Sensing Something Wrong

Almost at the same moment, a woman wearing a professional suit walked into the classroom.

She was about thirty years old, with her hair tied in a simple ponytail, looking both capable and elegant. Her brownish-yellow eyes held wisdom and resolve, as if she could see through a person's heart at a single glance.

Her figure was perfectly proportioned, 86/59/84... ahem... she undoubtedly possessed an angelic profession and a devilish figure, making it hard for anyone to ignore her.

"Hello everyone, I am Sae Chabashira, the new teacher for Class 1-D. Under normal circumstances, I will be your Japanese History teacher for the next three years, as well as your homeroom teacher." Her voice echoed clearly in every corner of the classroom.

"Since that is clear, I look forward to working with you over the next three years. The entrance ceremony will be held in the gymnasium in one hour. During this time, I will introduce you to the school's materials."

After speaking, she began to distribute a stack of documents to all the students present.

Onizuka Tsukasa took the documents and flipped through them. He had already learned this information during the body search at the entrance, so there was nothing unusual.

He only paid attention when Sae Chabashira emphasized the point system circulating within the school and the special S System.

"There is nothing that cannot be bought," and "As long as it is within the school, anything can be purchased."

She repeated this sentence almost twice, which made Onizuka Tsukasa frown; it seemed this was not a slip of the tongue.

It seems these points are even more important than I imagined, Onizuka Tsukasa thought to himself.

However, the words that followed from Sae Chabashira plunged Onizuka Tsukasa into deep self-doubt.

"On the first of every month, points will be deposited into your student ID cards. Everyone should have received 100,000 points by now, right? By the way, the purchasing power of points to Japanese Yen within the school is one-to-one. That is all."

No, no, no... something must be wrong...

Everyone receiving 100,000 points a month without working for it—such generous conditions would absolutely foster laziness.

Isn't this kind of system paving the way for sloth and indulgence?

For the school to use this to test human nature is an act of extreme stupidity!

The image of that free fruit and vegetable set in the cafeteria flashed through his mind!

If everything was exactly as Sae Chabashira said, then why would such a thing exist? No matter how you explain it, it seems far-fetched.

!!!!

Onizuka Tsukasa suddenly realized something very important: Sae Chabashira never explicitly stated that the points issued every month would always be 100,000!

In her phrasing, "points will be issued every month" and "what you have received now" are two completely different concepts.

It was just obscured by her specific word order and attitude.

And the points issued by this school must change based on something—perhaps it is the S System she mentioned in passing.

Recalling what that person in the cafeteria said earlier—Class D, free set meal, trash—if one makes that connection, then perhaps the entire class is a community of shared destiny.

Everyone in the class shares a score determined by some mechanism, and points are issued based on that score!

In other words, I will be dragged down by this trash!

Realizing this, Onizuka Tsukasa made up his mind.

In order to have a wonderful three-year life and an ideal job after graduation, he must get out of this class.

"There is nothing that cannot be bought."

This sentence from Sae Chabashira suddenly appeared in Onizuka Tsukasa's mind. Perhaps... that could be bought too?

By the time Onizuka Tsukasa cleared his thoughts, Sae Chabashira had finished her speech and left the classroom, leaving behind a group of rowdy students.

Watching his classmates excitedly discuss how to squander their 100,000 points, Onizuka Tsukasa couldn't help but sneer, thinking to himself: I really hope they can still laugh next month.

Just then, a handsome boy exuding an "I am a good person" aura stood up, causing the classroom to briefly quiet down.

"Everyone, we will be together for the next three years starting today, but we don't even know each other's names yet. How about we introduce ourselves?"

"My name is Yosuke Hirata. I hope everyone will just call me Yosuke. My hobby is soccer, and I intend to keep playing it. I look forward to working with you all."

His voice was clear and infectious. As he spoke, he wore a sunny smile, as if he carried a warm aura with him.

A chorus of agreement immediately rang out in the classroom, and many people nodded, clearly feeling very favorable toward this boy.

Afterward, others stood up to speak, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

As the introductions went on one by one, Onizuka Tsukasa also learned the name of the girl he had noticed earlier: Kikyo Kushida, a girl determined to be friends with everyone.

Of course, things rarely develop in the direction people expect.

Just as the atmosphere was heating up, a boy with bright red dyed hair, who might as well have had the word "delinquent" carved onto his face, suddenly erupted.

"Who wants to keep playing this childish game with you? Don't take yourself so seriously!"

With that, he shoved his desk aside and left.

Immediately after, several other students followed him out of the classroom. Surprisingly, Horikita Suzune also stood up and walked out.

Is it still just a childish temperament? It seems my first impression of her on the bus was not wrong at all.

As these people left the classroom one after another, the students who remained actually seemed more relaxed and began to chat.

"Seriously, there are all kinds of people."

"Don't take it to heart, Yosuke-kun. Just let people like that go!"

The process continued, and one by one, they went on with their self-introductions.

Soon, it was the turn of the blond-haired man whom Onizuka Tsukasa had encountered on the bus.

At this moment, he was holding a mirror and grooming himself as if no one else were around—no, rather than grooming, it would be more accurate to say he was admiring himself.

He did not react at all to the fact that it was his turn.

Yosuke Hirata reminded him, "Excuse me, classmate, it's your turn to introduce yourself."

The blond man, having been reminded, didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed; he didn't even change his posture, simply crossing his legs and saying:

"Very well, boy. My name is Koenji Rokusuke, the only son of the Koenji Conglomerate. I am the one destined to lead you all in the future, so please treat me well from here on out."

"Oh, and one more thing: please don't let me see anything 'ugly,' as I am simply so beautiful, hahahaha."

With that, he flipped his bangs upward.

What a weirdo. Almost everyone thought so, but no one dared to voice it, perhaps out of fear of his background or perhaps his muscles.

Next was the unremarkable self-introduction of the person sitting in front of me, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka; it had no highlights, just plain and ordinary.

Soon, it was my turn.

"Onizuka Tsukasa. That is all."

Clearly, there is no need for any deep interaction with classmates who have already been judged as defective, is there?