Enthusiastic Student Ayanokoji

(1. This is Dave's backyard, a place to store your brains. ps: You can take them back later; I hope everyone enjoys the read.)

(2. The protagonist of this work is a fusion of Ayanokoji Kiyotaka from the original light novels and a transmigrator from the real world. This arrangement is intended to make Ayanokoji a bit more gentle. Since the original Ayanokoji has many internal monologues, anime-only fans who cannot accept this should read with caution.)

(3. The author guarantees that every character will maintain their intelligence and that their actions will be logical. If there are any shortcomings in the writing, please bear with me. ps: Fan group, new book is already being serialized.)

April in Japan, cherry blossoms drifting down.

The entire island was wrapped in a soft veil.

The streets were as quiet and peaceful as any other day, with only a few sanitation workers sweeping the fallen cherry petals off the ground.

Before long.

An unremarkable bus drove in from the distance; looking from the outside in, one could see a uniform sea of red and green.

Following the direction the bus was heading, it was not hard for outsiders to guess that its destination was the only high school on this island—Advanced Nurturing High School.

As the largest and only government-run educational institution on this artificial island, the uniqueness of Advanced Nurturing goes without saying.

It occupies the largest land area on the island, with the school's coverage comparable to that of a small town.

Because it is a full boarding school, the campus is equipped with various facilities and institutions that basically meet all the students' living needs, including a hospital, large supermarkets, digital stores, cafes, karaoke, and more. The configuration is so complete and luxurious that it even exceeds the living conditions of ordinary residents on the island, which is why people often joke about whether the students here are going to study or to go on vacation.

What is even more staggering is that the school officially claims to have a 100% advancement and employment rate, and given its backing by the government, no one has questioned the authenticity of the data.

After all, the reports of large numbers of graduates from Advanced Nurturing pouring into the political, financial, and scientific circles every year cannot be faked.

Perhaps there is some exaggeration, but it is still a quite impressive achievement.

Rumble—

The bus engine continued to hum incessantly.

Flipping through the thick stack of freshman manuals in his hands, the young man sitting in the aisle seat next to the back door couldn't muster any energy.

He shifted his gaze toward the window, where the cherry blossoms scattered on the sidewalk firmly captured his attention, carrying his thoughts away to another world.

That's right, he is a transmigrator.

He didn't even know how he had inexplicably arrived in this world; everything felt so surreal.

Before coming to this world, he was an unremarkable sophomore in China, and the only notable thing about him was a painful romantic history etched into his mind.

The girlfriend he had been dating for seven years had actually told him to his face one day that she had fallen for his good buddy, and it had already reached the point of no return!

"I'm pregnant."

When he first heard these words, Ling Xiaolu had actually felt a bit happy, starting to imagine a beautiful life for the three of them in the future.

Only a moment later did he remember that he had never even "taken a shot," let alone entered the "penalty area"; he was still a pure, innocent boy to this day.

His girlfriend, who had never agreed to him once in seven years, had eagerly said "yes" on a night he wasn't around, just one week after meeting his brother...

After the truth was laid out, he felt the world spinning, his heart aching so much he couldn't speak.

The more one gives, the deeper the scars left behind.

So, after a bout of hysterical, solitary sobbing, he chose to go to a bar to drink his sorrows away.

After boasting that he would drink until he passed out, he began chugging alcohol recklessly, but he didn't even look cool for three seconds before running to the bathroom to vomit.

After throwing up, he lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, he had become someone else.

A Japanese high school student named Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

At first, he was stunned and panicked, but after fully absorbing Ayanokoji's memories, he felt even more shocked.

That a teenager who had just turned fifteen could possess such vast knowledge and a perfect physique superior to professional athletes was something he had never heard of.

And now, he is him; the ordinary person named Ling Xiaolu possesses everything of the peerless genius Ayanokoji...

How surreal this is.

Yet, this surprise was far from enough to heal the scars left by that relationship.

The bus slowly decelerated and stopped at a bus stop, while Ayanokoji remained immersed in the pain of his heartbreak.

A moment later, the doors opened, and an elderly woman with white hair, well into her seventies, stepped onto the bus with trembling steps.

After boarding, the old woman looked around, but finding no empty seats, she grabbed a handrail and stood in the middle of the bus.

Everyone on the bus remained indifferent, acting as if it were none of their business, except for one girl who stepped forward to express her concern.

A few seconds later, a soft voice came from the girl: "Would anyone be willing to give up their seat to this grandmother?"

The people on the bus cast their gazes toward her but ignored the request.

A moment later, the girl turned her attention to a blond man sitting in a priority seat.

"Um, excuse me, could you please give your seat to this grandmother?"

"This is a priority seat, and I think it's better to give priority to the elderly."

The blond man crossed his arms, a calm and composed smile on his face, never once looking at the girl from beginning to end.

A few seconds later, he slowly opened his mouth: "Give up my seat? Why? Just because I'm younger than him, I'm obligated to give up my seat? There's no law that mandates such an obligation, my beautiful young lady."

"Besides, standing consumes more energy than sitting. Why would I do something that is harmful and offers no benefit to me?"

The blonde man's voice was clear, firm, and possessed a distinct texture; every word made one feel his overflowing masculine hormones.

The rejected girl furrowed her brows, her expression troubled. After a moment of thought, she tried to persuade him again: "I feel that this contributes to society, and this elderly lady looks like she's in a lot of pain..."

"I have zero interest in contributing to society," the blonde man interrupted, "and furthermore, what about all those people sitting in the regular seats behind me?"

"I don't think it matters at all whether this is a priority seat or not."

As the man's clear voice faded, the girl was left speechless for a moment.

Indeed, this wasn't a question of whether a priority seat was being occupied.

The crux of the problem was that no one was willing to voluntarily give up their seat.

No one was willing to make a sacrifice; that was the heart of the issue.

The girl looked around the bus with a worried expression, but everyone was either focused on their own business or deliberately avoiding her gaze.

Just as she didn't know what to do, a noise came from near the rear doors.

She looked up.

She saw a young man in the seat by the back door slam a heavy fist onto the safety railing in front of him, producing a loud bang. At first glance, it looked as if a crack had appeared in the plastic of the railing.

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

The young man slowly stood up, muttering four words:

"You're all scum..."

His tone was mournful and resentful.

After saying this, he kept his head down and walked silently to the last row of the carriage, his hand covering his forehead, his face lowered to keep others from seeing his expression.

"Tha—"

The orange-haired girl was just about to thank him when she caught a glimpse of tears faintly streaming from the corner of the boy's eyes.

So, there were still kind-hearted people after all.

As she felt this emotion in her heart, she noticed the boy was wearing the same uniform as her.

A soft smile appeared on her face.

But then again.

The boy's reaction...

Wasn't it a bit extreme?

At this moment, Ayanokoji did not notice her gaze.

He leaned against the window, one hand covering his forehead. A moment later, his body trembled slightly, and he began to slurp ramen through his nostrils.

The reason he had come to the back row was that he was afraid of letting others see him crying; the area by the doors was simply too conspicuous.

He intended to have a good cry for his lost first love.

Scenes of the past flooded into his mind.

He could finally no longer control his emotions.

"Scum, I hope you all die a horrible death!"