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

If classes B, C, and D were left to remain oblivious, their class points would be heavily deducted by the school due to student infractions.

Class A, having discovered the rules first, would gain a massive lead in class points over classes B, C, and D.

"Don't say such terrifying things, Ryuen." Aoyama shifted his hips closer to Kamuro. "I'm a guy with a normal sexual orientation; I only like women."

He refused to have anything to do with that "southern" business.

With so many cute girls at this school, only someone with a broken brain would swing the other way.

Here, he had to single out a certain student from Class D for criticism: choosing to stick with a troublemaker like Ryuen Kakeru instead of the adorable Sakayanagi Arisu.

"If you get any closer, I'm going to flip out, you jerk." Lowering her voice, Kamuro cursed under her breath.

She felt nothing unusual about Aoyama selling out the class's interests.

Aside from Aoyama and Yamamura, she wasn't close to the other students in Class A, and she was indifferent to most things anyway.

What mattered now was that the jerk Aoyama needed to stop leaning in.

If he got any closer, her thigh would be touching his. She had never been this intimate with a boy before, and if it weren't for maintaining the jerk's face in front of outsiders, she would have stood up and left long ago.

"Sorry, sorry. You see, this guy Ryuen is just too scary; I'm terrified."

Under the attack of Ryuen's fierce, stony-faced glare, Aoyama replied in a voice only the two of them could hear.

However, he figured that since she only threatened to flip out if he got closer, staying as they were was acceptable.

The scent drifting from the girl beside him was fragrant and made him somewhat reluctant to move away.

Chapter 13: I Remembered Something Funny

"Aoyama-kun, I have a request."

"Could you please tell us where you obtained this information?"

The guidance room had been quiet for a while.

After digesting and calculating the intelligence Aoyama provided, Ichinose felt down for a moment before cheering herself back up.

Although the school had deceived them, they couldn't choose to drop out now that things had reached this point; planning ahead for future competition was the correct course of action.

"That's a secret." Aoyama shook his head. "However, I can tell you some of the details."

Ichinose Honami was indeed very cute, but helping the enemy was out of the question; he wanted to keep Yamamura hidden for as long as possible.

If used well, Yamamura would be a powerful trump card, especially for a certain special exam in the future.

"There's a free and terrible-tasting set meal at the corner window of the school cafeteria, and there was a long line on the first day of school."

"At the entrance ceremony, the number of students in each second and third-year class was generally less than forty, with the third-year classes usually having a few fewer people than the second-year ones."

"Certain students in Class A of the second year have an arrogant attitude toward students in Class D, never hiding their contempt—just like with Sudo-kun from Class D."

Aoyama turned his head to look at Hirata, whose expression was not very good.

"When a conflict broke out with the upperclassmen at the convenience store, the senior from Class A of the second year directly called him a defective product and said he would see hell in the future."

"Which convenience store specifically, Aoyama-kun?" Sakagami, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly interjected.

According to the school's requirements for second and third-year students, they were absolutely forbidden from providing information to first-year students before May 1st.

The insults directed at Sudo by the second-year Class A male could, if taken seriously, be considered passing information to Sudo.

"Four days ago in the afternoon, at the location closest to the school."

After a brief moment of thought, Aoyama understood the reason for Sakagami's interjection, and he didn't mind causing a little trouble for the second-year Class A.

After all, the leader of the second-year Class A, Nagumo Miyabi, was currently listed as his enemy.

"Aoyama-kun is truly amazing." After Sakagami returned to silence, Ichinose exclaimed with admiration.

Perhaps Aoyama Shiki wasn't the only first-year student to notice these anomalies, but he was currently the only one who had seriously investigated the reasons behind them.

These three million private points were something Aoyama had earned.

"I just tend to overthink things sometimes."

Being praised by a cute girl was gratifying, but Aoyama knew his own limits; there was no way he would get arrogant.

The one who laughs last is the winner.

"Once I walk out this door, I won't admit that I gave you this information." Handing the signed contract to the notary, Sakagami, for safekeeping, Aoyama patted Kamuro's shoulder and stood up.

"However, you all have ways to contact me. I'm a simple person."

"I provide the service once I receive the payment; I don't cheat anyone."

"The more money you give, the bigger the job I can handle."

After speaking, Aoyama scanned the faces of those present. Ichinose and Hirata had somewhat strained smiles, likely feeling that his behavior wasn't very honorable.

As for the expressions of Ryuen and Shiina, there was no strangeness or contempt; they would likely become his employers in the future.

"See you next time, everyone." With a slight smile, Aoyama left the guidance room with Kamuro.

Walking on the way to the school cafeteria, he received the first installment of 100,000 private points transferred to him by Ichinose and Ryuen; as for Hirata, the points never arrived.

However, this was not unusual.

Staring at the message from Karuizawa on his phone, he let out a silent laugh.

Meanwhile, Hirata and Kushida, who were still lingering in the counseling room, were certainly not looking their best.

After the protagonist of the situation, Aoyama, left the counseling room, Ichinose and Ryuen's group had also departed shortly after.

With only the two of them left in the room, they picked up the phones they had placed on the table, intending to use the remaining time to gather their classmates via the class group chat and perhaps hold a class meeting.

Even if they didn't hold a meeting tonight, they could at least send a reminder in the group for everyone not to be late tomorrow.

"Hirata-kun, were we played by Aoyama?"

Outside of Hirata's line of sight, Kushida's expression was as fierce as a soul-devouring demon; the angelic persona she had maintained since enrollment had completely vanished.

