A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

Seeing this demeanor, Tanaka Yukishin looked at the two seniors with a slightly more serious gaze.

He had expected to encounter the kind of low-IQ villains found in certain brainless novels, who would mindlessly question him only to be taught a lesson and slapped in the face on the spot.

Then, harboring resentment and plotting revenge, they would either be dealt with by the [Protagonist] or sent to the afterlife by his own hand.

As it turned out, although they still harbored doubts, they did not display any ugly behavior.

It seems the educational effectiveness of Advanced Nurturing High School is significant.

Unlike those oddballs in his class, most of whom have a look of pure stupidity in their eyes, possessing a kind of beauty that remains untainted by knowledge, as if they are missing a brain stem.

After confirming the rules, the two stood on opposite sides of the ring.

Kiryuin Fuuka stood in the middle and slowly stepped back.

"Are you both ready?"

"Ready."

"OK."

With the command to begin, the battle commenced.

A few seconds passed, and seeing the person in front of him remain motionless, Tanaka Yukishin felt a bit puzzled.

Another unexpected development.

Are you a brainless villain or not?

"Are you looking down on me, senior?"

Charle shook his head.

As a Black American, he had survived this long solely due to his cautious attitude.

"No, I am simply observing your situation. Because it is too suspicious."

So he is a cautious type of player; in that case, I will take the initiative.

Time cannot be wasted on boring standoffs.

Tanaka Yukishin took a stride, crossing several meters of space, his figure moving like a ghost as he appeared at Charle's side in a few steps.

His superhuman speed and power meant that before Charle could even react, he was knocked down by a single punch.

Feeling the sharp pain radiating from his waist, Charle gasped.

What kind of monster is this? His build is so thin, yet he knocked me down in one hit.

But as the vice president, he still managed to stand back up.

"Senior, the speed and attack power just now should be enough for you to see the gap."

"I want to try again."

Another knockdown, but this time, Charle did not get back up.

The crowd below the stage whispered among themselves.

"It's already over? I didn't see anything clearly."

"It's because that junior's speed is too fast."

"Although the vice president's technique isn't great, his physical fitness is exaggeratedly high. In past sparring sessions, combined with his decent fighting skills, basically no one could stand against him. I didn't expect him to be knocked down twice today. Has it even been a minute?"

"I thought this junior was a technical fighter, but it seems he has both talent and technique."

In the lounge, the four of them sat at the conference table.

"Senior, I have already proven my strength, so the conditions we agreed upon earlier can now be fulfilled."

Looking at the points that had already been transferred, Tanaka Yukishin nodded with satisfaction.

But this was only a part of it; the rest would require a contract.

Matsuzaka Tomohito suppressed his displeasure and patiently explained in detail.

"Junior, your strength is strong enough. We can pay you 2 million points as a coaching fee. This is to preserve the autonomy of the club in exchange for you not creating a similar club with the school."

"However, the MMA Club is different from clubs like baseball, judo, karate, kendo, or boxing."

"Baseball has Koshien, and kendo has the Gyokuryuki. Other clubs have similar national competitions."

"But MMA has no path to continue upward. Therefore, handing over half of the club's monthly budget as a 'friendship fee' is impossible."

Chapter 13: Club · The Ways of the World

Tapping his fist lightly on the table, Tanaka Yukishin pointed out the remaining part that Matsuzaka Tomohito had deliberately hidden.

"Senior Matsuzaka, let us simply analyze what benefits can be brought by forming a team to leave the school and participate in competitions as a hidden perk of the club."

"First, the competition is another path for advancement besides academic promotion; its importance is self-evident."

"Second, the right to leave the school can also be called the right to transmit information."

Seeing Matsuzaka Tomohito about to make a move, Tanaka Yukishin raised his hand to signal him not to refute yet, then continued.

"I know what you want to say, senior. It is nothing more than the school requiring those who leave the school to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

"But the right to send messages is more than just that."

"This school enforces a strictly closed-off system. Throughout the three years of high school, students cannot contact the outside world except in cases of expulsion or special circumstances."

"Therefore, the right to send messages has become the primary channel for students to connect with the outside world."

"Even though it only happens once a year."

"For people on both sides, it is enough to understand each other and provide comfort to their souls."

"The benefits, beyond the basic point income, include an increase in personal influence and the expansion of one's network."

After a moment of silence, Matsuzaka Tomohito stood up.

"Incredible. You truly are a genius. No, Tanaka-kun, you are different from those who fail to realize their own potential. You deserve to be called a powerhouse."

"Since you've laid it out so clearly, I won't bother with any excuses."

"Regarding the message-sending rights, our MMA Club is willing to pay 500,000 points each year as a friendship fee."

"Beyond that, Charle and I are willing to personally contribute 500,000 points each, totaling one million personal points as a welcoming gift for you."

"How about we become friends?"

As he operated his student ID terminal to transfer the points, Charle's eyes flickered with a subtle emotion.

In the end, he didn't say anything.

"Matsuzaka-kun, I hope our friendship lasts a long time. Now, as a friend, please help me send messages to the other clubs."

"I would be happy to, though I have a small suggestion."

"Please, go ahead."

"Going to each club one by one is a bit of a waste of time. If your goal is purely for points and you have no specific requirements for influence, you could do it this way."

