A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

Because he had sent the message to Class A.

Admittedly, the ABCD ranking at the start of the first year did not represent the true hierarchy of the classes, as everyone started with 1,000 class points.

However, Class A still held symbolic significance.

One could draw a conclusion from the performance of all the students in Class A yesterday and today.

Among the four first-year classes, their true ranking was at least second, if not first.

The specifics were as follows:

First, almost every student in Class A had purchased the information.

Second, it was not as if no one had noticed that something was wrong when Class A received 100,000 points yesterday.

However, some people did not care, because even if they did not graduate as Class A, they could still enter their ideal schools through entrance exams.

Some people were indifferent, as their family backgrounds were good enough that Class A was merely an achievement to show off during their student days.

Some people were simply lazy, as it was not that they could not think of it, but that they were too lazy to do so.

Third, the overall quality and average standard of all students in Class A could be considered excellent on a national scale.

If this could not guarantee them a spot in the top two, were the other classes stuffed with all sorts of "super high school level" geniuses?

Don't be ridiculous; there were only a few of those even in anime.

"Please, everyone, in your daily studies and life, pay a little attention to which students among the four first-year classes are acting out of the ordinary."

"The person who is bored and looking for some fun is likely among them."

"Because of him, I have started to look forward to the next three years of school life."

Sakayanagi Arisu smiled radiantly.

The sudden incident with the message was unexpected.

How long had it taken that Sender to figure out what the school was hiding?

Half a day? Perhaps even less.

He chose to send the message at 9 o'clock, a time when the vast majority of people had returned to their dorms; if one hadn't prepared in advance, there wouldn't have been enough time.

A person like that would surely be wonderful to trade blows with.

Winning or losing didn't matter; a high-quality experience was what was most important.

However, would I lose?

At this moment, Class D was in an uproar.

"Why didn't the teacher tell us?"

A group of idiots among the boys, led by the Three Stooges—Ike Kanji, Yamauchi Haruki, and Sudo Ken—were criticizing the school and complaining about the teachers.

The meaningless, negative energy in their words made those around them frown.

As one of them, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka casually chimed in with a few words before finding an excuse to return to his seat.

He had also received the message yesterday, but he hadn't paid for it.

In the eyes of others, he was just an unremarkable, ordinary person among the first-year students.

The Sender couldn't have specifically targeted him, so there was no need to waste points; his classmates would naturally share it the next day.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the classroom, he saw Hirata Yosuke sharing his paid information with the other students.

Although the girls were also discussing it, the topic quickly veered away from the school and toward makeup and fashion coordination.

It wasn't that they didn't care or were overly self-centered.

First, today was only the official start of school, and the four classes were still on the same starting line.

Second, the situation for women in Japan was just like that; striving was impossible, and finding a good husband was the most reliable path.

"Karuizawa, your complexion has changed so much. You didn't happen to be with Tanaka yesterday, did you?"

Considering there were other students nearby, Sato Maya didn't speak too bluntly, only blinking her eyes to hint at what she meant.

The rest of the group members, such as Mori Nene and Matsushita Chiaki, were also full of curiosity.

Although she felt shy, she was a gal now.

Karuizawa Kei nodded slightly.

"Whoa!"

The group leaned in closer.

"How many times?"

"How long?"

"Did it feel good?"

Sato Maya and the others had eyes sparkling like stars, clinging to Karuizawa Kei like baby birds waiting to be fed.

???

Karuizawa, are you serious?

One hour per session, and they went at it 2.5 times straight during the first experience without stopping, and Tanaka-kun was still left wanting more.

Where did this superhuman stamina come from?

The scene of their first meeting yesterday was still vivid in their minds.

In the hearts of these girls, Tanaka Yukishin's personal image was that of a handsome, lazy, cat-like boy.

Calling him a pretty boy was definitely a complete prejudice.

But at most, he could only be described as handsome.

This sense of contrast and dissonance was so strong that they found it hard to believe.

Sitting in the last row, Horikita Suzune watched the chaotic crowd, her heart filled with confusion and resentment.

As one of the five paid members of Class D, she had received the information last night.

She wasn't brilliant, but she wasn't stupid either.

Yet, after thinking about it all night, she still couldn't figure out why she had been assigned to Class D.

Just look at these people.

The boys were either brainless wastes like The Three Stooges who only knew how to complain, or outsiders like Koenji and Ayanokoji Kiyotaka who remained indifferent.

The girls were even more of a handful; after a few sentences, the topic would veer off by ten million degrees, turning into discussions about clothing, fashion, and karaoke preferences.

A bunch of insects in this class; it seemed that Class D truly meant the bottom-tier ranking in every sense.

I, Horikita Suzune, am so excellent, yet I have to be in the same class as these people.

Suddenly, the entire Class D looked toward the door without warning.

It was Tanaka Yukishin.

His aura was so intense that it triggered the survival instincts of everyone else.

Under the collective gaze of the crowd, he didn't panic.

He looked down at himself; his attire was perfectly fine.

Ah, I see. The Dragon Bloodline is still digesting the excess energy from the replenishment.

That's why my control over my own abilities isn't as smooth or precise as usual.

He adjusted the intensity of his passive aura.

The crowd retracted their gazes, whispering among themselves.

The Three Stooges muttered a few words, but didn't say anything else.

Being stupid doesn't mean they can't tell the difference between strength and weakness when the situation is obvious.

Karuizawa Kei felt nothing; she had experienced something even more intense yesterday, so this was hardly worth mentioning.

As for the members of Karuizawa's group.

No problem, absolutely no problem.

If it's a man as heroic as this.

It is absolutely possible, easily possible.

Chapter 18: Very good, I have become stronger. 18 chapters updated in a row.

Just as Tanaka Yukishin sat down, the homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae, arrived at the door.

The students, who had no time to react, shifted their targets.

"Teacher, why didn't the school tell us about this?"

The Three Stooges spoke up righteously.

"Yeah, the school promised that it only applies to Class A graduates. To hide such an important matter from us, you've already failed as a teacher!"

Slightly surprised, Chabashira Sae swept her gaze across the room.

"How did you find out?"

She had reviewed the entrance exam results of every student in Class D yesterday.

Aside from a pile of R-tier cards, there were only a few people worth noting.

Two revealed SSRs—Tanaka Yukishin and Koenji Rokusuke.

The former didn't care about expulsion and couldn't be coerced, only tempted.

The latter came from a wealthy conglomerate; how could a regular teacher like her dare to have any ideas?

Three SRs—Horikita Suzune, Hirata Yosuke, and Kushida Kikyo.

One SR-SSR (questionable)—Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

I still need to test the waters to determine the specific situation.

There is no way anyone could have discovered this, no matter how you look at it.

Among them, those with the ability to act lack any subjective initiative.

The two SSRs are both hedonists.

One came running to ask me how many points it would take to change rooms.

The other, according to information from a third-year student, went to enjoy a massage and being fed by a senior student.

As for those without ability... there is no need to say more.

Seeing that the teacher did not know what happened last night.

Class D's timely rain, Hirata Yosuke, told her the truth in every detail.

Anonymous account? → Tanaka Yukishin!

Ten thousand points → Tanaka Yukishin?

When she first heard about the anonymous account, Chabashira Sae immediately thought of Tanaka Yukishin's actions yesterday.

But the 10,000 points that followed made her uncertain again.

Would someone who charges her 1.2 million points for a single answer even care about these 10,000 points?

As a former student of this school who returned as a teacher after graduation due to an obsession, she knows exactly what those with real ability are capable of.

At this point in time, on the first day of school, the value of this information is in the tens of millions.

As for whether it is ten million, twenty million, or thirty million.