me, and I'll do it."

With that one sentence, he dispelled the thoughts of the many girls who had intended to approach him after the session ended.

Liking money is the kind of thing that only invites disgust and contempt when said out loud, especially during one's student years.

If he weren't such a handsome guy, Aoyama Shiki felt that there might have been students mocking him right now. There was no doubt that his first impression on his classmates was not good.

But this was exactly his intention, because making friends costs money.

How could a "good person" make money as fast as a "bad person"? Moreover, thanks to the villain-type cheat he brought with him from birth, if he wanted to obtain anything good, he would have to possess a flexible moral compass.

No time like the present; let's go find some students to extort.

As expected, no one approached him. Scanning the classmates who had started chatting in small groups, Aoyama Shiki left the classroom.

There are only four classes in each grade at Advanced Nurturing High School. Passing the classrooms of Class 1-B and Class 1-C, he arrived at the corridor outside Class 1-D, just as several students were walking out.

Among them was a girl so beautiful it was stunning, with a heart-shaped face, peach-blossom features, and lustrous black hair that reached her waist.

The only flaw was the icy air she radiated, which kept everyone at a distance.

It was not a good time to approach her yet.

After marveling at her beauty, which was so lovely it felt like a crime, Aoyama Shiki watched Horikita Suzune leave and leaned his body against the corridor wall.

His first prey was still inside the classroom, likely still busy with self-introductions.

Kouiku was quite unique; the quality of students across the four first-year classes was not equal, with Class A having the best overall caliber, far surpassing the students of Class D.

In other words, Class D was filled with problem students, especially those who were assigned there despite having excellent academic ability.

The special reward Kouiku promised for graduation was no empty talk, but it came with the prerequisite that students must graduate from Class A. The essence of this so-called meritocracy was competition—competition between the four classes.

Historically, Class 1-D, with its many problem students, had never managed a comeback, but this year, a comeback was possible because the protagonist of the story was present.

The first prey he had set his sights on was one of the people who would secretly help the protagonist manipulate the class.

She was a girl with a history of being bullied who disguised herself as a gyaru and became the leader of the largest clique of girls shortly after school started.

Kei Karuizawa.

When the students of Class D swarmed out of the classroom, Aoyama Shiki quickly spotted his target: a girl with honey-blonde hair in a ponytail. As far as he knew, there was only one in Class D.

At this moment, Kei was already surrounded by two other girls; she looked somewhat reluctant, but her body followed them honestly.

"This is my number. Call me after school today; I have something to discuss with you, Karuizawa-san."

Facing Kei's puzzled gaze, Aoyama Shiki walked over and handed her a small slip of paper, which caused the two girls beside her to look on with envy.

He wasn't bragging, but at 181 centimeters tall with sharp, well-defined facial features, his appearance was quite striking; it would be no exaggeration to call him a handsome guy.

"That's all."

Seeming to think of something, Kei's body trembled slightly, then she took the slip of paper with an arrogant expression and beckoned the girls beside her to leave.

School had only just begun, and he shouldn't have known her name, yet Kei didn't ask a single question.

Chapter 2: The Curious Kamuro

The entrance ceremony.

In the spacious and tidy gymnasium, hundreds of students were lined up by class beneath the stage.

After the kind-hearted Chairman Sakayanagi finished his speech, he was succeeded by the student council president, Horikita Manabu from Class 3-A.

His back was straight, and his black hair was cut in a clean, sharp style.

Calm, confident, and serious—this was Aoyama Shiki's first impression of the student council president. Even behind glasses, Horikita Manabu's gaze remained sharp.

Class 3-A, Class 3-A, Class 3-A.

Muttering the student council president's class to himself, he stopped focusing on the stage and began to let his gaze wander.

Starting from Class 3-A all the way to Class 2-D, he calculated the number of students in each of the eight classes one by one.

Among them, there was only one class with forty students, just like the first-year classes, and that was the student council president's Class 3-A.

The other seven classes had fewer than forty students, with the smallest having only a little over thirty.

Your brother is truly impressive.

Glancing at Horikita Suzune, who was staring intently at her brother on stage with a happy expression, Aoyama Shiki thought to himself.

To put it simply, as long as one graduated from Class A at Kouiku, they could easily enter the nation's top university, Todai, which was a massive benefit.

Just as light and shadow coexist, the downsides of attending Kouiku were not small either.

Special exams were the most important aspect of student life at Kouiku, and the classes that failed these exams would basically see one or two students expelled as punishment.

Having survived the slaughter of his first and second years to stand in Class A while keeping his class at full capacity, Horikita Manabu was terrifyingly strong.

"What are you looking around at?"

A low-pitched female voice rang out. Aoyama Shiki turned his head to look; the person speaking to him was Kamuro Masumi, who was tall and standing with him in the back row of the formation.

Her waterfall-like purple hair cascaded past her waist, her face was exquisite, and the eyes beneath her bangs held a hint of curiosity.

"Looking at something interesting."

"Can you be more specific?" The expression on Kamuro's face was one of slight disgust.

"That's a long story. I'll tell you when we eat lunch; my treat."

Perhaps because Kamuro was a beauty, Aoyama Shiki felt no impatience toward that look of disgust; he even extended an invitation to have lunch together.

Among the girls in Class 1-A, Kamuro was one with outstanding ability.

She had the best athletic ability among the girls and a more mature mindset than her peers; she could lie without changing her expression, making her an excellent tool.

If possible, he wanted to bring her under his control.

"...Fine."

After a moment of hesitation, Kamuro nodded. Seeing this, Aoyama also revealed a smile.

Everything has a beginning, and that includes becoming friends.

The entrance ceremony ended, and after returning to the classroom for a few lessons, the time for lunch break arrived quickly.

There was no dragging on of the lesson; the teacher walked out of the classroom before the final bell even finished ringing.

"Didn't we say we'd eat together? Let's go." Ignoring the strange looks from their classmates, Kamuro Masumi walked over to Aoyama's desk.

"Before that, please allow me to invite one more person."

Leaving his seat, Aoyama walked over to a girl with a side ponytail. Beneath her slate-blue bangs, her downcast eyes were watching the chatting classmates with envy.

Noticing his arrival, the girl curled her body slightly, her gaze becoming flustered.

She gave off the impression of a timid little white rabbit.

"Let's eat lunch together, Yamamura-san." Forcing a smile, Aoyama looked gently at Yamamura Miki.

Just like Kamuro Masumi, Yamamura Miki was a girl with quite impressive abilities in Class A, and as far as Aoyama was concerned, she was the student most useful to him.

The "Akari" attribute—that was Yamamura Miki's greatest characteristic.

Relying on the advantage of having an extremely weak presence, she could accomplish many things others couldn't, such as tailing people or taking candid photos.

"Is it really okay to bring me along?"

Glancing at the proud-looking Kamuro walking beside him, Yamamura lowered her head, her gaze darting away.

Because of her extremely weak presence, the result of being constantly overlooked had forged her insecure personality; as far as Aoyama knew, Yamamura had never had a friend from childhood until now.

"If I didn't think it was okay, I wouldn't have invited you." Leaning casually against Yamamura's desk, he struck a pose that suggested he wouldn't leave unless she agreed.

Seeing this, it took less than three seconds for Yamamura, who was bad at refusing others, to nod in agreement.

"Do you need us to wait for you, Yamamura-san?"

On the way to the school cafeteria, Aoyama smiled faintly, encouraging the shrinking Yamamura to walk beside them instead of always trailing half a step behind like a subordinate.

Because he was about to do something unpleasant to Yamamura, out of a sense of compensation, he wanted to help her become a little more confident.