Beginning

"Don't you think you should give up your seat to someone who needs it more?"

A middle-aged woman dressed in business attire was confronting a blonde man sitting in the priority seat.

"That's a truly crazy question, lady."

The man toyed with his blonde hair nonchalantly, not caring in the slightest:

"Why should I give up my seat to someone else? There's absolutely no reason to, is there?"

"Is that the attitude you take when speaking to your elders?"

The middle-aged woman looked a bit frazzled. Perhaps she had been bullied by her own boss for too long; seeing even an ordinary student dare to defy her made her lose her composure.

"If being old counts as being an elder, then lady, you certainly look the part."

The noise from their argument grew louder, startling the boy in the back corner awake.

"...Where am I... Wasn't I just at school for evening self-study?"

He stared at the scene before him, at once familiar and strange.

"Wait..."

He began to pat himself down, pulling an enrollment certificate and a smartphone from his pockets.

Upon seeing the school name on the enrollment certificate, he finally realized that he must have transmigrated!

He had arrived in the world known as "Classroom of the Elite."

But where was his Golden Finger? Where was the system? Where was the old master in a ring?

There was no battle aura reaching its peak... ahem, wrong story.

First, he could confirm that his transmigrated identity was Suzuki Tsubame, who had been assigned to Class D three days ago.

"A name I've never heard of."

In the reflection of the window, he saw a face that was once familiar. Although blurry, it still looked incredibly handsome, albeit with a slightly weary and gloomy expression.

Of course, in terms of pure handsomeness, the readers are still a bit stronger.

Transmigrated? Suzuki Tsubame quickly accepted the fact.

After all, in his spare time, he loved reading all kinds of fantasy novels, so his resistance to such supernatural phenomena was relatively high.

He was currently sitting on the left side of the back row of the bus, in the aisle seat.

In other words...

The person sitting to his left was the heroine of the original work. Suzuki Tsubame curiously tilted his head slightly to observe her.

Her waist-length hair was jet-black and lustrous, draped casually over her shoulders. Her deep, bright eyes, small and exquisite nose, and soft, pink cherry lips were gently pressed together.

She held a copy of Crime and Punishment in her hands, turning a deaf ear to the argument not far away, looking as if she were completely detached from the world outside her window.

What a standard, beautiful black-haired girl, Suzuki Tsubame couldn't help but think to himself.

Her beauty, even in the beauty-filled Class D of the original work, was unique.

Noticing Suzuki Tsubame's lingering gaze, Horikita Suzune turned her head to look at him.

Her silent gaze seemed to carry a hint of disdain, as if asking: Have you seen enough?

Suzuki Tsubame gave a sheepish smile and withdrew his gaze.

He was just purely curious about her; after all, in the original book, there weren't many girls who could surpass her in looks alone.

But where did Ayanokoji go? Suzuki Tsubame had just been paying attention, and that standard, poker-faced, middle-parted face was nowhere to be seen. Did he not get on the bus?

"The grandmother looks very troubled. Could I ask you to give up your seat? Just think of it as a contribution to society."

A girl in a school uniform stepped forward. She had short, light yellow hair and rose-red eyes, looking very cute. Her most distinctive feature was undoubtedly her two full, snowy mounds.

Suzuki Tsubame couldn't help but wonder why Kikyo was so thin yet so broad-minded.

Suzuki Tsubame's scrutinizing gaze drew attention from the side once again.

"...Hmph,"

Suzuki Tsubame was pulled back to reality by the sound. Horikita Suzune's expression remained cold, only more disdainful.

"Is this one a pretty girl? It seems my luck with the opposite sex is quite good today."

The man snapped his fingers and continued:

"Contribute to society? I'm not interested in that. As long as I'm satisfied, that's enough. Also, while I've become the target of criticism for sitting in the priority seat, is it really okay to ignore the others who are just sitting in their seats, minding their own business? I think if one truly has a heart for the elderly, one can give up their seat regardless of whether it's a priority seat or not."

[Ding! Quest System activated!]

His Golden Finger!

Although the expression on Suzuki Tsubame's face remained calm, his heart was surging with excitement. He was well-versed in the concept of a system, that exclusive benefit for transmigrators.

