Xu Nuo

(Multi-heroine)

(All characters in this story are adults)

A woman with a cold expression, dressed in a professional teacher's office lady suit with a curvaceous figure, walked into the classroom.

Judging by her appearance.

She seemed like a composed and strict teacher.

She wasn't very old, looking to be about twenty-five or twenty-six, with her long, straight black hair tied into a neat high ponytail, paired with exquisite features.

She exuded both beauty and competence.

With every step she took, the flesh of her thighs, wrapped in black stockings, trembled slightly, making it hard for one's gaze to look away.

"New students, I am the homeroom teacher of Class D—"

"Sae Chabashira."

"I am usually in charge of the history department. Our school does not change class assignments every academic year. Therefore, for the three years until graduation, I will be your sole homeroom teacher."

Sae Chabashira's tone was very cold, and she spoke rapidly, giving almost no time for anyone to react.

"The entrance ceremony—"

"Will be held in the gymnasium in one hour."

"Also, the school's..."

After finishing her words.

Sae Chabashira scanned the students sitting below.

"It seems no one has any questions. Then, I wish you a wonderful school life." Leaving this behind, she walked out of the classroom with a cold face.

Seeing the teacher leave.

The classroom remained quiet, maintaining a silent atmosphere for a while before it suddenly erupted, with neighboring boys and girls quickly forming various small circles.

They began to chatter and discuss.

"Everyone, could you listen to me for a moment?"

Just then, a blond-haired boy radiating the gentle aura of a nice guy stood up.

"Starting today, we will be living together in the same class. If possible, I hope we can introduce ourselves one by one from the beginning... is that alright?"

"I am Yosuke Hirata..."

Yo.

It's Hirata, huh~

He looks so gentle; he surely wouldn't get into a fight, right?

In the second-to-last row.

A handsome youth rested his face on one hand, expressionlessly watching this person who had stepped forward.

His name is Xu Nuo, and he is a Transmigrator.

He had lived in this world for eighteen years, and it wasn't until a few months ago, when he received the acceptance letter from Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School, that he realized...

He.

Hadn't just transmigrated into an ordinary world!

Instead, he had arrived in Classroom of the Elite, that super-humorous intellectual battle series known as the "vocational school martial arts brawl."

Unfortunately.

After more than a decade, his memories were a bit blurry.

He had forgotten most of the plot, knowing only some key events and the nicknames of certain people.

For instance, this nice guy, Hirata.

Following that.

Feeling the subtle gazes of the girls around him.

Xu Nuo sighed, feeling a bit helpless, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Is this the trouble of having a 'modeled' face? There are just too many annoying girls here."

This was just a casual remark.

There was no malice intended.

After all, over these many years, relying on that excessively handsome face, he had been the center of attention wherever he went.

He was already used to it.

"..."

The muttering was very soft, almost inaudible, but he hadn't expected his seating position to be so unfortunate.

Or rather.

His seatmate was just a little too sharp-eared.

A cold, scrutinizing gaze, like winter sunlight, landed precisely on him from the side.

"Talking to yourself is a precursor to mental instability. If you head to the infirmary now, you might still make it to the opening ceremony."

Immediately following that.

A crisp, cold voice rang out, sounding like ice cubes clinking in a glass. It lacked any emotional fluctuation, serving merely as a simple statement.

"Oh?"

Xu Nuo was somewhat surprised, then slowly turned his head to look at the neighbor who had suddenly spoken to him.

What came into view.

Was an exquisite face that could be called a work of art.

Long black hair draped softly over her shoulders, with a braid carefully woven on one side, tied with a white ribbon and resting against her chest.

The most eye-catching feature.

Was her pair of slightly upturned reddish-purple eyes, shaped remarkably like the foxy eyes of legend.

At this moment.

Those eyes were staring straight at him without the slightest reservation.

The look in them clearly spelled out disdain, as if to say: 'Where did this narcissist come from?'

Horikita Suzune.

So it's her.

Xu Nuo realized with a start.

One of the two great beauties of Class D, a cold, aloof, and solitary honor student who only cared about following in her brother's footsteps.

She was even prettier than he remembered.

"What a surprise. I thought someone like you, a high-and-mighty flower, would have the rule 'do not communicate with foolish mortals' carved into your DNA."

Xu Nuo's tone was very flat, as if the narcissistic words from a moment ago hadn't come from his own mouth.

He even raised an eyebrow with great interest.

This composure.

Instead, it made Horikita Suzune frown, and the few words of "education" she had prepared got stuck in her throat.

This guy wasn't just narcissistic; his skin was shockingly thick.

She instinctively wanted to continue mocking him, but the moment their eyes met as she turned her head, she froze.

The reason was simple: it was purely because of this face.

This excessively handsome face.

Flawless.