Scrolling through the class group chat history, both of them discovered that while they were busy signing the contract, their classmate Karuizawa had already posted the exact same information they had just purchased in the group chat.

The class group was in an uproar, and quite a few classmates had already messaged them privately, asking if what Karuizawa said was true.

"I've heard Sato-san mention Karuizawa-san before; she is Aoyama-kun's childhood friend."

"Perhaps Aoyama-kun has his own reasons for this."

After a bitter laugh and accepting the fact that he would be penniless for the next few months, Hirata's "good guy" nature kept him from complaining too much.

After all this, the reputation went to Karuizawa, while the private points spent came out of their own pockets.

The justification for asking their classmates to split the cost of one million private points no longer existed.

"I suppose that's true." Noticing Hirata glancing at her, Kushida instantly shifted her expression, changing from fierce to helpless.

To maintain her angelic persona, she had to forcibly suppress the rage in her heart, even nodding along to the idea that Aoyama might have had his reasons.

"Aoyama Shiki, why don't you just die!"

After Hirata finished replying to his classmates' private messages, Kushida excused herself to the restroom.

Inside a vacant stall in the girls' bathroom, she began to curse Aoyama in a low voice.

She had provided the money, yet Karuizawa had walked away with all the credit and gratitude, leaving her with absolutely nothing.

And Karuizawa, that overbearing girl, was one of the top three girls she hated most—how could she not be furious?

"Go die a hundred times, you bastard!"

Thinking about how she had no choice but to transfer the points to Aoyama, Kushida kicked the toilet bowl hard while continuing to curse.

Approaching six o'clock, the student cafeteria was becoming increasingly crowded.

Watching Aoyama suddenly let out a strange, silent laugh, Kamuro shuddered. "What is it now? Why are you suddenly laughing so disgustingly?"

"I just remembered something funny."

With a thought, he closed the system panel, but Aoyama couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling up.

Just a moment ago, his "dirty money" points had increased by 100,000, reaching a total of 150,000.

He had finally saved up enough for his first ten-pull.

As expected, the payment received from selling useless information to Hirata and Kushida counted as dirty money.

"I'm going to have the most expensive thing on the menu."

"Ten servings? No problem. I've got plenty of private points, my dear." Feeling elated, Aoyama patted his chest to reassure Kamuro.

On the way to the cafeteria, he had generously offered to treat Kamuro to a meal for lending him the points.

"Ten servings? Do you think I'm a pig?" Kamuro curled her lip.

Looking at the high-spirited Aoyama, she didn't know why, but a faint sense of joy began to bubble up in her own heart.

She just didn't know what this bastard was laughing about.

Thinking back to Aoyama's evasive answer just now, her faint joy suddenly vanished.

Chapter 14: A Delightful Gacha

"See you tomorrow."

At the student dormitory elevator, after saying goodbye to Kamuro, who was getting off at her floor, Aoyama couldn't wait to get back to his own room.

The moment he entered, he locked the door, tossed his bag aside, and sat down in the chair at his desk.

Mentally calling up the system, an interface similar to the gacha games from ten years ago appeared, and the "10x Pull" button with its "Newcomer 90% Off" discount looked incredibly tempting.

The probability of getting a gold-tier item or ability was only 0.5%, while the next tier down, purple, was 9.5%.

A ten-pull guaranteed at least one purple, and one hundred pulls guaranteed at least one gold.

Give me some beginner's luck, System-bro.

Even if I don't get gold, give me more purples—don't give me that blue and white trash.

Pressing his hands together in prayer, Aoyama pressed the 10x pull button.

In an instant, the system interface was covered in thick fog, and ten face-down cards slowly became clear in the mist before flipping over one by one.

Blue light, blue light, white light, white light, white...

Hey, what are you doing?

System brother, no, System grandpa, I'll call you grandpa, is that not enough?

As the number of times the blue and white light appeared increased, the anticipation Aoyama felt for his first draw gradually faded.

It wasn't until the ninth card revealed a purple light that he felt a slight sense of relief; at least he didn't have to rely on the pity system right out of the gate.

Then, the moment the tenth card flipped over, a dazzling golden light seemed to blind Aoyama.

Sure enough, buttering up System grandpa was the right move.

Getting a gold pull on his first ten-pull, System grandpa still loved him after all.

[Rum's Eye: The ability of the Black Organization's number two; anything seen once will never be forgotten.]

After thanking the System for its favor, Aoyama immediately looked at the gold card.

An eidetic memory, huh? It could only be considered average among gold card rewards, but it was still a very useful ability, especially for someone like him whose memory was only mediocre.

From now on, even if he cut down on his study time, his grades wouldn't drop.

[Standard APTX4869: Consuming this carries a 99% chance of death by heart failure; those favored by destiny may experience rejuvenation.]

This purple card reward was useless for the time being, and in a conflict between students, this thing was impossible to use.

He wasn't a true villain; seeking wealth was one thing, but taking lives was out of the question.

[Stamina Potion: A staple for the Black Organization's operations division; accelerates physical recovery without side effects when fatigued.] X6

[M67 Delay Fragmentation Grenade: Art is an explosion!]

[Desert Eagle: Fire one shot, and you'll fall in love with it.]

Fall in love with it, my foot; I don't want to be a hardened criminal.

While grumbling, Aoyama organized the prizes he had drawn. As an intangible ability, Rum's Eye was the first one he extracted.

After grabbing a book to test it out, he concluded that anything produced by the System was guaranteed to be high quality.

As for physical items like the Standard APTX4869 and the Desert Eagle, he naturally left them in his System inventory for now.