Sorry, It's Just a Typical School Anime, No Gas Leak Incident

Lin Mu could only lean against the back 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 nerves.

However, the clamor 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 their suitcases being too heavy.

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 heart: "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 since entering the classroom.

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

Imagine it: visually, everyone was talking; aurally, it was already a cacophony; 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.

Garlic bird~ Garlic bird~

He sighed silently, used the tip of his tongue to push the nearly dissolved 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 came to take control.

Once the 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 lift the ceiling.

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 carried an infectious, sunny smile, and his temperament was clean and decisive, exuding the vibe of a natural leader skilled at controlling a crowd.

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

"Everyone quiet down for a second 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?

It would 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 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, glancing 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 suggestion 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 affinity leading the response, many girls around her also nodded, whispering "That's good" or "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 side of the podium, raised his hand in a simple "please take care of me" gesture, and spoke in a bright tone:

"Alright then, I'll set the example and throw out a brick to attract jade!"

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

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

I hope that in the next three years, I can become a good classmate and friend to everyone, and we can work hard together! Please take care of me!"

As his voice fell, a round of quite enthusiastic and sincere applause erupted in the classroom.

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

Lin Mu, chewing on the lollipop that was almost gone, pressed his tongue unconsciously against the stick, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Hirata Yosuke?

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

His brows twitched imperceptibly.

Before transmigrating, 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 blurry fragments of his past life—the name of that anime... it seemed to be called...

Classroom of the Elite? Right, that was it.

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

At the time, he felt that just by the name, it sounded like one of those "intellectual battle" shows involving school competition and schemes, 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 swiped past it immediately and it hadn't left 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 the few years he had spent 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 very 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's heart stirred slightly, and for a moment, he even considered whether he should use his abilities.

He could "peek" into a fragment of the past memories of the Hirata Yosuke 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 emerged before he extinguished it decisively.

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

There was no need to go to that trouble and expend that energy.

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

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

Could it really be like some hot-blooded battle anime where monsters suddenly appear to attack the school?

Or like a sci-fi movie where a sudden city-wide gas leak causes a massive explosion?

(Some cities have gas explosions every day, and I haven't seen any problems 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.

(Activity period: May 1st to May 5th)