Rules? I'll go straight to the bottom!

With nothing left to live for, he returned to the classroom and simply dumped the drunk Chie Hoshinomiya onto the podium.

Weaving through the aisle, his hands moved without pause, quickly unbuttoning the red school uniform jacket that had been invaded by the unfamiliar stench of alcohol.

The classroom wasn't noisy at the moment. All the students of Class B sat orderly in their seats, their gazes occasionally lingering on him.

After all, anyone who heard his anguished shout outside the classroom earlier couldn't help but feel a hint of bitterness and sorrow.

As the last button came undone, Yuki Gyakukai, his face full of disgust, casually gathered the red jacket stained with vomit and draped it over the window, hoping to air out the nauseating smell of alcohol.

The wind outside seemed to understand his intent, rushing in quickly to drive away the lingering scent on him.

The wild wind surged in relentlessly, and the previously silent classroom instantly stirred to life.

Some of the girls nearby covered their flushed faces with one hand while using the other to press down their skirts, which the wind was lifting.

Standing closest to the window, Yuki Gyakukai let the wind tousle his messy hair, his expression blank.

Behind him came occasional gasps, and even more clearly, the sound of swallowed saliva.

So, what kind of perverted class have I walked into?

On the podium, After accepting that this drunken female teacher was their homeroom instructor, Ichinose's pretty face broke into a helpless smile.

Having already returned to her seat, she looked somewhat resignedly at Hoshinomiya, who was still quite tipsy.

What could she do?

Just accept it, right? Her classmates were all easy to get along with, and spending three years here without tuition fees should... shouldn't... be hard?

She faltered at the end, lacking confidence.

After all, their teacher Hoshinomiya had once again vomited cleanly in front of the whole class.

Chihiro Shiramami and others in the front row felt their eyes were polluted and their noses violated.

The strong stench of alcohol and the pungent remnants of various food scraps lingered in the classroom.

You've really outdone yourself, Chie Hoshinomiya. If I'd known it would be like this, I should have just dumped you in the restroom on the way...

"Um... Teacher Hoshinomiya, are you okay? If you're feeling unwell, we'll take you to the health room first?"

Having just thrown up, Hoshinomiya felt much better, but her stomach still burned.

Facing the cute girl in the front row with a little white flower in her hair—Chihiro Shiramami—she casually pinched her cheek.

Feeling the warmth on her face, Chihiro Shiramami wrinkled her nose in disgust.

So gross. It's over, I'm tainted.

Chihiro, oh Chihiro, why couldn't you have been braver and just refused?

[Chihiro Shiramami—Image]

Perking up, Chie Hoshinomiya scanned the entire classroom and put on a perfectly timed smile:

"It looks like everyone's here. First, welcome to this school... ugh..."

Before she could finish, Hoshinomiya doubled over in another dry heave.

"Hey—! We really should take you to the health room first. This can't be good like this."

"It's fine, it's fine. And even if you take me to the health room, it won't help, because I'm the health teacher myself. Eheh!"

Eheh my ass!

Watching the old woman on the podium pretend to be cute by tapping her own head, Yuki Gyakukai's face darkened with exasperation.

The entire class fell silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Hoshinomiya on the podium—sure enough, this homeroom teacher was way too unreliable.

"First of all, I want to say that this school doesn't change classes for three years, so everyone needs to get along peacefully for the next three years."

As Hoshinomiya spoke from the podium, student handbooks were passed down one by one.

Taking the handbook handed over by the purple-haired girl in front, Yuki Gyakukai sat down and began to read through the school's details carefully.

What it said matched the school's earlier public announcements: three years of closed management, no contact with the outside world during school hours, with corresponding communication devices provided for that purpose.

It prohibited unauthorized departure from campus, but voluntary withdrawal was allowed.

Furthermore, since students would be staying on campus for three years, to ensure diversity, the school had set up various commercial districts and entertainment facilities, including but not limited to: karaoke, cafes, movie theaters, etc.

Finally, this involved the three-year tuition waiver. Because there was no tuition, the school would issue each enrolled student an independent student ID card to purchase items on campus.

Using the student ID card to buy things would consume a certain amount of points, and when points ran out, purchases couldn't be made.

It felt similar to the digital currency they'd used before, the difference being that one could be paid with a terminal, while the other required swiping a card.

Sitting to Yuki Gyakukai's right, Tomie's eyes flickered with barely concealed excitement as she read the rules in the handbook—this was what she wanted: three years of solitude.

"Everything on campus, as long as it's not illegal, can be bought with points."

When she said this, Hoshinomiya's speech was very slow, enunciating each word as if she wanted to drill that sentence into every student's head below.

"Everyone can check the account on your phones now. The school should have already transferred 100,000 points to you. For the next three years, points will be issued on the 1st of every month."

Ichinose Honami curiously opened her newly issued terminal and found on the account page that the so-called 100,000 points had indeed been transferred.

But he didn't really feel it—after all, he still had no idea what ten thousand points could actually buy. The next sentence, however, made her hand tremble involuntarily.

"Each point has the same purchasing power as one yen."

She couldn't help but tighten her grip on the phone in her hand, her two hands twisting together so hard they left red marks, yet she still kept her eyes locked on that string of numbers.

Ten thousand yen... was it really that easy to get?

Doubt crept into her heart, a sense of unreality washing over her soul.

"Did everyone hear that clearly?"

Hoshinomiya smiled cheerfully as she looked down at the Class B students, who had already started murmuring among themselves.

After all, this was equivalent to the purchasing power of ten thousand yen—even converted to foreign currency, that was about five thousand yuan.

Most of the Class B students present had probably been living on a monthly allowance of just five thousand yen before this. Now, at barely over ten years old and just enrolled, the school was telling them they had ten thousand yen in living expenses.

Their minds were still blank.

Seeing the adorable expressions of the students below and realizing time might be running short, Hoshinomiya clapped her hands to draw their attention back to her.

"Now, if anyone has questions, feel free to ask. Teacher might be able to answer them."

To be honest, Hoshinomiya was quite curious whether her class had a wildcard. If they did, wouldn't that be a huge win?

She could directly trample Sae Chabashira's Class D underfoot. Just imagining that cold face turning sour gave her an inexplicable thrill.

"Hey, Hoshinomiya-sensei, could you step aside? Even if you're spacing out, don't do it here—time's running short."

"Eh—! Yuki-kun, you're so harsh, chasing your teacher off the podium and mocking her for spacing out. Is this what they call the student surpassing the master?"

Seeing Yuki Gyakukai suddenly appear beside her, Hoshinomiya was both stubborn and lacking in humility, but she did manage to give up the podium.

As Hoshinomiya stepped down, Yuki Gyakukai walked to the center of the podium. The gazes in the classroom shifted with his movement.

Everyone looked at the podium, at Yuki Gyakukai in his white shirt, exuding an irresistible allure.

"Next, I'm going to talk about the school rules, so please keep this to yourselves for the next month."

When those words came out, everyone in the classroom held their breath, and even Hoshinomiya's eyes widened.

A bunch of rookies—figuring out the rules is too boring. Let's just go straight for the bottom line!

Let these guys taste the joy of knowing ahead of time.