A Story Starting from Classroom of the Elite

Tanaka Yukishin felt a bit curious.

Hirata Yosuke scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"I went to karaoke with some classmates yesterday, and after that, I went to a friend's dorm to play games until four in the morning."

Hirata Yosuke looked exhausted, covering his mouth as he let out a yawn, while Sudo Ken stood by, smugly bragging about how he had been the one to wake Hirata Yosuke up.

"It's a good thing he had plans with me yesterday, otherwise, even though you can still apply in person after this afternoon, every club has a recruitment quota."

"When I found him, he was lying on a beach chair, soaking up the sun and catching up on sleep."

"Yeah, thanks to you, I appreciate it."

"We're all classmates, let's do our best together."

One of them wanted to join the soccer club, and the other wanted to join the basketball club.

They were chatting quite happily.

"By the way, are you two together?"

Hirata Yosuke only just realized it now.

Karuizawa Kei was linking arms with Tanaka Yukishin, her entire body pressed tightly against him.

Hearing this, Sudo burst into laughter, drawing the attention of the crowd nearby.

He mimicked Karuizawa Kei's arm-linking gesture, deliberately drawing out his tone.

"Hirata, you definitely haven't woken up yet! With a person this big hanging off his arm..."

"Do you need them to be face-to-face for you to see it?"

As he laughed, he patted Hirata Yosuke's shoulder with a hint of concern.

"You're not in great shape; make sure you don't make any typos when you sign your club application later."

"I won't, trust me."

After saying their goodbyes, the four figures drifted further and further away.

Hirata was still swaying as he walked, and Sudo reached out to grab his arm from time to time.

Karuizawa Kei skipped along, reaching for the cherry blossoms on the branches, her hair brushing against Tanaka Yukishin's cheek.

The boy sighed as if helpless, yet he quietly raised his hand to shield her from a low-hanging branch.

Their shadows cast on the ground were intertwined, like vines clinging tightly to one another, inseparable.

As the last cherry blossom petal brushed against the corner of Karuizawa Kei's upturned lips, she suddenly turned around and began walking backward.

"Hey, Yukishin."

The girl's silhouette, backlit by the sun, was rimmed with gold. "If... I mean, if more people come to the club room in the future..."

She kicked a pebble, watching it startle a flock of sparrows foraging for food.

"How many cushions will you prepare?"

Tanaka Yukishin gazed at the startled birds, suddenly remembering her trembling back and bitten lips from the night before.

He reached out to catch a falling petal and blew it away from his palm.

"That depends on... exactly how many people it takes to weather the storm together."

Chapter 42: Cats Are Attracted to Each Other

April 7th, Overcast

Kei-chan got the club established today.

For some reason, she named the club the Yukishin Society.

And strangely enough, the Student Council actually approved it.

It's as unbelievable as a fairy tale.

In Japan, establishing a club at a high school requires meeting many conditions.

One of them is to specify the type of activity (such as sports, cultural, or academic).

So, how on earth did this Yukishin Society pass the review?

April 10th, Sunny

After a week of house hunting, I finally picked a place I like.

They say points can buy anything, but when I asked for a larger room, Chabashira Sae told me this was the limit.

What a joke—I'm holding twenty million points and I can't even rent a bigger place!

In this Japanese society, class is truly everywhere.

Still, 100 square meters is enough for me.

On that same day, Karuizawa Kei and I officially began living together.

From then on, I lived a blissful life, waking up to a beautiful girl's special morning exercise routine and falling asleep to the ASMR of a beautiful girl licking my ear canal.

April 12th, sunny.

Matsushita Chiaki is a bit oblivious.

Because she lacks the ability herself, she pins her expectations on others.

For someone lacking in ability, this is indeed a wise move.

Clinging to a strong person isn't shameful, and being a "carried" player is fine too.

But I have absolutely no interest in moving up a class.

Expecting me, a future planetary ruler, to help you climb the ranks—you really have quite the imagination.

I gave you 100,000 points when we went to karaoke; having taken the benefits, you should be self-aware and honestly act like a ghost member.

Don't keep thinking about trying to persuade me.

