The Story That Began at Classroom of the Elite: Chapter 62

Tachibana Akane suddenly covered her mouth, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a soliloquy.

Convenience store.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is working part-time at the shop.

They took off their school uniforms and put on work clothes.

He deliberately pulled his shop assistant hat down low, covering most of his face, leaving only his well-defined chin visible.

This angle allows you to observe customers without attracting too much attention.

He skillfully took the goods handed to him by the customer and scanned the barcode to confirm the amount.

Then, watch as the customer swipes the terminal to pay.

While working, he often chatted casually with some customers.

The customers didn't realize that the convenience store clerk was a student, not an adult, under his hat.

After habitually collecting some bits and pieces of information, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka finally had some free time.

He opened a bowl of instant noodles, tore open the ingredient packet along the pointed corner, and sprinkled the seasoning evenly over the noodles.

Fill the water dispenser with hot water.

He took out his terminal, ready to record some recent noteworthy events.

He's been doing this job for three days now.

On the very day that Tanaka Yukishin sold Part-time Job Permit, he promptly purchased one.

Then, with his decisive first-mover advantage, he successfully surpassed the other hesitant students and became a convenience store clerk.

This job has several advantages.

1. You can earn points

2. As a newcomer, customers at the convenience store rarely recognize him. He can use his work time to gather information that customers casually reveal during conversations.

3. As he became more familiar with the outside world, he gradually realized that as a student from the White Room, he was actually out of touch with society in some ways.

As I was writing, I suddenly heard arguing next to me.

His voice carried a deliberate provocation.

"And it's you again, the flawed one! How did your class do in the sorting this time?"

"What's it to you? Want to fight? You coward who ran away halfway through last time."

Ken Sudō's roar made the goods on the shelf tremble slightly.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka noticed that his clenched fist had turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged menacingly.

It turned out to be Ken Sudō and those three upperclassmen.

The four of them are so destined to be together.

We sparked a connection on the first day of school, and we sparked another one today.

However, as a student in Class D, and as a convenience store clerk...

He can't turn a blind eye.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka pressed the lid of the instant noodle tightly shut, took off his work clothes, and got up to leave.

Ken Sudō's training went smoothly today, so he decided to go to the convenience store to buy some snacks as a reward for himself.

Unexpectedly, I ran into those three cowardly senior students again on the first day of school.

"Judging by your appearance, you're still in Class D. A flawed product is a flawed product."

"You three bastards"

Enraged, Ken Sudō raised his fist to strike.

At that moment, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka arrived and stopped Ken Sudō in time.

"Sudo, I'll do it."

"The three senior students just mentioned defective products, right?"

He stood in front of his enraged companion, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

The three high school sophomores looked indifferent and curled their lip in disdain.

"So what if we tell you? Are you going to hit us? These younger generations are really hopeless."

"Of course not, I personally hate using force. But which class are you three seniors in?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over the security camera in the corner of the ceiling.

The senior student at the head of the class puffed out his chest, looking proud.

"What, are you planning to scout this place out and get revenge on us? Let me tell you, we're from Class B of the second year of high school."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka nodded slightly, as if confirming some important information.

His voice suddenly rose a few decibels, making sure all the surrounding customers could hear him.

"So that's how it is. Given that only Class A was the winner, the seniors in Class B of the second year of high school were not ashamed but proud. Instead of trying to move up a class, they vented their frustration and anger at their juniors. They even used the highly discriminatory term 'defective product' in the sacred Matoba of the school."

Ken Sudō stared wide-eyed; he had never seen Ayanokoji Kiyotaka speak so eloquently.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's speech slowed down, each word sounding like a dull knife cutting into flesh.

The three senior students' faces began to turn pale.

"I'll go to the convenience store later to get the video recording and provide it to the school."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka specifically emphasized finding a convenience store rather than acting as a clerk, making every effort to conceal his identity.

"I hope the three senior students will still be able to smile then."

The air froze instantly.

The senior student in the lead opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His companions had already begun to retreat, their eyes darting around, searching for an exit.

Several students who were selecting goods nearby stopped what they were doing and curiously watched the standoff.

