Classroom of the Elite, I Only Want Your Rewards

Classroom of the Elite: I Only Want Your Rewards

Author: He Chuan

Introduction:

Suzuki Toru is a transmigrator who has also been bound to a wish-granting machine.

As long as he fulfills any one of its wishes, he can obtain a random reward. The more wishes he fulfills, the more rewards he gets!

However, these wishes seem a bit strange?

"I really want to be Sakayanagi-san's dog!"

"Right in front of everyone, bully Karuizawa Kei mercilessly!"

"Secretly threaten Sakura Airi: You wouldn't want everyone to know you're an internet idol, would you?"

"I want to see Kushida-chan wearing a maid outfit with a look of utter disgust, then serving me like I'm trash..."

First Year, First Semester

Chapter 1: Outsourced Contractor

A few minutes ago, he committed suicide by hanging right in front of Higuchi Madoka, watching the girl's expression shift from disbelief to extreme distortion and agony.

No matter how hard she gritted her teeth, tears kept streaming down her face. Her trembling hands cupped his face, and she was sobbing so hard she couldn't even get half a sentence out.

However, it was all too late.

Suzuki Toru sat in a high school classroom, surrounded by the intermittent sounds of a noisy crowd.

Another death and rebirth; it seemed He was quite satisfied with his performance in the previous world.

Suzuki Toru remained silent as memories flashed through his mind. He had originally been struck and killed by a truck on his way to work at a subway station, only to transmigrate into a parallel world.

Not only did he become a producer for an idol group, but his soul was also bound to a wish-granting machine.

Well, the kind that could grant any wish... but this wish-granting machine seemed a bit strange.

It felt that doing all the work itself was too tiring, so it wanted to find an outsourced contractor to handle certain wishes.

Thus, unsurprisingly, the recently deceased Suzuki Toru became its target.

The two parties signed an employment contract based on the principle of equal cooperation. The wish-granting machine allowed Suzuki Toru to live, and in exchange, Suzuki Toru had to personally help it fulfill certain wishes. There was no time limit, and Suzuki Toru could quit at any time.

Additionally, Suzuki Toru received a salary.

As long as he could fulfill any wish, he would immediately receive a random reward—perhaps a cup of sedative tea, a Gundam, a pack of heavy-duty cleaner, and so on.

In short, the future looked promising.

As for the content of these wishes...

[Commit suicide by hanging in front of Higuchi Madoka, leaving her with lifelong regrets!]

Although he didn't know who had made such a wish, Suzuki Toru had still fulfilled it perfectly.

He had first fawned over Higuchi Madoka in every way possible, doing his utmost to help her win championships and secure various resources, making the idol group an instant supernova across Japan the moment they debuted.

Regrettably, he had to endure immense pressure and the cold, silent abuse from Higuchi Madoka.

No matter what he did, he received no response from her. Eventually, due to severe depression, he finally committed suicide by hanging right in front of her.

That was the scene from just a moment ago.

However, Suzuki Toru didn't care about that. He had likely transmigrated into yet another parallel world.

He just didn't know what kind of wishes would be here; he hoped they wouldn't be more perverted or twisted than the last world.

Just then, a tall male teacher suddenly walked into the classroom. Although he was wearing a suit, one could still see his sturdy physique.

The previously noisy classroom fell silent in an instant, and Suzuki Toru couldn't help but look up toward the podium.

"My name is Mashima Tomoya. For the time being, until you graduate, I will be your homeroom teacher."

Mashima Tomoya's gaze swept over every student. Having passed the school's meticulously prepared entrance exam, these students basically met the standards for this year's Class A.

If nothing went wrong, the most outstanding students of this year would likely be in Class A.

"In one hour, the school will hold an entrance ceremony in the gymnasium. Before that, I would like to explain the special nature of this school, starting with the basics..."

Under Mashima Tomoya's explanation, Suzuki Toru finally realized where he was.

Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School.

This was a special high school that cultivated special talent, gathering various students from all over the country and dedicated to fostering globally versatile individuals.

Thanks to official support, the Advanced Nurturing High School boasted a nearly one hundred percent rate of advancement to higher education and employment.

In its public promotion, the school claimed that as long as one graduated from here, the school would arrange the desired school or job for the graduates, guaranteeing the starting point of their future lives.

Although it sounded like a scam slogan, because it had official backing, basically no one dared to question it.

Not only that, the school promised not to charge any tuition or special fees, and it covered all living expenses for students during their time at school, requiring no financial burden from parents.

Not to mention the guarantees for further education and employment, the mere fact that tuition was waived was enough to attract many students to apply.

Furthermore, Advanced Nurturing High School adopts a completely closed boarding system; once enrolled, students are strictly forbidden from leaving the school grounds, and all contact with the outside world is prohibited.

