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

Based on what I just heard, class points are linked to the monthly distribution of personal points.

Then, on the very first day of school, she discovered that students in her class were sleeping during lectures and playing on their phones.

How many class points would be deducted after a month?

"Isn't this something even an elementary schooler should know? And the fact that none of the subject teachers are stopping it—isn't that abnormal?" Aoyama grabbed the long hair hanging beside him onto the chair, using his aggressive behavior to suppress Karuizawa's will to resist.

"Don't tell anyone about this for now. Wait for my signal, and then use the credit for discovering this to become the center of the girls."

"As for our relationship to the outside world, we'll use the guise of childhood friends who haven't seen each other in years. If needed, you can also use me as a tool to win over other girls."

To help Karuizawa become the leader of the girls in Class D, he didn't mind selling a bit of his charm to socialize with them.

After all, there were basically no unattractive students who could get into this school, especially the girls.

This was a win-win situation.

"It's only the first day of school; how do you know so much? And I don't think I've ever met you before this."

"You don't need to know that. Also, it's time to pay the friend fee."

Facing Karuizawa's suspicious gaze, Aoyama responded with a smile.

Soon, a notification for a transfer of 50,000 personal points appeared on his phone. After deducting his afternoon expenses, he now had over 140,000 personal points.

And as the numbers on his mobile terminal changed, another number—visible only to Aoyama—surged from a pathetic three digits to five digits.

[Detective Conan World Villain System]

This was the cheat he received when he was born, which made him think he had arrived in the world of Detective Conan.

After searching for a long time as he grew up, the result was that he couldn't find a single piece of information about a high school detective.

Then he accepted that the system had been distributed with a bug.

Moreover, rather than a system, this cheat was more like a game console; he could only obtain things through a lottery.

The good news was that there was a pity system; the bad news was that he could only use "black money" to draw, and the prizes were all villain skills or items from the Detective Conan world.

One draw cost 100,000 personal points, and there was no discount for a ten-pull.

Before coming to Kouiku, his only source of black money was the pocket money he swindled from the neighbor's kid during a science experiment—a whole 100 yen.

Because he lacked black money, the one-time ten-percent-off discount for new users was still available.

"Can I go now, Aoyama-kun?" Looking at the boy who was lost in thought, Karuizawa gradually calmed the chaos in her heart. It wasn't until the transfer that she learned the name of the boy beside her.

"Just call me Aoyama. After all, we are childhood friends reunited after a long time."

Withdrawing his attention from the system panel and feeling great now that he knew personal points could also be used for the lottery, he chuckled and corrected Karuizawa's mistake in address.

"If you run into trouble, you can text me for help. For the sake of those 50,000 personal points every month, I will protect you."

"Whoever bullies you is bullying me."

Since he didn't need Karuizawa's help for the time being, he made the promise and let her leave.

Returning to the small convenience store, the foot traffic had thinned out significantly. A tall figure was standing in front of the beverage shelf, seemingly struggling to decide which of the numerous drinks to choose.

"High school students aren't of legal drinking age, are they, Kamuro?" Aoyama stood beside the girl, pointing out that her gaze was fixed on the wrong place.

As a school where students couldn't leave for three years, the campus of Kouiku was shockingly large and even included a shopping center, where the number of staff members exceeded that of the students.

Therefore, the store did carry items like alcohol, which students were not allowed to purchase.

"You're certainly familiar, aren't you? Let me state beforehand: I hate alcohol."

Answering with a cold face, Kamuro Masumi shook her long hair and walked toward the checkout counter, showing no intention of continuing the conversation.

"If you don't like it, why were you staring at it for so long?"

After quickly picking out his daily necessities and checking out, he caught up with Kamuro in the lobby of the dormitory building.

The first-year dormitory building housed both men and women, with girls on the upper floors and boys on the lower floors. The first-floor lobby was equipped with an elevator.

It was worth mentioning that there was a monitor on the first floor that showed the view inside the elevator.

"That has nothing to do with you."

"I'm the type of person who, when I feel curious about something, will pursue it relentlessly."

Standing side by side in front of the elevator, Aoyama did not retreat despite the impatience on Kamuro's face.

In the novel, shortly after school started, Kamuro had an impulse to steal beer for the thrill of it, and the outcome was that she was caught by a student who used it as leverage to make her a lackey.

He had no intention of handing over a tool he had his eye on to someone else.

The matter he entrusted to Yamamura needed time to ferment, as did Karuizawa's path to becoming the leader of the girls.

For the few days he had free, he would put on a good performance of what it meant to be as clingy as a piece of gum.

Chapter 5: The Strange Underclassman

"I have no obligation to answer."

"Then I have no obligation to give up."

Following Kamuro to her door, Aoyama's smile remained undimmed after being shut out, and he strolled leisurely back to his own room.

The luggage set down this morning still sat quietly in the corner of the room.

Open the windows, sweep the floor, wipe down the surfaces.

After working for over half an hour, he finally began to unpack. His few clothes were quickly hung in the closet, and his worn books were moved onto the desk.

Once he placed his newly purchased daily necessities in the kitchen and bathroom, the dormitory, which had felt cold and long-abandoned, suddenly brimmed with life.

Is this the room I'll be living in for the next three years? It seems pretty good.

Scanning the clean and tidy room, Aoyama Shiki felt a surge of anticipation for his upcoming school life.

Taking down his school uniform jacket from the wall, he headed back to the school grounds.

On the expansive track, many students from sports clubs were already working up a sweat. Seeing him—clearly a freshman—arrive, many cast curious glances his way.

They probably wondered why, having just received a massive sum of 100,000 private points, he wasn't out at the school's shopping mall splurging or hanging out with friends.