If you truly annoy me, I'll wipe out your entire clan.

April 15th, sunny.

Why hasn't Kushida Kikyo come to find me yet?

Isn't she supposed to be friends with everyone?

I'm truly curious.

Forget it, I'll just leave it as a surprise.

I don't believe she can ignore my existence.

After finishing today's journal entry, I thought about things.

Tanaka Yukishin closed the notebook and casually placed it in the left drawer of his desk.

Under the protection of his fortune.

As long as he does not consent, no one can open it.

On the podium, Chabashira Sae was lecturing on history from the Kamakura period to the Sengoku period.

She didn't just read from the textbook; instead, she combined local customs, legends, and unofficial histories to explain the historical shifts of different eras and regions in a way that went from simple to profound.

The originally dull and dry history became interesting when retold through her mouth.

Even someone like Tanaka Yukishin, who had no interest in village-level skirmishes, could listen with great interest during Chabashira Sae's class, as if listening to an acquaintance tell a story.

Regarding this, Tanaka Yukishin's assessment was that Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School is indeed worthy of being a prestigious national school with a closed campus.

Aside from their penchant for shady dealings, their resources are maxed out.

Whether it be living resources or educational resources.

As for Chabashira Sae.

If we only talk about teaching experience and ability, she is undoubtedly an excellent history teacher.

But in terms of professional ethics, she has long since failed as a homeroom teacher.

Tanaka Yukishin had never seen a homeroom teacher who did absolutely nothing outside of teaching classes.

Ring, ring, ring...

As the bell for the end of class rang.

Chabashira Sae stopped the chalk she was writing with and tossed it into the box.

Then, she picked up the lesson plan from the podium and turned to leave.

Another day has passed; today was very fulfilling as well.

Tanaka Yukishin walked out of the classroom, preparing to grind today's dungeon.

According to the current progress, I should be able to clear all the clubs before the end of the month.

Karuizawa Kei habitually followed him, hooking her arm through his right one.

In the hallway, the sunlight slanted in through the window glass, gilding Karuizawa Kei's flaxen hair with a honey-like luster.

"Are you going again today?"

As she spoke, her fingertips unconsciously rubbed against the second button of Tanaka Yukishin's uniform.

The hem of her skirt rippled slightly with her movements, like water patterns silently declaring sovereignty.

This action drew a suppressed gasp from several girls at the corner of the hallway—they were hiding behind a fire hydrant, secretly filming, their phone lenses flashing in silence.

As a handsome guy, Tanaka Yukishin is very attractive to girls.

"Yes."

Tanaka Yukishin raised his hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Kei's ear; this overly intimate gesture drew a short, sharp scream from the onlookers.

"Then I'll go home first to wash and chop the ingredients, waiting for you, the great chef, to return."

Karuizawa Kei's eyelashes trembled and lowered, casting butterfly-wing shadows across her cheeks.

When she tilted her head to kiss him, she deliberately left a lipstick mark on Tanaka Yukishin's cheek rather than the corner of his mouth.

After the parting kiss, she pulled back her left hand and waved before walking away.

Tanaka Yukishin stood where he was, watching her until the gradient tips of her hair disappeared completely around the corner of the stairs.

He reached out to touch the still-warm lipstick mark and suddenly chuckled aloud to the empty air.

Even after accepting his harem declaration, she still insisted on staking her claim.

Kei-chan is truly adorable.

Afterward, Tanaka Yukishin went to his usual spot to repeat the activity he had already performed 15 times.

On his way home after finishing up, he suddenly saw a familiar figure ahead.

Sakura Airi had been feeling that something was wrong lately.

It felt as if someone was watching her from the shadows.

But no matter how hard she looked, she could never find the stalker.

She had tried changing her route.

Yet no matter where she went, that gaze hidden in the darkness, fixed upon her, never once disappeared.

The prolonged pressure left her face full of exhaustion, and her once-bright eyes had dimmed a little.

"Sakura-san?"

A male voice came from behind her.

Her footsteps faltered, and her breathing grew rapid.

She turned around in a panic.

It was Tanaka Yukishin.