Classroom of the Elite, Oh No, I've Become a Stand-in

Classroom of the Elite: Oh No, I've Become a Stand-in. Author: AAA Land of Light Prop Wholesale

[Harem]

"Is this you?"

"No."

"Fair enough, back then, you were still quite thin..."

"Look," Mikage Touji grabbed the photo and compared it, saying, "I told you, that's not me..."

Ayanokouji Atsuomi waved his hand dismissively: "This is definitely you!"

"Are you incapable of understanding human speech?" Mikage Touji slapped the photo back onto the table and pointed at it: "How could I possibly be that gloomy guy in the picture!"

"Spare me these useless excuses. Kiyotaka, do you really think that by changing your name and getting plastic surgery, you can escape my control?"

Mikage Touji slowly typed out a: "?"

"Your enrollment documents are entirely forged; not a single person can prove you ever existed. Furthermore, the timing of your appearance perfectly matches the time and place of Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's disappearance. And you still claim you aren't Ayanokouji Kiyotaka?"

"Pfft..." It turns out that when a person is truly speechless, they really will laugh.

"If you're looking for trouble, turn left and head to the police station. Besides..." Mikage Touji spread his hands helplessly, "You're looking for Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, what does that have to do with me, Mikage Touji?"

Volume: Volume 1 Advanced Nurturing High School

Chapter 1 Your Name

Why do I still have to go to school after transmigrating!

In front of the bus stop, Mikage Touji sighed up at the sky.

Transmigration was one thing, but the System-chan that everyone else gets had run off, leaving behind nothing but an acceptance letter.

And for some reason, Mikage Touji couldn't help but feel that it had been in quite a panic when it fled...

Staring at the bolded "Advanced Nurturing High School" at the final stop, Mikage Touji lowered his head to reality.

There was no helping it; he was a stranger in a strange land, and the little money he had wouldn't last more than a few days. If he didn't go, he'd be reduced to begging.

Setting aside the "100% advancement and employment rate" that sounded suspiciously like a recruitment scam, the fact that it provided room and board was still quite appealing.

The bus pulled into the stop, and the doors opened slowly.

Mikage Touji boarded and scanned the carriage, his gaze landing on the only empty seat.

Thank goodness.

He wouldn't have to stand all the way to Advanced Nurturing High School, and maybe he could even lean against the window and catch a nap.

Immediately, he dragged his legs toward the empty seat.

Just then, a red figure glided lightly past him, carrying a faint scent of peaches, and snatched the seat he had been longing for a step ahead of him.

The gentle smile that had just appeared on Mikage Touji's face froze instantly.

The girl turned to look at him, bowed slightly, and spoke in a flat tone:

"According to the principle of first-come, first-served, the right to use this seat now belongs to me. If you want a seat, please look elsewhere."

This composed tone and this self-righteous attitude left Mikage Touji petrified on the spot.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of irritation rising within him.

Don't be angry, don't be angry. Mikage Touji, you are a transmigrator. It's just a seat, be magnanimous, don't embarrass your fellow transmigrators...

But it's so infuriating!

There was nothing actually wrong with what she said, but that self-righteous attitude...

In two words: infuriating!

Fortunately, it didn't last long; a passenger behind the empty seat got off, and another seat opened up.

Exhaling slowly, Mikage Touji sat down and looked out the window.

The weather was perfect, the sun was climbing the branches, and the sunlight was spilling down, yet his heart was filled with lingering gloom.

Because the girl's reflection was cast on the window glass!

Deep blue hair, two braids resting in front of her, wearing the same burgundy Advanced Nurturing High School uniform as him, with a pink lining, looking out the window with an expressionless face, wondering what she was thinking...

The more Mikage Touji looked, the angrier he got. Finally, he shoved the window glass open with a clatter and turned his head toward the inside of the bus.

I'm not looking anymore, the more I look, the angrier I get!

As the bus moved forward, the carriage gradually became crowded.

Office workers, housewives, students wearing the same Advanced Nurturing High School uniform, and... an elderly woman carrying a vegetable basket, clearly over sixty, swaying with the movement of the bus.

That shaky, trembling motion...

Grandma, you shouldn't be out buying groceries at your age.

Mikage Touji sighed slightly, his peripheral vision sweeping across the carriage: people playing on their phones, reading books, processing documents... everyone was busy with their own affairs.

If something happened and he didn't intervene, it would be very troublesome.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly rose to his feet...

At the same time, from the perspective of Mikage Touji, the girl stood up at almost the exact same moment, leaving her seat. Her deep blue hair swayed slightly in the air, and the pleats of her school uniform skirt fluttered as she rose...

In that instant, Mikage Touji made a decision purely out of instinct!

With lightning speed, he stood up, took a step, and swung his leg, completing the motion in one fluid movement to sit firmly in the girl's seat.

"Please--"

"Please come over to my side."

Mikage Touji raised his hand and called out first, his cheerful voice echoing throughout the carriage.