Inexplicably, these four words popped up from the bottom of her heart.

In all fairness, Horikita Suzune considered herself someone who had always disdained such superficial things as appearance.

In her personal creed.

Ability was the only passport to everything; neither she nor her perfect brother had ever treated their looks as a capital for showing off.

But...

Reason was one thing, but visual impact was another.

The combination of this guy's features was too excessive, as if some game modeler had gotten drunk and piled every possible beauty stat to the max onto this face without reservation.

His skin was fair to the point of being cold, his brows and eyes were deep, his nose bridge was high, and the curve of his lips was just right.

The most lethal part was those pitch-black eyes.

They were like a whirlpool, so deep they could almost pull someone in, radiating a fatal attraction.

At this moment.

Xu Nuo lazily let out a yawn.

His expression was indifferent, completely unconcerned by her daze.

It was as if... he truly believed having this face was a matter of course, didn't feel there was anything to be proud of, and thought it was normal for her to be stunned.

Damn it!

This realization made Horikita Suzune nearly flush with heat, feeling even more annoyed than if she had been provoked by words.

Because.

Didn't that mean.

That the "troubles of a model-like face" that had made her inexplicably angry just now was, damn it, actually a fact!

Horikita Suzune's expression remained cold and unchanged, but beneath that exquisite face, this aloof girl felt a rare trace of irritation.

"Boring."

After squeezing these two words out through her teeth, Horikita Suzune abruptly turned her head toward the window, leaving Xu Nuo with a perfect profile that signaled a refusal to communicate.

However, the slight flush on her earlobes silently betrayed the lack of tranquility in her heart at this moment.

Xu Nuo shrugged, not bothering to make small talk.

At the same time.

The self-introductions led by Hirata were still ongoing, and it was about to be someone's turn.

"My name is Kushida Kikyo... I hope to become friends with everyone!"

Ah, it's the Two-Faced Emperor.

"I'm Ike Kanji, I like girls and hate handsome guys, I'm currently recruiting a girlfriend, please treat me well."

Oh, it's the best buddy of the Black Room's greatest masterpiece.

"Uh... um... I'm Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, I don't have any particular strengths, please treat me well..."

A Pseudo-Human, no comment.

By the time Ayanokoji finished his introduction and hurriedly sat down, Xu Nuo could already feel the gazes of his classmates.

The girls were no longer peeking.

They were staring openly.

"The student over there, could you trouble yourself for a moment?"

(Multiple heroines)

(All characters in this text are adults)

A woman with a cold expression, dressed in a professional teacher's office lady suit, with a curvaceous figure, walked into the classroom.

Judging by her appearance.

She seemed to be a composed and strict female teacher.

She wasn't very old, looking to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, with long, straight black hair tied into a neat high ponytail, paired with delicate features.

She exuded both beauty and capability.

With every step, the flesh of her thighs, wrapped in black stockings, trembled slightly, making it hard for one's gaze to look away.

"New students, I am the homeroom teacher of Class D--"

"Sae Chabashira."

"I am usually responsible for the history department, and our school does not change classes every academic year. Therefore, for the three years until graduation, I will be your sole homeroom teacher."

Sae Chabashira's tone was very cold, and she spoke quickly, giving almost no time for anyone to react.

"The entrance ceremony--"

"Will be held in the gymnasium in one hour."

"Also, the school's..."

After finishing her words.

Sae Chabashira scanned the students below the podium.

"It seems no one has any questions. Then, I wish you a wonderful school life." Dropping this sentence, she walked out of the classroom with a cold face.

Seeing the teacher leave.

The classroom remained very quiet, maintaining a silent atmosphere for quite a while before it suddenly erupted, with neighboring boys and girls quickly forming various small circles.

They began to chatter and discuss.

"Everyone, could you listen to me for a moment?"

Just then, a blond boy radiating the gentle aura of a nice guy stood up.

"Starting today, we will be living together in the same class. If possible, I hope we can start over and introduce ourselves one by one... is that okay?"

"I am Yosuke Hirata..."

Yo.

It's Hirata~

He looks so gentle, he surely wouldn't get into a fight, right?

In a seat in the second-to-last row.

A handsome youth rested his face on one hand, staring expressionlessly at this standout.

His name is Xu Nuo, and he is a Transmigrator.

He had already lived in this world for eighteen years, and it wasn't until a few months ago, when he received the acceptance letter from Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School, that he realized...

He.

Wasn't just an ordinary Transmigrator!

But had actually arrived in Classroom of the Elite, this super-humorous intellectual battle series known as the vocational school martial arts brawl.

What a pity.

Over a decade has passed, and my memories have grown a bit hazy.

I've forgotten most of the plot, remembering only a few key events and the nicknames of certain people.

Take this pushover Hirata, for example.

Then.

