Starting with 100,000 Personal Points

Everyone refrained from initiating conversation, maintaining a balance of mutual non-interference that bordered on indifference.

This state of affairs made Lin Mu feel incredibly comfortable.

It seemed that as long as he maintained this low-profile, lazy mode, his three years in Class D might be even more peaceful than he had anticipated.

He tilted his head slightly to glance at Airi Sakura, who was still keeping her head down to his right. After a moment of thought, he fished another milk-flavored lollipop out of his pocket.

He reached out and gently placed it on the edge of the desk right next to him.

The movement was quick, making almost no sound at all.

Airi Sakura seemed startled by the subtle movement; her shoulders gave a sharp jerk. She cautiously raised her gaze just a fraction to see the perfectly wrapped lollipop on the corner of her desk.

She cast a quick glance at Lin Mu—who had already pulled his hand back and was staring straight ahead again, wearing an indifferent expression that screamed "I didn't do anything."

Her entire face turned bright red, like a ripe apple.

She stared at the candy, her fingers twitching. It seemed she hesitated for a long time before sliding the candy to the center of her desk, then lowered her head again, though the blush on her ears refused to fade for a long time.

Suzune Horikita, on his left, seemed to catch the scene out of the corner of her eye and let out an almost imperceptible huff.

Her lips curled, and the coldness and "just as I thought" sentiment in her eyes deepened, but she still didn't say a word.

Lin Mu ignored the reactions on both sides, contentedly continuing to savor his grape-flavored lollipop.

No interference. Perfect. This was exactly what he wanted.

The self-introduction segment finally came to an end, and the classroom returned to a reassuring sense of quiet.

Those willing to introduce themselves had long since finished, and the few remaining were either too introverted and shy, or felt the whole thing was meaningless and couldn't be bothered to participate.

Seeing that the process had concluded, everyone went back to fiddling with their phones, chatting with new acquaintances, or staring blankly out the window.

No one forced the issue—after all, not everyone was keen on social performance; some preferred the bustle, while others were accustomed to silence.

Lin Mu, sucking on his nearly finished lollipop, watched coldly as some of his Class D classmates gathered in small groups to continue chatting after their introductions.

He only hoped that the mysterious homeroom teacher for Class D would appear soon to end this long and boring pre-class segment.

As if responding to his (and several other quiet students') inner wishes, the classroom door was pushed open with a loud "bang" at that very moment.

A capable, upright figure exuding an undeniable, chilling aura strode into the room.

The person was a woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a simple dark gray professional suit. Her long hair was tied back meticulously, revealing a pair of eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

Her expression was stern, the corners of her mouth naturally downturned. There was no warmth to welcome the new students; instead, she carried an air of official, scrutinizing detachment.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, her gaze swept across the entire class, taking in everyone's posture and expression.

Immediately, a cold voice filled with unquestionable authority rang out:

"Everyone, return to your seats and sit down immediately!"

Although the tone was flat, the students who had been chatting or walking around in the aisles or by other people's desks felt as if they had been pushed by an invisible hand. They quickly returned to their seats and sat up straight, even stopping their whispering.

The only sound left in the classroom was the slight scraping of desks and chairs.

Sae Chabashira did not seem to approve of this sudden silence, as if it were only to be expected.

She walked straight to the podium and placed the thick stack of materials she was carrying onto the desk with a "thwack."

The crisp sound of paper hitting wood was exceptionally clear in the silent classroom, adding a few more layers of pressure to her arrival.

She rested her hands on the edge of the podium, looked up, and let her gaze sweep slowly and forcefully over every young, nervous, or curious face in the room.

Then, in a tone so steady it was almost devoid of emotional fluctuation, she began her self-introduction:

"I am Sae Chabashira, the homeroom teacher for your Class D."

"A reminder to everyone," she paused to ensure everyone heard what followed, "there is no system for changing classes mid-term at this school.

You have been assigned to Class D, so for the next three years, as long as you remain at this school, I will be your homeroom teacher.

I am responsible for everything regarding you at this school—your academics, your daily life, your discipline, and most importantly, your points."

Having said that, she stopped looking at the students' reactions and picked up the stack of materials on the podium, handing it to the student in the front row and signaling for them to pass it back:

"These are the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School Student Handbook. Each of you must take one and read it carefully.

Our school operates under special rules independent of the outside world. First, we need to clarify a few basic points."

With her hands behind her back, she paced back and forth in front of the podium, her voice echoing clearly through the classroom:

"First, this school is a fully enclosed boarding facility. During your time here, no student is permitted to leave the campus grounds without authorization.

Furthermore, private contact with the outside world—including your families—in any form is strictly prohibited.

All external communication must go through channels designated by the school and will be subject to management."

"Whoa—"

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake; a wave of irrepressible gasps and hushed exclamations immediately erupted in the classroom.

Many students looked shocked and incredulous, exchanging uneasy glances. Completely enclosed?

Even contact with family is controlled? For teenagers accustomed to the freedom of modern life, this was undoubtedly a bombshell.

Sae Chabashira ignored the commotion below, as if she had long since anticipated this reaction.

She stopped in her tracks and added, "There is no need for excessive worry."

The campus is fully equipped with all kinds of facilities, ranging from supermarkets, cafeterias, and hospitals for daily necessities, to cinemas, gyms, cafes, and even some specialty stores for entertainment and leisure.

As long as you do not leave the campus, your daily life can proceed completely as normal, and it is even more convenient and centralized than the outside world.

She softened her tone slightly, though it remained cold: "Second, cash is not used for on-campus consumption; you will use the personal points in your student terminals for all settlements."

Points can be used to exchange for all goods and services within the campus, with one point equivalent to one yen.

On the first of every month, the school will distribute points to each student's personal account.

Having said this, she paused deliberately, her gaze sweeping slightly over a few students who were still whispering to each other, and those individuals immediately fell silent.

Then, she dropped the information that made the hearts of all the students in Class D race:

"This month's points, one hundred thousand, have already been transferred to your student terminals. You may check and confirm for yourselves right now."

One hundred thousand points! Equivalent to one hundred thousand yen!

"For real?!"

"One hundred thousand? That much?!"

"Check your terminals, quick!"

After a brief, deathly silence, the classroom instantly exploded!