The girl turned her head, only to realize that in that brief moment, her seat had been snatched away, leaving the seat behind it empty instead.

The elderly woman carrying groceries walked toward them, smiling as she thanked them both: "Thank you, thank you..."

Mikage Touji replied happily: "Don't mention it, just thank this person here."

He turned to the girl and gave her a thumbs-up: "Classmate, the usage rights for this seat now belong to me; the one behind is yours."

"..."

What greeted him was neither angry embarrassment nor a blushing face, but a pair of unblinking, wide eyes.

The girl didn't speak, just stared at him silently.

Mikage Touji's thumb remained suspended in mid-air. In the standoff, he could clearly see his own reflection in the girl's blue-violet pupils.

A strange atmosphere spread between the two of them.

At first, Mikage Touji enjoyed the thrill of revenge, but slowly, he felt that something was wrong.

"..."

This gaze... it reminded him of that old-fashioned wall clock from his childhood that he had dismantled, the one that would go "dong-dong" when the hour struck.

It was pure curiosity and inquiry, as if she wanted to take him apart to see what was inside.

"Morishita Ran." The girl spoke softly.

Mikage Touji was a bit confused. "What does that mean?"

"My name is Morishita Ran. Please tell me your name."

"What for? Trying to doxx me?" Mikage Touji crossed his arms in a defensive posture. "A bet is a bet, you know."

"Name?"

"..."

Mikage Touji really wanted to tell her that his name was actually Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior, but he was afraid this girl might dismantle him on the spot.

Morishita Ran didn't get a response, but she wasn't discouraged; she just kept staring at him.

Time passed bit by bit as the bus moved forward.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "In the back," he said, pointing to his original seat, "the old lady will be getting off soon, you can go sit there."

People buying groceries usually don't go to a market too far away, especially an old woman carrying so many things.

Two stops later, the old woman got off.

The girl named Morishita Ran sat in Mikage Touji's original seat, resting her chin on her hand and looking out through the window glass.

Mikage Touji pretended nothing had happened and took out his phone to browse for information, but in reality, he felt completely uneasy, as if ants were crawling all over him.

Not long after, the bus arrived at its destination.

Mikage Touji silently accelerated his pace toward the school, but unfortunately, he was blocked by Morishita Ran after only two steps.

"Isn't that a bit much?" Mikage Touji said helplessly. "I only took your seat."

"Please tell me your name." Morishita Ran reiterated, her tone completely unaffected; she seemed even more cheerful than she had been on the bus.

Mikage Touji had a massive headache. While looking for an escape route, he tried to divert the girl's attention. "You answer my question first, and depending on the situation, I'll consider whether or not to tell you."

"Go ahead, I have been waiting for a long time." Morishita Ran nodded.

"Why did you give up your seat at the beginning?" Judging by her behavior just now, she was definitely not the type of person who cared about the opinions of others.

"Because I had snatched your seat at the time, I felt a little happy, so I decided to generously leave the spoils to her." A trace of satisfaction flashed across Morishita Ran's face.

So you knew you snatched my seat! And yet you still had the nerve to tell me to walk away?

This was the first time Mikage Touji had ever met a girl with such a bizarre train of thought.

"Your name."

"I'm not telling you!" Mikage Touji turned and walked away—no, he turned and ran!

He could see it now; this girl was different. She was unfathomable and gave people a strange feeling. If he told her his name, his high school life would definitely become very troublesome.

Twenty minutes later...

Mikage Touji hummed an unknown tune as he arrived at his classroom.

Inside the classroom, nameplates with the students' names were placed on the brand-new desks to inform them of their assigned seats in advance.

Aha, let me see, my king—

The pitch of the little tune dropped, grew softer, and eventually faded into nothingness...

Mikage Touji watched in silence as Morishita Ran stood with her hands on her hips, flashing a victory sign at him.

Mikage Touji, Class A of the first year, seat in the second-to-last row by the window.

Morishita Ran, Class A of the first year, seat in the last row by the window.

What a disaster!

Mikage Touji sat at his desk, lost in a daze.

Something was poking at his back repeatedly; it was likely a pen or something similar.

He ignored it, thinking it would stop once Morishita Ran got bored... but would she really get bored?

For a moment, Mikage Touji actually began to lose confidence.

At the podium, a man dressed in a crisp suit with a composed expression was lecturing on the school's rules, while the name "Mashima Tomoya" was written in large characters on the blackboard behind him.

To think a man like this was actually an English teacher...

Aren't English teachers supposed to be beautiful women who are great at makeup, never wear the same outfit twice, and walk at the forefront of the fashion world?

Gazing at the burly man speaking eloquently on the podium, Mikage Touji felt a deep sense of disappointment.

"Those are the general precautions for students at Kouiku, and you will gradually come into contact with the rest later on."

"If you still have questions regarding this part, you may consult the Enrollment Handbook that was just distributed to you."

"Now, please turn on the mobile phones you were just given and log into your accounts. 100,000 personal points should have already been deposited. If your points have not arrived, please raise your hand and report it to me immediately."