Classroom of the Elite, I Only Want Your Rewards

"Is there a problem with this?" Kamuro Masumi frowned. She had certainly noticed it, but since Mashima Tomoya said he would explain it later, she hadn't thought much of it.

In fact, many students in Class A had similar thoughts.

"Just like the evaluation of you all, the school will also measure the strength of each class," Suzuki Toru repeated Mashima Tomoya's words. "He made it very clear: Class Points might be the standard for measuring a class's level. Since it is a quantitative standard, there will inevitably be a gap between the various classes."

Kamuro Masumi was startled, only to hear him continue: "It might not just be the gap between classes. 'Just like the evaluation of you all' implies that based on this standard, our own evaluations will also change."

"Returning to Private Points, his explanation was 'For those of you who successfully enrolled, there is corresponding value and potential.' Therefore, Private Points might be our 'value and potential.' Barring any accidents, this is also the individual gap between students."

Suzuki Toru tried to keep his words simple because Kamuro Masumi was looking at him with a blank expression, as if she had never thought about these things at all.

That wasn't right. She and Suzuki Toru had heard the exact same words, so why hadn't she picked up on these implications?

Was she really that stupid?

Impossible!

"This is just your guess, right? If that's the case, why didn't Mashima-sensei tell us?" Kamuro Masumi maintained a reserved attitude.

"It might be too early for us," Suzuki Toru smiled. "Perhaps for some reason, he couldn't tell us. However, he has actually said quite a lot; we just need to verify our ideas."

He felt that Sakayanagi Arisu must have guessed these things as well, which was why she didn't continue to press for answers.

Kamuro Masumi hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How do you want to verify it?"

"There are two ways: one is less effort, the other is the fastest," Suzuki Toru replied.

Kamuro Masumi was quite surprised. How could there be two ways in this situation?

"What is the fastest one?"

"Grab an upperclassman," Suzuki Toru said. "Like a second-year student. They have spent a whole year here and definitely know more about the school's situation than we freshmen do."

"What if the other party refuses to talk?" Kamuro Masumi asked as a matter of course.

"It's simple: bribe them with points. Since points are equivalent to yen, I don't think anyone would hate money." Suzuki Toru had, of course, thought about such a situation.

Even if the other party chose to keep quiet for some reason, Suzuki Toru wouldn't need to dig too deep; he would just need to take a look at the other person's monthly point income.

100,000 Private Points versus 1,000 Class Points—this ratio was worth pondering.

"What about the other way?"

Suzuki Toru stopped walking; they had unknowingly arrived at the dormitory building.

"Wait for next month's points to arrive."

After dropping this line, Suzuki Toru walked into the dormitory, leaving Kamuro Masumi standing there with wide eyes.

That's called a method?!

No, come to think of it, it really was an option.

Once next month's points arrived, as soon as the students saw that they didn't receive 100,000 Private Points, they would naturally become suspicious.

At that point, whether it was Mashima Tomoya as the homeroom teacher or the school administration, they would certainly have to provide a reasonable explanation.

However, Kamuro Masumi thought of a more terrifying question.

If Suzuki Toru had guessed the truth entirely...

As a member of Class A, what kind of monster was she stuck in the same class with!

Chapter 4: Rewards and Rewards

Suzuki Toru discovered that this was a co-ed dormitory building, with boys on the lower floors and girls on the higher floors.

When receiving the dormitory keys and the rulebook, the administrator emphasized several times that no behavior inappropriate for high school students was allowed.

His room was on the second floor, so he didn't even need to take the elevator.

It wasn't just a single room; the space was quite large, and he could see a spot that could serve as a kitchen, plus it had a private bathroom.

It was clear that Advanced Nurturing High School really treated these students very well.

If the conditions remained unchanged, this would be a paradise that countless people dreamed of.

However, the gifts of fate often come with corresponding costs.

Like what he had just mentioned to Kamuro Masumi, the logic was simple: Advanced Nurturing High School was a school with a special mission, backed by the Japanese government.

Under these premises, it still provided students with sufficient perks—not only were further education and employment guaranteed, but students didn't have to bear any costs while at school, and they were even issued Private Points every month.

Just looking at it felt like burning money. No matter how developed Japan was, it wouldn't allow such behavior.

There was only one reasonable explanation: the investment was proportional to the returns, at least enough to satisfy the Japanese government.

What were the returns?

Most likely the "special talents" that Advanced Nurturing High School claimed to produce.

How exactly does one cultivate the talents one wants?

By raising poisonous insects in a jar.

When he worked at a company, Suzuki Toru was once a king of internal competition; he was the only one who managed to survive the annual bottom-tier elimination rounds and make it to the finals.

There was no helping it; big corporations didn't lack talent. If you didn't work yourself to the bone to mold yourself into the shape the leadership liked, you would likely receive a "redundancy package" and be outputted back into society.

Suzuki Toru understood clearly that only by having his subordinates compete and engage in internal strife could he satisfy the requirements of those in charge.

The logic was simple: given the same set of problems, if you were the one in first place, everyone would only remember your name, not the name of whoever came in second.