Now is not the time for playing around.

Finding an empty spot, Aoyama Shiki began his warm-up exercises, his movements anything but perfunctory.

During middle school, as an orphan who couldn't afford cram schools, he had spent most of his time studying, leaving his physical fitness at the level of an average boy.

General high schools don't have physical requirements for students, but Kouiku is different.

It demands excellence in all areas: physical strength, intellect, communication skills, and judgment. As long as it is a talent required of a leader, the school will test for it.

"You're the first freshman I've seen come to the track to work out on the very first day of school."

While he was resting after a light jog following his warm-ups, a senior student approached him before he could even attempt to strike up a conversation.

Wearing a sunflower hair clip and sporting long orange hair, the senior radiated a lively and cheerful vibe, a smile gracing her fair face.

"Isn't now supposed to be the time for making friends?" Asahina Nazuna continued before he could reply.

"The friends I intend to make are already decided; there's no rush for now."

Sitting side-by-side on a bench under a tree, Aoyama replied in a gentle tone.

In Class A, he didn't want to make too many friends. Having Kamuro and Yamamura was enough; any more would just hinder his ability to sell out Class A's interests for illicit profit.

Although he felt a bit sorry for the students of Class A, the rewards provided by the system were simply too tempting.

Unrivaled combat prowess, the perfect drug APTX4869 that could restore one's youth, and master-level disguise—how could he not be tempted?

"What a strange way to put it." Asahina crossed her legs and stretched them out, lifting her feet off the ground. "I'm Asahina Nazuna, a senior from Class A of the second year. Can you tell me your name, strange freshman?"

"That nickname actually sounds pretty good. Feel free to call me that from now on, Asahina-senpai. By the way, my name is Aoyama Shiki."

"What an interesting freshman."

"I still prefer the nickname 'strange freshman' a bit more."

With a faint smile, Aoyama Shiki stood up and stretched. The soft sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, feeling not the least bit harsh.

"Senpai, could you tell me about the Student Council? I'm planning on joining."

"The Student Council, huh... and here I was hoping to recruit you into our Track and Field Club."

Asahina looked disappointed for a moment before regaining her energy. She began to introduce the current Student Council members to him in earnest, the first name naturally being the Student Council President, Horikita Manabu.

Becoming Student Council President as a freshman, excelling in both literature and martial arts, and having a flawless record during his tenure—he was practically a superman.

When it came to the second person, Vice President Nagumo Miyabi, Asahina's tone was no longer one of admiration.

Her very first piece of advice was that he should never try to emulate him.

"Thank you, senpai. Once I join the Student Council, I'll come to congratulate you and treat you to a meal."

After about ten minutes, having finished listening to Asahina's introduction to the Student Council, Aoyama had a better understanding of its structure, especially regarding the second-year members.

In the current Student Council, most were second-year students, as the third-years had mostly retired.

"Full of confidence, aren't you, freshman?"

Regarding his certainty about joining the Student Council, Asahina smiled gently, expressed her anticipation, and then left after responding to a call from her companions.

Her agile, athletic stride was full of vitality.

How youthful, Asahina-senpai.

Withdrawing his gaze from her graceful back, Aoyama returned to the track to continue his workout.

It was still early before 6:00 PM; he had plenty of time for more training—and for chatting up seniors.

Small streams of information gathered together could provide a reasonable explanation for his foresight.

As a special school, Kouiku was filled with countless cameras, covering the entire campus like a spiderweb. Every move a student made was essentially under the school's control.

And the embodiment of the school's power was the Student Council.

The second day of school.

Exhausted from the day before, Aoyama had gone to bed early, and he woke up just as early.

After working out for over half an hour, he finally put his breakfast into a pot to heat up, using the time to take a shower as well; his lifestyle was less like that of a student and more like that of an athlete.

The most important thing in life is self-awareness.

He had discovered from a very young age that he was no genius; his memory and physical abilities were nothing extraordinary, and the only reason he had been able to enter a prestigious middle school with a tuition waiver was his self-discipline.

Although he possessed a cheat, only a fool would gamble their entire life on it.

After bustling about, Aoyama, who had risen early, arrived at the Class A classroom three minutes before the start of class.

At this moment, many students in the classroom were chatting in twos and threes, their smiles looking a bit more natural than they had yesterday.

Katsuragi Kōhei and Sakayanagi Arisu were surrounded by the largest groups of students.

"Can you tell me why now, Kamuro?" Passing by Kamuro's seat, he struck up a conversation with her as she looked at him with visible disgust.

"No."

"Then I'll ask again next time."

Returning a smile, he took a detour to greet Yamamura, who was sitting alone, before taking his own seat amidst her somewhat flustered response.

Soon, the bell for the first period rang, and the teacher arrived shortly after.

Without chatting privately or sneaking peeks at their phones, the students of Class A demonstrated the quality expected of those assigned to Class A.

Meanwhile, although a few students in the neighboring Class B felt a bit restless, they did not commit any rule-breaking acts, but Class C and Class D were different.

After spending the entire day yesterday discovering that some classmates were playing on their phones during class without being lectured even when the teacher saw them, several students began to grow bolder.

Especially in Class D, where a red-haired boy with a crew cut was openly sleeping in class and even snoring, yet the teacher still turned a blind eye.

While this caused several students to frown, it also led several others to place their phones on their desks.

They figured that if sleeping and snoring weren't being punished, then quietly playing on their phones would be even less of an issue.

And all these rule-breaking behaviors were being fully recorded by the cameras in the corners of the classrooms.

Chapter 6 I'll Be the President, You Be the Secretary