Sorry, This Is Just a Generic School Anime, No Gas Leaks Here

Lin Mu could only lean back against his seat and close his eyes to rest, the lollipop in his mouth slowly melting, the sweetness seeping out bit by bit to barely soothe his frayed nerves.

However, the commotion in the classroom was like boiling water, growing more and more intense.

The surroundings were filled with students from Class D chatting and making friends, discussing whether the dormitory environment was comfortable enough, or complaining about how heavy their suitcases were.

Some were curious about which shops were in the school's commercial district, while others were huddled together, excitedly imagining future club activities and the school festival...

The chirping sounds converged into a noisy background, like countless sparrows chattering in his ears all at once.

It made him, who had intended to just nap, frown involuntarily, with only one crystal-clear word left in his mind: "Annoying."

He subconsciously squeezed the remaining candy in his uniform pocket, the plastic wrapper making a faint rustling sound.

At the same time, he secretly felt relieved that he had kept his telepathy ability firmly locked down since entering the classroom.

If he were to activate it now, dozens of chaotic and messy inner voices would instantly explode in his ears, a hundred times more noisy and confusing than the pure physical noise currently present.

Just imagine: visually, everyone was talking; audibly, it was already a clamor of voices; and in his mind, he would have to simultaneously "play" those unspoken thoughts, or even meaningless mutterings...

That would be equivalent to stuffing ten wet markets into his head.

Just thinking about it made Lin Mu feel his temples throbbing.

Sigh~ Sigh~

He sighed silently, used the tip of his tongue to push the nearly finished lollipop to the side, and decided to just stick to eating the candy.

The sweetness could at least suppress some of his physiological irritability.

As long as he didn't actively get involved and treated himself as a piece of furniture in the classroom, he could always hold out until the homeroom teacher arrived to take control.

Once class officially started, there would be rules to make this bunch of over-energetic people quiet down.

Just as the waves of noise in the classroom were about to blow the roof off.

A bright, clear, and resonant male voice suddenly rang out from the front row, instantly overpowering most of the clamor.

"Everyone--!"

Lin Mu lazily lifted his eyelids a fraction, looking through the slits of his dense white eyelashes.

He saw a boy standing up in the aisle seat in the front row.

His posture was as straight as a pine, his face wore an infectious, sunny smile, and his demeanor was clean and crisp, exuding the aura of a natural leader skilled at controlling a crowd.

He raised one hand, palm down, and made two gentle but clear "pressing down" gestures to signal everyone to be quiet, his tone enthusiastic yet perfectly measured:

"Everyone, quiet down for a moment and listen to me! The teacher hasn't arrived yet, and staying like this isn't a solution; it's easy to leave a bad impression on other classes."

He paused, scanning the room with a friendly gaze, and only continued once he saw that many people's attention had been drawn to him.

"Why don't we take this opportunity for us students in Class D to give brief self-introductions? How about it?

It will allow everyone to get to know each other quickly, learn names, and deepen our camaraderie, getting us off to a good start for the next three years. What do you all think?"

The proposal was reasonable, and coming from a boy who looked so reliable, it carried its own persuasive power.

The classroom immediately quieted down significantly, and many students who had only been talking to those around them looked up toward the podium.

Lin Mu opened his eyes completely and glanced at the boy with no particular emotion.

Self-introductions? Sounds like a hassle. He had zero interest.

On the other hand, Kikyo Kushida in another row had her eyes light up the moment the boy finished speaking, a look of immense approval blooming on her face.

She immediately raised her hand and responded in her signature sweet, cheerful voice:

"I think this proposal is super--great! Self-introductions really help everyone get to know each other faster, I raise both hands in favor!"

With a girl of such high likability taking the lead, many girls around her also nodded, whispering "That's good" or "That sounds interesting," their faces showing anticipation.

Clearly, they were all happy to take this formal opportunity to meet new friends and expand their social circles.

Some boys also nodded to show they had no objections.

Seeing that no one explicitly opposed it, the smile in the eyes of the boy by the podium deepened. He took the opportunity to walk to the podium, raised his hand in a simple "please take care of me" gesture, and spoke in a bright tone:

"Alright then, I'll go first to set an example and break the ice!"

He cleared his throat and looked at the whole class with bright eyes. "My name is Yosuke Hirata! Everyone can just call me Yosuke, no need to be formal.

I really like sports, especially soccer; I've been playing since elementary school, and I plan to join the school's soccer club after enrolling this year to keep training.

I hope that in the next three years, we can become good classmates and good friends, and work hard together! Please take care of me!"

As his voice fell, a burst of quite enthusiastic and sincere applause rang out in the classroom.

Yosuke Hirata's self-introduction was sunny and approachable, winning the favor of most students almost instantly.

Lin Mu, chewing on the nearly finished lollipop, unconsciously pressed his tongue against the stick, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Yosuke Hirata?

This name... why did it sound so familiar?

His brows twitched imperceptibly.

Before he transmigrated, he had indeed watched quite a few anime and scrolled through many anime commentary videos on short-video platforms.

A name like that seemed to exist in his memories... accompanied by a specific anime background.

He struggled to dig through the fragmented, blurry memories of his past life—the name of that anime... it seemed to be called...

Classroom of the Elite? That was it.

He vaguely recalled having watched some related commentary or clips, but he had never finished the actual series.

At the time, he thought the name sounded like one of those "intellectual battle" shows involving school competition and scheming, or perhaps a slice-of-life show emphasizing hard work and struggle?

Either way, it sounded mentally taxing or overly passionate, not suitable for a viewer like him who sought relaxation and stress relief, so he had simply scrolled past it without leaving much of an impression.

Could this world... really be the setting of that anime?

A faint ripple stirred in the heart of Lin Mu.

During his years in the orphanage after transmigrating to this world, he had "practiced" quite a bit to familiarize himself with and master his superpowers.

When his telepathic range expanded, it was inevitable that he would read the surface thoughts and memory fragments of countless people.

He was absolutely certain that he had never "heard" or "seen" any information regarding "superpowers," "special combat," or "extraordinary events."

From all the information he had received, this world was just an ordinary, scientific modern world, much like the Blue Star of his past life.

At most... was the management style and competitive philosophy of this so-called "Advanced Nurturing High School" just a bit more unique?

It sounded like an exaggerated version of elite education.

Lin Mu felt a slight stir in his heart, and for a moment, he even considered whether he should use his abilities.

He could "peek" into a fragment of the past memories of Yosuke Hirata before him, or use a fleeting moment of "precognition" to see if he would have any special "scenes" in the future.

But the thought had barely surfaced before he decisively snuffed it out.

Forget it, forget it, he shook his head inwardly.

There was no need to go through that trouble and waste that energy.

Even if this school really was the "Classroom of the Elite" from the anime, so what?

When it came down to it, wasn't this just daily school life?

Could it be that, like some hot-blooded battle anime, a monster would suddenly appear to attack the school?

Or like in a sci-fi movie, would a sudden city-wide gas leak trigger a massive explosion?

(Some cities have gas explosions every day, and I haven't seen any issues with that...)

In the ten years since he transmigrated to this world, he had never once seen such absurd, extraordinary events in the news, on the radio, or while surfing the internet.