Because the campus spans over 600,000 square meters, Advanced Nurturing High School has established cafes, electronics retailers, hair salons, karaoke parlors, and other facilities within its walls, even possessing a complete commercial center that essentially guarantees the daily needs of both faculty and students.

Each grade is divided into four classes, from Class A to Class D, with forty students per class, totaling one hundred and sixty students.

In other words, Advanced Nurturing High School must arrange schools of choice or employment for over a hundred students every year, and it is estimated that the social elites outside will be the first to bear the brunt of this.

You study hard for over a decade, only to find that attending some random high school guarantees you admission to Tokyo University?

The overachievers are probably going to have a mental breakdown.

Suzuki Toru evaluated the school in his mind; it was either a club for the children of the powerful, or it held some major secret.

But what kind of secret could a high school possibly have?

Perhaps it's like some classic tropes where they make a group of high school students solve the country's increasingly severe low birth rate problem, allowing them the freedom to...

Suzuki Toru promptly stopped this dangerous train of thought; he did not like where that was going.

"To better measure the comprehensive level of our students, our school has specifically introduced the S System, which has already been pre-installed in this smartphone terminal that integrates with your student ID."

As he spoke, Mashima Tomoya began distributing the phones to the students in the front row.

"You can use it to access all facilities on campus, but you are prohibited from using the phone to send information to the outside world; the built-in monitoring system will intercept it and issue a warning."

Soon, Suzuki Toru also received his phone. It didn't look like anything special; it appeared to be a custom device for the school.

"In this school, you can only make purchases using the private points within this terminal. As long as it is something belonging to this school, you can buy anything."

At this point, Mashima Tomoya glanced at the students below.

Most students were either curiously fiddling with their phones or watching him with rapt attention.

Only a few students managed to catch Mashima Tomoya's attention.

One was a boy with a head that reflected the light, a look of contemplation flashing across his face, clearly reacting to his words.

On the other side was a young girl with short silver hair; her petite frame carried a sense of youthfulness that didn't quite match her age. She sat quietly in her seat, holding a thin cane in both hands, a faint smile at the corners of her lips as she, too, observed the reactions of others.

Mashima Tomoya withdrew his gaze and then said, "Now, open your personal system, enter your student ID and initial password. The school should have already issued this month's private points to you."

Suzuki Toru followed his instructions, opened the personal system, entered his ID and password, and immediately saw a balance page.

[Private Points: 100,000]

[Class Points: 1,000]

At the same time, his personal information, including his name and class, was displayed in the top right corner.

Suzuki Toru, Class 1-A.

Chapter 2 I Really Want to Be Miss Sakayanagi's Dog

"It seems you have all received the 100,000 private points issued by the school. I would like to specifically remind you that one private point is equivalent to one yen. On the first of every month, the school will deposit private points into your phones."

As his words fell, sounds of surprise erupted throughout the classroom.

According to Mashima Tomoya, didn't 100,000 private points equate to 100,000 yen?

One must know that the average annual salary in Japan is only around 4 million yen, yet this school was handing out 100,000 yen to every student in one go.

For a high school student, this was definitely a fiscal surplus, or perhaps even a bit of a waste.

Suzuki Toru did some mental math: there were one hundred and sixty students in one grade, meaning there should be four hundred and eighty students in total at the school. This meant Advanced Nurturing High School was distributing 48 million yen per month, totaling five or six hundred million yen a year.

Even developed nations wouldn't burn money like this; there was simply no explanation for why they would give a group of high school students so much pocket money.

At this moment, someone suddenly raised their hand.

"Excuse me, Mashima-sensei, are there any restrictions on how we use these private points?"

Suzuki Toru glanced over; the person had a very conspicuous bald head, his expression revealing a subtle sense of gravity, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"This school measures students by their ability. For those of you who have successfully enrolled, you possess corresponding value and potential. How you choose to use them is your freedom; the school will not interfere." Mashima Tomoya answered the student's question indifferently, his expression showing no change.

Hearing this answer, even the calmest students couldn't help but feel a surge of wild joy in their hearts.

"Can the points be taken outside?" the bald student continued to ask.

"The school will reclaim the private points after you graduate," Mashima Tomoya said unhurriedly. "Even if you want to save them, it is meaningless over the next three years; you might as well make good use of these private points."

When he mentioned "make good use," his tone shifted slightly.

"Mashima-sensei, if we can understand private points as Japanese yen, then what does 'class points' mean?"

It seemed someone had noticed the part that Mashima Tomoya had been deliberately ignoring.

Suzuki Toru couldn't help but look to the front right. The person was a silver-haired girl with a flawless face and a faint, elusive smile at the corners of her lips. Her short hair rested slightly on her shoulders, and beneath her fair, delicate neck were slightly sunken collarbones. One couldn't see any skin further down, but the curve of her chest was minimal, and her frame was exceptionally petite, easily leading one to mistake her for a middle school student.