"How do you want to solve this..." the senior student finally managed to squeeze out, his voice dry as if it had been sanded.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka calmly looked at Ken Sudō.

What do you think?

"I demand an apology from them!"

Ken Sudō paused for a moment, then straightened his back.

His voice still carried anger, but it was much calmer than before.

"Anything else?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka gently guided him.

Ken Sudō frowned and thought for a moment.

"And... compensation for emotional distress!"

"A reasonable request." Ayanokoji Kiyotaka turned to the three upperclassmen. "I hope you can apologize to my friend and pay 100,000 points as compensation for emotional distress."

"100,000?!"

One of the senior students couldn't help but exclaim, only to be glared at fiercely by his companion.

The senior student in the lead gritted his teeth.

"... Can."

He turned to Ken Sudō and said stiffly, "I'm sorry."

The other two also reluctantly apologized.

The surrounding students whispered among themselves, and some secretly took out their phones to record the scene.

"Transfer your points now."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka added, watching the three reluctantly operate the terminal to complete the transfer.

As the three slunk away from the convenience store, some of the students who had been watching couldn't help but applaud.

Ken Sudō scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, and said to Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, "Thanks... I didn't expect you to be so eloquent."

Chapter 67 66 Study Group

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow of Ken Sudō's tall figure.

He was wearing a wrinkled school uniform, and his forehead was still covered in sweat from exercising. He hurriedly caught up with Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ken Sudō shouted gruffly, while rapidly operating his phone.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka stopped and looked at him calmly.

With a "ding," Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's phone received a transfer notification.

Ken Sudō transferred 50,000 points.

"Take it," Ken Sudō scratched his head, his voice suddenly lowering, "If you hadn't intervened, I might have already started fighting those three cowards."

His fists clenched and unclenched unconsciously, clearly still suppressing his anger.

"I'm confident I can beat them, but this action would obviously hurt the Class Points. And I'd also be suspended from school for a while."

Ken Sudō, belatedly realizing what had happened, was filled with gratitude.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka nodded.

"You're right... then I'll accept it."

Ken Sudō paused, then quickly added, "Oh, right, I actually had something to ask you!"

Ken Sudō's voice rose and fell, sounding somewhat urgent.

"Didn't we add the account?"

"Sorry, I just remembered. I've been juggling studies, club activities, and part-time jobs lately, so my schedule has been a bit too busy."

"I just can't do anything with you..."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka shook his head helplessly.

Ken Sudō sighed, then lowered his voice, "Actually, I'd like you to talk to Yukimura, Koenji, Tanaka... um, and Horikita Suzune. See if they'd be willing to hold a book club or study group."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I remember Hirata was holding a study session right now, and you two seemed to get along quite well."

"I've already joined," Ken Sudō, scratching his head in frustration. "I've been learning for a few days, but I don't feel like I'm getting much results. So I'm wondering if those students with stronger academic abilities might have better study methods, or be better at explaining problems."

"Then why don't you contact them yourself?"

Ken Sudō's face flushed red. "You saw it yourself, I'm rather impatient and easily angered. And I'm not very good at talking." He lowered his head, his voice trailing off. "So I'm worried I'll mess this up."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka observed Ken Sudō's unusual show of weakness, and after a moment's thought, said, "Well, alright. I'll give it a try. But let me make it clear beforehand, I can't guarantee I'll be able to recruit anyone."

"That was a huge help!"

Ken Sudō's eyes lit up.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka then asked, puzzled.

"By the way, why did you suddenly want to study?"

Ken Sudō leaned against the windowsill, gazing at the basketball court in the distance.

"It's probably because of what Tanaka- kun said at the beginning of the month. Ayanokōji, my dream is to become a professional basketball player. So the national-level Basketball Club at Advanced Nurturing High School is the best platform for me. I can't be expelled, so I want to change." His tone was more serious than ever before. "However, it seems that the effect isn't very obvious so far."

"Then good luck." Ayanokoji Kiyotaka glanced at his watch. "I'll give you an answer within three days."

"Uh! It really takes three days?" Ken Sudō became impatient again. "Hurry up, I don't have much time left before my midterms at the end of the month."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka remained unmoved.

"I can't just say it directly. Being prepared before taking action will increase the chances of success."