Feeling the faint, lingering gazes of the girls around him.

Xu Nuo sighed, feeling a touch of helplessness, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Is this the trouble of having a face like a character model? There are just too many annoying girls."

It was just a casual complaint.

There was no real malice behind it.

After all, over these many years, thanks to that excessively handsome face, he had been the center of attention everywhere he went.

He was long used to it.

"..."

The sound of his grumbling was very soft, almost imperceptible, yet he hadn't realized he was sitting in quite the wrong spot.

Or rather.

His seatmate was just a bit too sharp-eared and observant.

A cold, scrutinizing gaze, like sunlight in the dead of winter, landed precisely on him from the side.

"Talking to yourself is a precursor to mental instability. If you go to the infirmary now, you might still make it to the opening ceremony."

Immediately following that.

A crisp, cold voice rang out, sounding like ice cubes clinking in a glass, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, just a simple statement of fact.

"Oh?"

Xu Nuo was somewhat surprised, then slowly turned his head to look at the seatmate who had suddenly spoken to him.

What came into view.

Was an exquisite face that could be called a work of art.

Long black hair draped softly over her shoulders, with a braid carefully woven on one side, tied with a white ribbon and hanging over her chest.

The most striking feature.

Were her slightly upturned reddish-purple eyes, shaped remarkably like the fabled fox eyes.

At this moment.

Those eyes were staring straight at him without the slightest avoidance.

The look in them clearly spelled out disdain, as if to say: 'Where did this narcissist come from?'

Horikita Suzune.

So it's her.

Xu Nuo realized.

One of the two great beauties of Class D, the aloof, antisocial honor student who only wanted to follow in her brother's footsteps.

She was even prettier than in his memories.

"What a surprise. I thought someone like you, the 'high-mountain flower' type, would have the rule 'do not communicate with foolish mortals' engraved in your DNA."

Xu Nuo's tone was very flat, as if those narcissistic words from a moment ago hadn't come from his own mouth.

He even raised an eyebrow with great interest.

This composure.

Instead, it made Horikita Suzune frown, and the few lines of "education" she had prepared got stuck in her throat.

This guy wasn't just narcissistic; his skin was shockingly thick.

She instinctively wanted to continue with a sarcastic remark, but the moment she turned her head and their eyes met, she froze.

The reason was simple: it was purely because of this face.

This excessively good-looking face.

Flawless.

Inexplicably, these four words popped up from the bottom of her heart.

In all fairness, Horikita Suzune considered herself someone who had always disdained such superficial things as appearance.

In her personal creed.

Ability was the only passport to everything; neither she nor her perfect older brother had ever treated their looks as a capital for showing off.

But...

Reason was one thing, but visual impact was another matter entirely.

The features on this guy's face were put together in an excessive way, as if some game modeler had gotten drunk and piled every possible aesthetic value to the max onto this face without a shred of restraint.

His skin was so fair it was almost cold, his brows and eyes were deep-set with a high bridge of the nose, and the curve of his lips was just right.

The most lethal part of all was those pitch-black eyes.

They were like a vortex, so profound they could make a person sink right in, radiating a fatal attraction.

At this moment.

Xu Nuo let out a lazy yawn.

His expression was indifferent, completely unbothered by her daze.

It was as if... he truly believed that possessing this face was a matter of course, not feeling that there was anything worth being proud of, and that her being stunned by it was only natural.

Damn it!

This realization made Horikita Suzune nearly flush red, feeling even more annoyed than if she had been provoked with words.

Because.

Didn't that just mean.

That "troubles of a modeled face" comment from earlier, which had inexplicably infuriated her, was actually the damn truth!

Horikita Suzune's expression remained that icy mask, without the slightest change, but beneath that exquisite face, this aloof girl felt a rare trace of irritation.

"Boring."

After squeezing these two words through her teeth, Horikita Suzune abruptly turned her head toward the window, leaving Xu Nuo with a perfect profile that refused any further interaction.

Only the slightly reddened earlobes silently betrayed the lack of calm in her heart at this moment.

Xu Nuo shrugged, not bothering to make small talk.

At the same time.

The self-introductions in class, led by Hirata, were still continuing, and it would soon be someone's turn.

"My name is Kushida Kikyo... I hope to become friends with everyone!"

Ah, the Two-Faced Emperor.

"I'm Ike Kanji, I like girls and hate handsome guys, currently recruiting a girlfriend, please treat me well."

Ho, the good buddy of the Black Room's greatest masterpiece.

"Uh... um... I'm Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, I don't have any particular talents, please treat me well..."

The Pseudo-Human, no comment.

When Ayanokoji finished his introduction and hurriedly took his seat, Xu Nuo could already feel the gazes of his classmates.

The girls were no longer peeking.

They were looking openly.

"The student over there, could you please help me out?"