Have the MMA Club send a message to the Track and Field Club, and have Tanaka Yukishin go through the motions there.

Then, the two clubs can approach the Swimming Club together.

Finally, the three strongest clubs can sign off together, using various methods to verify the strength of Tanaka Yukishin.

This way, you only need to hit a few more stubborn clubs to achieve your goal.

Tanaka Yukishin pondered for a moment; this plan was indeed more efficient.

He agreed and left with Kiryuin Fuuka.

After seeing them out until their figures disappeared, Charle finally spoke up.

"Tomohito, wasn't a one-million-point gift a bit low? If we cut back on our normal expenses for a few months, scraping together three million wouldn't have been a problem."

He had experienced Tanaka Yukishin's strength firsthand and was more than willing to build a good relationship.

But if you're going to give a gift, it should be a significant one to make an impression.

If he hadn't been trying to maintain Matsuzaka Tomohito's dignity in the lounge earlier, he would have spoken up sooner.

"Charle, you need to realize one thing. The reason the MMA Club is strong is because we have many members and we can fight."

"But our club budget is only mid-tier; in terms of financial power, we can't compare to other clubs."

"Since we can't give the best gift to stand out and grab attention, doing what is appropriate is enough. We should demonstrate our value in other ways to befriend Tanaka-kun."

"Just like my suggestion earlier."

Seeing the look of realization on Charle's face, Matsuzaka Tomohito changed the subject.

"After club activities end later, go contact Hanai, Sakura, Kaoru, and Kudo. Tell them what happened just now."

"Friendship is like a plant; it needs constant care so it doesn't wither and die."

"After graduation this year, Kudo will be the club president."

"I hope they can build a good relationship."

"If they run into trouble in the future, they'll have a path they can try to reach out through."

"Almost forgot, remember to tell the restaurant owner about this news."

"Just say—never mind, I'll write it down and send it to you later. Don't do anything extra. Keep it authentic and timely; that's the only way this information has value."

Charle nodded and turned to leave.

Standing in place for a long time, Matsuzaka Tomohito muttered to himself.

"Tanaka-kun, you must climb even higher."

"Only then will my gift, my advice, and all my gestures of goodwill yield greater returns."

At the track field, everyone had already arrived.

"Hello, Tanaka-kun. I am the president of the Track and Field Club, Matsushita Kazuo."

"Everything is ready; you just need to go through the motions."

"Running, weightlifting, high jump, long jump, javelin throw,"

"These events correspond to physical data such as speed, strength, explosive power, and flexibility."

"Afterward, our three clubs will send over the data and footage along with the notification."

"This is to ensure no one harbors any delusions and wastes your time."

A hot breeze swept across the track, and the rubberized surface emitted a faint scent under the scorching sun. Tanaka Yukishin took the bib number handed to him by Matsushita Kazuo.

"Tanaka-kun, you can start with the sprints." Matsushita Kazuo adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, the electronic stopwatch glinting coldly in the sunlight. "The distance is one hundred—"

The crisp crack of the starting blocks exploding interrupted him. Tanaka Yukishin shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, the taut muscles of his legs beneath his athletic shorts gleaming with a honey-colored luster in the sun. As his sneakers crossed the finish line, three speedometers on the sidelines beeped in unison.

"10.21 seconds!" The assistant coach nearly dropped the clipboard in his hands. "Last year's national high school men's 100-meter record was 10.75 seconds. Is the equipment malfunctioning!?"

Matsushita Kazuo stared at the slow-motion footage, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. "9.7 meters per second. The peak instantaneous wind speed..." He suddenly turned his head to look at the boy, who was currently stretching. "Tanaka-kun, how much power did you use just now?"

"Ninety percent?" Tanaka Yukishin tilted his head and thought for a moment, keeping the data within a range acceptable to a normal person. "After all, I need to save some energy for the upcoming events."

The entire Track and Field Club fell into an eerie silence.

In the distance, the members sent by the MMA Club to "observe" were stifling their laughter, and a boy with spiky hair secretly used his phone to record Matsushita Kazuo's dumbfounded expression.

The subsequent weightlifting test felt more like an absurd farce.

When Tanaka Yukishin lifted a 120-kilogram barbell with one hand, the two burly members responsible for spotting him instinctively took half a step back.

The javelin carved an exaggerated parabola before pinning itself into the safety netting, the metal shaft still vibrating at a high frequency.

When the high jump bar was raised to 2.4 meters, Matsushita Kazuo finally called a halt.

There was no need to continue the testing.

The beginning was still somewhat reasonable, but the latter part could only be described as not even bothering to act anymore.

"Is this guy a monster?" The ace athlete of the Track and Field Club tugged at the assistant coach's sleeve. "He didn't even perform a cushioning motion when he landed just now!"

Kuinrinji Hachini Ryuin Fuuka leaned against a parasol and chuckled. "Do you understand now why the MMA Club wanted to cooperate?"

Matsushita Kazuo pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, his gaze flickering behind his lenses. "We will encrypt the video data, but..." He suddenly raised his voice and shouted to everyone in the Track and Field Club, "Put your phones away! The content of today's test is strictly prohibited from being leaked!"

"President, it's already circulating on the forum." A girl wearing wrist guards raised her hand weakly. "Someone posted the sprint video anonymously three minutes ago..."