Because he had sent a message to Class A.
It was true that the A, B, C, and D labels at the start of the first year didn't represent the classes' actual rankings. Everyone started with 1,000 Class Points.
But Class A still meant something.
You could reach that conclusion from the performance of every student in Class A yesterday and today.
Among the four first-year classes,
their true ranking was at least second, perhaps even first.
Specifically:
First, nearly everyone in Class A had bought the information.
Second, not everyone had failed to notice that something was off when Class A received 100,000 points yesterday.
Some people didn't care, because even if they didn't graduate as members of Class A, they could still get into their ideal school through the entrance exams.
Some people were indifferent because they came from good families, and Class A was merely a modest achievement they could brag about during their school years.
Some were simply lazy. It wasn't that they couldn't figure it out; they just couldn't be bothered to think about it.
Third, the overall qualities and average ability of Class A's students were excellent by national standards.
If that wasn't enough to secure second place and contend for first, then were the other classes packed with all kinds of super-high-school-level students?
Give me a break. Even in anime, there were only a few of those.
"Please pay a little attention in your everyday studies and lives to the unusually outstanding students among the four first-year classes."
"The person looking for fun because he's bored is probably one of them."
"Because of him, I've started looking forward to the next three years of school."
Sakayanagi Arisu smiled brightly.
The sudden message incident had been unexpected.
How long had it taken the sender to see through the school's hidden truth?
Half a day? Maybe even less.
He'd chosen to send the message at nine, when most people had returned to their dorms. Without preparing in advance, there wouldn't have been enough time.
Facing off against someone like that would be wonderful.
Winning or losing didn't matter. The most important thing was having a high-quality experience.
But would I lose?
Class D was in an uproar.
"Why didn't the teachers tell us?"
Among the boys, a few fools led by the Three Stooges—Kanji Ike, Yamauchi Haruki, and Ken Sudō—were criticizing the school and blaming the teachers.
Their pointless, negative complaints made the people around them frown.
As one of the class, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka casually chimed in a few times, then made an excuse and returned to his seat.
He'd received the message yesterday too, but hadn't paid for it.
As far as he knew, he was an inconspicuous ordinary student among the first-years.
The sender wouldn't go out of his way to target him, so there was no need to waste points. His classmates would share the information the next day anyway.
Sure enough, when he arrived in the classroom, he saw Hirata Yosuke sharing the information he'd paid for with his classmates.
The girls were discussing it too, but their conversation quickly veered away from the school and onto makeup and fashion.
It wasn't that they didn't care; they were just too self-centered.
First, today was only the official start of school, and all four classes were still at the same starting line.
Second, that was just how things were for women in Japan. Working hard was out of the question; finding a good husband was the most reliable option.
"Karuizawa, you look so different today. You didn't happen to do it with Tanaka yesterday, did you?"
Since there were other students nearby,
Sato Maya didn't say it too bluntly. She just winked to hint at what she meant.
Other members of their group, like Mori Nene and Matsushita Chiaki, were curious too.
Although she was embarrassed, she was a gal now.
Karuizawa Kei nodded slightly.
"Ooh!"
The girls edged closer.
"How many times?"
"How long?"
"Did it feel good?"
Sato Maya and the others' eyes sparkled as they crowded around Karuizawa Kei like hungry little birds.
???
Karuizawa, are you serious?
An hour each time, two and a half times without stopping during her first experience, and Tanaka still hadn't had enough.
Where had he gotten that kind of stamina?
The scene of their first meeting yesterday was still fresh in their minds.
In the girls' eyes, Tanaka Yukishin was a handsome, refined guy with the languid air of a cat.
Calling him a pretty boy was nothing but complete prejudice.
But at most, he was only handsome enough to qualify as handsome.
The contrast was too jarring; they found it hard to believe.
Horikita Suzune, sitting in the last row, looked at the chaos around her, full of confusion and indignation.
As one of the five people in Class D who had paid for the information, she'd learned about it last night.
She wasn't a genius, but she wasn't stupid either.
Yet after thinking about it all night, she still couldn't figure out why she'd been placed in Class D.
Just look at these people.
The boys were either brainless idiots like the Three Stooges, criticizing and complaining, or detached outsiders like Koenji and Ayanokoji, who didn't care about anything.
The girls were even worse. After a few lines of discussion, their conversation veered a million degrees off course and turned into talk about clothes, fashion, and karaoke.
This class was full of vermin. In a sense, Class D really did mean fourth place.
I, Horikita Suzune, am so outstanding, yet I've been put in the same class as these people.
Suddenly, everyone in Class D turned toward the door at once, without warning.
It was Tanaka Yukishin.
His overwhelming presence stirred the others' instincts, alerting them to danger.
Under everyone's gaze, he didn't panic.
He looked down at himself. His clothes and appearance were fine.
So that was it. He'd eaten his fill after replenishing his Dragon Bloodline, and he was still digesting it.
That was why he wasn't using his abilities as smoothly or precisely as usual.
He adjusted the intensity of his passive ability.
Everyone looked away and resumed their chatter.
The Three Stooges muttered a few things, but didn't say anything else.
Being stupid didn't mean they couldn't recognize the difference in strength when it was obvious.
Karuizawa Kei didn't care. She'd experienced something even more intense yesterday, so this was nothing to fuss over.
As for the members of Karuizawa's group,
it was fine. Totally fine.
If it was a man as strong and heroic as this,
then he could definitely do it. Easily, even. You betcha.
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