Countless protagonists had relied on their systems to marry beauties, become CEOs, and eventually reach the pinnacle of life...

"System, what functions do you have?" Suzuki Tsubame asked silently in his heart.

[Ding! This system will issue various tasks randomly during the host's daily life. Tasks are divided into two types: long-term tasks and time-limited tasks. Long-term tasks can provide rewards multiple times, and once activated, they will never disappear until they are completely finished. (Note: Only genuine help will yield rewards!)]

[Time-limited tasks generally have a very short duration. They will disappear once the time limit expires or after the host completes the task and the rewards are settled.]

[Rewards include, but are not limited to, physique, intelligence, as well as various skills and items. The strength of the reward depends on the host's completion rate, so please complete the tasks diligently.]

Suzuki Tsubame was overjoyed. He didn't need to worry about his academic ability, but his physique was indeed his weak point.

After all, the intensity of a top-tier high school... those who know, know.

Although he possessed foresight, it was limited to certain parts of the plot. If he were caught in the crossfire of the physical supremacy in the later stages of the school, or cornered by those guys from Class C, it would be over.

He had originally thought he would have to honestly follow Ayanokoji and live a hard life in Class D.

But now? Ayanokoji? More like Ayanokoji the younger brother! I don't eat beef!

"System, what tasks do you have right now?" Suzuki Tsubame asked inwardly.

[Long-term Tasks]

[Solitary Maiden: The girl mistakenly interprets aloofness as loneliness. Help Horikita Suzune.]

[Kind Mask: Fantasizing about attention and praise, yet malice consumes her first. Help Kushida Kikyo.]

[...]

[Time-limited Task: Tradition and Virtue. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a basic virtue for intelligent beings. Help the old lady find a seat. Time limit: 4:55]

Good grief, a whole string of tasks.

However, apart from the long-term tasks for the two girls and the one time-limited task, the others were still shrouded in black mist; they would likely only unlock after he met the individuals in person.

He could complete the time-limited task immediately, but how much of a reward could he get just by giving up a seat? Suzuki Tsubame couldn't help but ponder.

"Everyone, could you listen to me for a moment? Is there anyone willing to give up their seat to this grandmother? Anyone at all, please."

Kushida Kikyo looked at the surrounding passengers with hope. As her gaze swept over them, the young people nearby silently lowered their heads.

Perhaps this was the current state of Egg Country? Selfishness and indifference had long since seeped into the marrow; even for just a single seat, no one was willing to stand up.

"Um, please come this way... there's a seat over here..." Suzuki Tsubame raised his hand to signal the girl.

"That's great! Thank you." The girl beamed with joy and helped the grandmother walk toward Suzuki Tsubame.

Horikita was still reading her book, her expression carrying a hint of disdain.

She shallowly assumed that Suzuki Tsubame was just trying to hit on that busty girl.

"Let me help."

Suzuki Tsubame assisted the grandmother into his seat.

Amidst the grandmother's thanks, the system task was completed.

[Ding! Time-limited task completed. Reward: Physique +3. Personal Panel has been unlocked!]

"Open Personal Panel," Suzuki Tsubame chanted in his heart.

[Host: Suzuki Tsubame]

[Physique: 9] (Human limit is 10)

[Intelligence: 9]

[Skills: ...] (Basics not displayed)

The stats were quite high, but his physique had only been 6 before completing the task. Thinking back on his high school experience, it made sense; he had absolutely no time to exercise.

Suzuki Tsubame felt a warm sensation throughout his body. There was no discomfort at all, and the dizziness and headache caused by lack of sleep felt much better.

"That was a huge help. I'm Kushida Kikyo, a first-year freshman in Class D. You're also a freshman at Advanced Nurturing, right?"

Just as Suzuki Tsubame was lost in thought, Kushida Kikyo greeted him with a smile.

"Ah... yes, I'm Suzuki Tsubame, also in Class D."

Suzuki Tsubame said as he walked toward the middle of the bus.

After all, he no longer had a seat, and standing near the rear door would make it easier to get off later.