Classroom of the Elite: I Only Want Your Rewards
Author: He Chuan
Synopsis:
Suzuki Toru was a transmigrator, and he also had a Wish Machine bound to him.
As long as he fulfilled any one of its wishes, he would receive a random reward. The more wishes he fulfilled, the more rewards he got!
However, some of these wishes seemed a little strange...
"I really want to be Miss Sakayanagi's dog!"
"Humiliate Karuizawa Kei in front of everyone!"
"Secretly threaten Sakura Airi: You wouldn't want everyone to find out you're an online idol, would you?"
"I want to see Kushida-chan put on a maid outfit with a look of utter disgust, then serve as a maid as if she were looking at garbage..."
First Semester of First Year
Chapter One: The Outsourced Player
A few minutes ago, he had hanged himself in front of Higuchi Madoka. The girl's expression had shifted from disbelief to extreme anguish.
No matter how hard she clenched her teeth, tears kept streaming down her face. Her trembling hands cupped his cheeks, but she could barely choke out half a sentence.
But it was already too late.
Suzuki Toru sat in a high school classroom, surrounded by the occasional burst of chatter.
He had died and come back to life once again. It seemed that the being in charge had been quite satisfied with his performance in the previous world.
Suzuki Toru remained silent as memories flashed through his mind one after another. At first, he had been crushed by a dump truck at a subway station on his way to work. Then he had transmigrated to a parallel world.
Not only had he become the producer of an idol group, but a Wish Machine had also become bound to his soul.
Yes, it could grant any wish... but this Wish Machine seemed a little strange.
It thought doing everything itself was exhausting, so it wanted to hire an outsourcer and delegate certain wishes.
As expected, Suzuki Toru, who had just died, became its target.
The two parties signed an employment contract in the spirit of equal cooperation. The Wish Machine would bring Suzuki Toru back to life, and in return, Suzuki Toru would personally help it fulfill certain wishes. There was no time limit, and he could quit whenever he wanted.
On top of that, Suzuki Toru would also receive a salary.
As long as he fulfilled any wish, he would immediately receive a random reward. It might be a cup of sleep-inducing tea, a Gundam, a packet of powerful cleaning powder, and so on.
All in all, the future looked bright.
As for what these wishes were...
[Hang yourself in front of Higuchi Madoka, and make her regret it for the rest of her life!]
Although he had no idea who had made this wish, Suzuki Toru had fulfilled it perfectly all the same.
First, he had gone out of his way to please Higuchi Madoka, doing everything he could to help her win championships and secure all kinds of opportunities. He had made the idol group an overnight sensation across all of Japan as soon as they debuted.
Unfortunately, he had also been forced to endure tremendous pressure and Higuchi Madoka's cold shoulder.
No matter what he did, Higuchi Madoka never responded. Eventually, after suffering from severe depression, he hanged himself in front of her.
That was what had just happened.
But Suzuki Toru didn't care about any of that. At present, he seemed to have transmigrated to another parallel world.
He just didn't know what kind of wishes awaited him here. Hopefully, they wouldn't be even more twisted and depraved than the last world's.
Just then, a tall male teacher walked into the classroom. He wore a suit, but his sturdy build was still apparent.
The noisy classroom fell silent in an instant. Suzuki Toru couldn't help looking up at the podium.
"My name is Mashima Tomoya. I'll be your homeroom teacher from now until you graduate."
Mashima Tomoya's gaze swept over the students. After the school's carefully prepared entrance exams, they had all met the standards for this year's Class A.
Unless something unexpected happened, the best students of this year would probably be in Class A.
"In an hour, the school will hold the entrance ceremony in the gymnasium. Before then, I'd like to explain what makes this school special. I'll begin with the basics..."
Thanks to Mashima Tomoya's explanation, Suzuki Toru finally figured out where he was.
Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School.
It was a special high school dedicated to cultivating exceptional talent. Students from all across the country gathered here, and the school aimed to develop people capable of succeeding anywhere in the world.
Thanks to government support, Advanced Nurturing High School had an almost one-hundred-percent rate of university admissions and employment.
In its public statements, the school claimed that as long as students graduated, it would arrange a school or job of their choice and guarantee them a good starting point in life.
It sounded like a scam, but with the government backing the school, hardly anyone dared to question it.
Not only that, Advanced Nurturing High School promised not to charge tuition or any special fees. It also covered all of its students' living expenses while they attended, so their parents wouldn't have to pay anything.
Even setting aside the guarantees of university admission and employment, free tuition alone was more than enough to attract plenty of applicants.
In addition, Advanced Nurturing High School was completely closed off and residential. Once admitted, students were forbidden from leaving campus or contacting the outside world.
