Ling Yin Also Has a Girlish Side

"Hoshinomiya-sensei, what is this?" Someone looked at the large letters A, B, C, and D on the blackboard, looking confused.

Hoshinomiya leaned drunkenly against the blackboard: "This is the S System, which represents the Class Points for each class."

Everyone's eyes refocused on the Class Points of the various classes.

Class A: 940cp

Class B: 700cp

Class C: 470cp

Class D: 0cp

"Huh? How can there be a class with zero points?"

The first thing everyone cared about wasn't their own points, but the zero for Class D. It wasn't that they didn't care about their own, but the giant zero next to Class D was simply too conspicuous.

"Um, excuse me..." Ichinose raised her right hand and asked: "What are these Class Points used for? And how are they calculated?"

Horikita Etsuka also looked toward Hoshinomiya; this was the question he wanted to ask as well.

"Class Points are related to the Private Points on your Student Terminal. Each Class Point represents 100 of your Private Points. As for how they are specifically calculated, it's just like a personnel evaluation in real life—I cannot disclose that."

"So that's how it is." Ichinose nodded thoughtfully.

"There is one more thing. If our Class Points exceed those of Class A, we will be promoted to Class A. Conversely, if others surpass us, we will drop to a lower class."

That single sentence shocked everyone in the classroom.

As for Horikita Etsuka, he now completely understood the school's primary objective.

[A promotion and expulsion system. Is the goal for the entire grade level just one thing: to be promoted to Class A?]

"And also..." Hoshinomiya mumbled, wanting to say something else, but her steps were unsteady and she swayed, as if she were about to collapse the next second.

"Sensei, please sit in my chair." One student couldn't bear to watch any longer and placed their chair on the podium.

"Ah, thank you so much." After Hoshinomiya sat down on the chair, she finally steadied herself and continued:

"There are only a few weeks left until the next midterm exam. Students must study hard and maintain your current standards, because you can earn up to 100 Class Points based on your grades next time."

"100 Class Points?"

"Whoa! Doesn't that mean everyone could get 10,000 Private Points?"

"Hmm... although it's very little for one person, the total amount for the whole class would be quite substantial."

"Alright, let's all study hard together!"

Everyone was full of fighting spirit. Hamaguchi Tetsuya pushed up his glasses, turned his head, and said to Horikita Etsuka with a smile: "Everyone's spirits are really high."

"That's right. After all, the overall atmosphere in our class is quite good," Horikita Etsuka replied.

"And also..." Hoshinomiya on the podium shook her dizzy head, seemingly wanting to continue.

"Hoshinomiya-sensei, can you just say it all at once? Being so jumpy is really scary!"

"Sensei, don't drink so much alcohol before class next time!"

"Oh my, I know, I know." Hoshinomiya puffed out her cheeks: "I won't drink so much next time, okay?"

"But Sensei, what were you going to say?" Amikura Mai asked in confusion.

Hoshinomiya's expression gradually became serious, and she said word by word:

"For the next midterm exam, I hope none of you fail, because if you fail, you will be forcibly expelled by the school."

"What?!"

"Forcibly expelled?"

The whole class erupted.

Just failing a subject would lead to forced expulsion; they had never experienced anything like this before, so most of them looked completely bewildered.

Himeno Yuki looked at Horikita Etsuka, whose expression hadn't changed at all: "Horikita, you don't look shocked."

Horikita Etsuka rested his chin on his hand and turned his head to answer:

"That's right, because this school is a meritocracy. Himeno, haven't you realized it yet? Everything the school does is just to cultivate one class."

"This..."

Horikita Etsuka continued:

"The vast difference in the quality of uniforms between Class A and Class D, the advantages of the geographical environment, the various attitudes of the teachers, the humiliation of lower classes by upper classes—all of these indicate that meritocracy is the theme of this school."

Himeno Yuki was stunned by his words. She looked into Horikita Etsuka's eyes as if she were seeing this boy for the first time.

The night was slightly chilly under the bright streetlights.

Horikita Etsuka carried his bag over one shoulder, a lollipop given to him by Himeno Yuki in his mouth, walking alone on the path back to the dormitory.

Ding-dong.

A notification sound from his Student Terminal rang out.

He had just taken out his Student Terminal to check the message when a call came in the next second.

The contact name was only a few characters long—the older sister preparing to hold me accountable.

Horikita Etsuka tapped to answer, and Horikita Suzune's voice came through immediately: "Etsuka, why haven't you replied to my message yet?"

I haven't even looked at my messages in the last few seconds...

Horikita Etsuka said aloud, however: "Sis, I was just about to reply. How about I hang up on you now and then send that message?"

"You can try hanging up if you want."

"Cough, cough, I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. Just joking, what can I do for you, Sis?"

"I wanted to ask..." Suzune paused for a moment: "Never mind, I don't want to say it right now."

"Sis... so what now?"

"Come to my room right now," Horikita Suzune said in a commanding tone.

"Cough, cough, is that really necessary, Sis?" Horikita Etsuka instantly recalled scenes from his childhood of having his ears pulled and his soft skin pinched; he couldn't help but shiver.

"Five minutes." After saying that, Suzune hung up the phone directly.

Beep, beep, beep...

Listening to the busy signal of the disconnected call, Horikita Etsuka wore a look of helplessness. He had been suppressed by his older sister since he was a child; it wasn't that he hadn't thought about rebelling, but every time, he would inexplicably end up backing down.

It's most likely about Sudo...

With no other choice, Horikita Etsuka had to quicken his pace toward the 24-hour convenience store.

Before long, Horikita Suzune's door was knocked upon, and as soon as Suzune opened it, she saw Horikita Etsuka standing there holding two bottles of drinks and some snacks.

Horikita Etsuka poked his head in, lifting the plastic bag in his hand: "Sis, these are offerings for you."

Horikita Suzune nodded, only then opening the door fully to let Horikita Etsuka inside.

Horikita Etsuka let out a long sigh of relief.

As expected, it's a good thing strawberry juice is here to protect me.

Horikita Etsuka didn't doubt for a second that if he hadn't brought something his sister liked to drink, she would have grabbed him by the ear and dragged him into the room without hesitation.

Don't let Horikita Suzune's serious, rigid, and formal appearance fool you; only Horikita Etsuka, as her family, knew that his older sister also had a girlish side.

It wasn't just her love for strawberry-flavored drinks; she also liked to wear somewhat childish pajamas—like the Pikachu ones she was wearing now. Of course, she didn't usually wear them, but Suzune had only let her guard down because she knew it was Etsuka coming over.

"Sis, one of your Pikachu ears is flopped over."

Horikita Etsuka tapped the cartoon ear on the hood of Suzune's pajamas with interest, attempting to change the subject.

Horikita Suzune crossed her arms over her chest, looking at Etsuka with a serious expression: "Etsuka, don't change the subject."

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