Barring any surprises, the most suitable "problem" to set should be the Class Points.

Because compared to the former, Personal Points had the aesthetic of a performance bonus, specifically evaluating an individual's situation—in other words, performance pay.

Class Points, however, were better suited for testing the overall level of a group, equivalent to the total output and revenue of a specific department.

Besides, no matter how one looked at it, if Advanced Nurturing High School wanted to raise a group of "gu" kings, it couldn't possibly output only one such king to Japanese society each year; otherwise, they wouldn't have gone out of their way to introduce a Class Point system.

This suggested that in the future, it would likely be a matter of internal strife between classes, competing to see which class could produce the most excellent "gu" insect.

This meant that the focus moving forward would likely be on consolidating the class, requiring someone to lead everyone in competing to the death against other classes.

However, there was one problem.

What was the point of the students engaging in this internal strife?

Suzuki Toru wore a strange expression; surely they couldn't just expel the students who couldn't keep up with the competition?

Although Advanced Nurturing High School claimed to guarantee further education and employment, those were rights for graduates; as long as the school expelled students early, those rights would naturally become void.

As the champion of a "last-place elimination" tournament, Suzuki Toru had a profound understanding of this.

Although Suzuki Toru didn't really care, if he were to be expelled too early, it would slightly affect his wishes.

Suzuki Toru calmed his mind, and the rewards from his previous world slowly surfaced before his eyes.

"Nissin Cup Noodles"*2, "Japanese Yen"*5,460,000, "Black Stockings worn by Higuchi Madoka"*6, "Toilet Brush"*7, "Fragments of Unicorn Gundam"*3, "Character Control Controller"*1, "Wisdom Cube"*88, "Wedding Ring"*9, "Jackdaw"*1, "Wiretap"*4...

Most of these were things with no clear meaning, and some could even be called trash.

However, Suzuki Toru only cared about one reward right now—the reward he had only been able to obtain by hanging himself.

Although it was a random draw, he could specify a prize pool, such as the Item Reward Zone, Skill Reward Zone, Knowledge Reward Zone, and Extraordinary Reward Zone.

The first three pools were fine, and he would occasionally pull some good items, but that last one, the Extraordinary Reward Zone, was a bit abstract; it contained all sorts of things.

Suzuki Toru had once pulled a whole bunch of inexplicable items from it, such as "Wisdom Cubes," "Lightsabers," and "Japanese Yen," etc. He couldn't understand at all why "Japanese Yen" could be considered extraordinary.

Money power?

Despite saying that, Suzuki Toru still continued to toss coins into the Extraordinary Reward Zone.

After experiencing the great terror between life and death, he was no longer interested in ordinary things; fulfilling a few wishes and then being able to trade for something interesting was quite nice.

[Currently drawing the corresponding reward...]

[Congratulations on obtaining the reward—"Nano Regeneration Fluid"!]

["Nano Regeneration Fluid": When injected via syringe, it can heal the target's injuries or strengthen the target's physical constitution.]

[The reward has been distributed, please check your inventory!]

It looked like a medical tool. The expression on Suzuki Toru's face became slightly strange; this style felt like a product of black technology.

He had a feeling that many strange things had been mixed into this prize pool.

Hanging himself to get a medical tool seemed like an equivalent exchange; he hadn't really lost anything.

If he encountered any accidents next time, he could at least perform emergency resuscitation on himself.

Of course, if he wanted to, he could also use it on anyone else; the effect of the item was not limited to himself.

Suzuki Toru lay calmly on his bed with a notebook and pen beside him, thinking about his next course of action.

The second day of school.

Because it was the first day of classes, the teachers only briefly discussed the teaching plan for the semester without covering any actual content.

Even so, the students in Class A listened to the lecture attentively; no one could be seen slacking off, and some even took the initiative to ask the teacher how to coordinate with the teaching pace and what the key points would be moving forward.

Looking at this atmosphere alone, Suzuki Toru immediately realized that they were likely also masters of internal strife; perhaps some had even previewed the textbooks in advance.

Sure enough, no matter where he was, he could never escape the cycle of internal competition.

When it was time for the break, several girls suddenly approached Suzuki Toru. After chatting for a while, it turned out they wanted his contact information.

Suzuki Toru naturally wouldn't refuse; humans couldn't escape social activities, and sometimes interpersonal relationships often played an important role.

However, as soon as they got his contact information, the girls left in high spirits.

Suzuki Toru could still hear them deliberately lowering their voices, saying something about how he was definitely number one on the first-year handsome guy ranking for Class A.

It seemed that there was already contact between the various classes, he thought thoughtfully.

Not only that, but small cliques had gradually begun to appear in the class as well.

Among them, the group led by Katsuragi Kohei had the highest popularity, gathering quite a few boys.

He was calm and steady, his entrance exam scores were good, he had served as a class representative before, and he was also a member of the Student Council. His abilities were outstanding; just looking at this resume was enough to crush many students, making him sufficient to be the leader of Class A.

Moreover, after observing for just a short while, it was easy to notice that this guy was good at communication, or rather, he knew very well how to guide the topic of conversation so that things wouldn't become awkward.