With a campus spanning over 600,000 square meters, the school had a café, an electronics megastore, a barber shop, karaoke, and even a full-fledged commercial district. It could provide for most of the daily needs of both students and teachers.
Each grade was divided into four classes, from Class A to Class D. Each class had forty students, making a total of one hundred and sixty students per grade.
In other words, every year Advanced Nurturing High School had to arrange a school or job for around a hundred students. The first to take a hit would probably be the elite professionals outside.
You'd spent over a decade studying hard, and some kid could get into Tokyo University just by graduating from a lousy high school?
The grind-obsessed students were probably losing their minds.
Suzuki Toru assessed the school in his mind. Either it was a club for the children of the rich and powerful, or it was hiding some major secret.
But what kind of secret could a high school have?
Were they going to have a bunch of high schoolers solve Japan's worsening birthrate problem, like in some classic setup, where students were allowed to...
Suzuki Toru stopped that dangerous thought in time. He didn't want things to go that way.
"To better evaluate the students' overall abilities, our school has introduced the S System. It's already been installed on these integrated smartphone terminals, which also serve as your student IDs."
As he spoke, Mashima Tomoya began handing phones to the students in the front row.
"You can use them to access all the facilities on campus. However, you're prohibited from using them to send messages outside the school. The built-in monitoring system will intercept them and issue a warning."
Before long, Suzuki Toru received a phone too. It didn't look like anything special, probably just a custom model made for the school.
"At this school, you can only make purchases using the Private Points on this terminal. You can buy anything the school offers."
As he said this, Mashima Tomoya glanced at the students below.
Most of them were either curiously fiddling with their phones or paying close attention to him.
Only a few students caught Mashima Tomoya's eye.
One was a boy with a shiny bald head. A thoughtful look flickered across his face, clearly indicating that Mashima's words had caught his attention.
The other was a girl with short silver hair and a petite frame that made her seem younger than her age. She sat quietly at her desk, both hands gripping a slender cane, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. She, too, was watching how the others reacted.
Mashima Tomoya looked away, then said, "Now, open your Personal System and enter your student number and initial password. The school should have already issued this month's Private Points to you."
Suzuki Toru followed his instructions and opened the Personal System. He entered his student number and password, and a balance screen appeared at once.
[Private Points: 100000] [Class Points: 1000]
At the same time, his personal information appeared in the upper-right corner: his name and class.
Suzuki Toru, Class 1-A.
Chapter Two: I Really Want to Be Miss Sakayanagi's Dog
"Looks like you've all received the 100,000 Private Points issued by the school. I'd like to remind you that one Private Point is equivalent to one Yen. The school will issue Private Points to your phones on the first day of every month."
As his words fell, a number of surprised voices rang out across the classroom.
According to Mashima Tomoya, 100,000 Private Points were equivalent to 100,000 Yen?
Japan's average annual salary was only around four million Yen, yet this school had just given every student 100,000 Yen in one go.
That was certainly a surplus for a high school student—arguably a waste.
Suzuki Toru did the math in his head. There were one hundred and sixty students in each grade, and the whole school must have had four hundred and eighty students. That meant Advanced Nurturing High School had to hand out 48 million Yen every month, or five to six hundred million Yen a year.
Even a developed country couldn't burn through money like that. There was no way to explain why the school would give so much pocket money to a bunch of high schoolers.
Just then, someone raised his hand.
"May I ask, Mr. Mashima, are there any restrictions on how we use our Private Points?"
Suzuki Toru glanced over. The student had a very noticeable bald head, and a faintly grave air about him. His gaze was steady.
"This school evaluates students based on their abilities. You were admitted because of your respective potential and value. How you choose to use your points is up to you. The school won't interfere," Mashima Tomoya replied calmly, showing no change in expression.
Hearing that answer, even the calmest students couldn't help feeling a surge of excitement.
"Can we take the points off campus?" the bald student continued.
"The school will reclaim your Private Points after you graduate," Mashima Tomoya said unhurriedly. "Even if you want to save them, doing so over the next three years would be pointless. You'd be better off making good use of your Private Points while you can."
His tone changed slightly when he said, "making good use."
"Mr. Mashima, if Private Points are equivalent to Yen, what exactly are Class Points?"
It seemed someone had noticed the part Mashima Tomoya had been deliberately avoiding.
Suzuki Toru looked to his front right. A silver-haired girl sat there, with a flawless face and a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. Her short hair fell slightly onto her shoulders. Beneath her smooth, pale neck were delicate collarbones. He couldn't see any farther down, but her chest was small, and her frame was so petite that she could easily be mistaken for a middle schooler.
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