A Hundred Flowers Blooming in Self-Introductions

Rude, reckless, impolite, an idiot...

In an instant, every adjective one could think of to describe a delinquent was immediately heaped upon the head of that Red-Haired Boy.

Moreover, he had publicly caused Yosuke Hirata, who was subtly becoming the class's central figure, to lose face.

"Who is this guy? What's he acting so smug for?! As if any of us are dying to hear his self-introduction!"

"Exactly, exactly! Treating kindness like a donkey's lung—why on earth was someone like him placed in our class?!"

The classroom was soon filled with verbal attacks against the boy. Unexpectedly, however, the person involved, Yosuke Hirata, did not show any signs of displeasure despite being humiliated.

Instead, he took the initiative to speak up and excuse him:

"Everyone, please don't argue. I think that classmate is probably just not used to the new environment yet. It will be much better once we get to know each other. After all, we are companions, aren't we, everyone?!"

Seeing that Yosuke Hirata had said as much, the others found it difficult to continue venting their anger and could only calm down, following his lead.

However, what could not be changed was that their first impression of that rude idiot had already plummeted to the absolute bottom.

After the minor interlude, everyone's self-introductions proceeded in an orderly fashion.

"My name is Haruki Yamauchi. In elementary school, I made it to the national tournament for table tennis, and in middle school, I was the ace pitcher for the baseball club, jersey number four! But I got injured during the high school league, so I'm still in rehab. Please take care of me~"

Haruki Yamauchi was a boy who looked quite frivolous. He spoke of his past achievements as if no one else was there, but...

Why would a middle schooler be participating in a high school league?

Combined with the stereotype this guy gave off, Katsuya Shinjo immediately realized that, aside from his name, the rest of what he said was likely just bragging.

"Next is me!"

A voice full of energy rang out; it was the girl who had helped the elderly woman on the bus this morning.

"My name is Kikyo Kushida. Since no middle school classmates of mine entered this school, I'm all alone. Therefore, I hope to quickly memorize everyone's faces and names and become friends."

"I love making friends, so I hope everyone will exchange contact information with me after their self-introductions! My dream is to become friends with everyone!"

The energetic girl's self-introduction ended there. With her sweet looks, cute voice, and innocent dream, such a person naturally became yet another focus of the class.

Once the dust settled, Yosuke Hirata took the initiative to walk over to the side of the yellow-haired boy who had been part of the group that didn't give up their seats this morning:

"It's your turn next, classmate. Could you give us a self-introduction?"

Because the other person had been busy grooming his hair with a comb and a small mirror, Yosuke Hirata wasn't sure about this person's temper or habits.

Fortunately, the guy wasn't a hot-headed person. He simply opened his eyes slightly, struck an exaggerated pose, and responded:

"Very well. My name is Rokusuke Koenji, the only son of the Koenji Conglomerate, a man destined to shoulder the burden of Japanese society sooner or later. I look forward to working with you, young ladies~"

The Koenji Conglomerate—this resounding name was known to everyone in Sakura Island.

As the young master of the conglomerate, Rokusuke Koenji possessed wealth and power beyond what others could imagine. However, the girls in the class didn't seem to look at him with sparkling eyes; instead, they felt that the boy in front of them was a weirdo.

Even Yosuke Hirata couldn't help but twitch his eye. Just as he was about to say something, Rokusuke Koenji added:

"Also, if anyone commits an act that makes me feel unpleasant, I will punish them without mercy... You all should keep that in mind."

"Koenji-san, what you said... what do you mean by that?"

"Ha! I hate ugly things the most. If I put it that way, even with your intelligence, you should be able to understand, right?"

Understand, my foot!

Who knows what "ugly" means in the mouth of a bizarre guy like you?

Is it looks, personality, or something else entirely?!

Although Katsuya Shinjo had dealt with Rokusuke Koenji quite a few times, the only conclusion he could reach was that this Rokusuke Koenji was definitely a lunatic!

This person seemed to have a unique scoring system for beauty and ugliness, which had invisibly caused him a lot of unnecessary trouble in the past.

"Ah, I see. I will be careful. Thank you for your self-introduction."

As expected of Yosuke Hirata, even though he didn't understand, he still nodded politely at Rokusuke Koenji and then walked over to Katsuya Shinjo's side.

"Classmate, it's your turn next."

Having witnessed so many eccentric classmates in a row, even Yosuke Hirata couldn't help but have a headache. Now, he could only pray that there wouldn't be any more freaks among the remaining students.

Fortunately, Katsuya Shinjo was still a normal person. (Really?)

"Okay. My name is Katsuya Shinjo. In my spare time, I like listening to music and reading novels, and I love all kinds of sweets the most. I hope to become good friends with everyone in the class and study and live together!"

"That's great, Shinjo-san! Thank you for your self-introduction!"

Yosuke Hirata breathed a sigh of relief. If only everyone could be as worry-free as Katsuya Shinjo.

And Katsuya Shinjo, having just finished his self-introduction, once again felt an unnatural gaze... In an instant, goosebumps crawled all over his body.

That perverted Flying Fish Head sitting in the dark corner was looking at him with a gaze that was hard to describe.

Although the other party was merely expressing envy that he could make a normal self-introduction so easily, in Katsuya Shinjo's eyes at this moment, this guy was definitely gay!!

And for some reason, he had specifically set his sights on him!

While Katsuya Shinjo was caught in a brainstorm, that gloomy boy finally began his stuttering self-introduction:

"Um, my name is Ayanokoji... Kiyotaka... ah... I don't have anything I'm good at... please take care of me... ah... that's it..."

If you were to say he was socially anxious, his tone, so calm that not a single ripple of emotion could be detected, suggested he was neither nervous nor afraid.

If you were to say he wasn't socially anxious, it was hard to imagine a normal high school boy giving such a strange self-introduction.

Could it be that he was naturally untalented with language?

Of course not!

Katsuya Shinjo was certain that this guy definitely had issues!

Regardless of what others thought, in his eyes, this boy named Ayanokoji was definitely the repressed type! By using his inherent condition to attract the attention of others, combined with his icy tone and "stay away" aura, he was surely attracting lively and cheerful boys!

In the dead of night, a pitiful Ayanokoji nestled into the arms of the sunny and handsome Hirata:

"Yosuke... I'm so scared..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Having imagined it to this extent, Katsuya suddenly saw the light; could it be that this cunning Ayanokoji had actually been interested in Hirata the whole time?!