So, why is this happening?

Standing at the podium, Yuki Gyakukai looked down and casually swept his gaze across the entire classroom.

Confirming that everyone was listening, he couldn't help but feel a bit relieved.

As expected, this was indeed Class B, known in the original work as the "good kid class"—they were just too obedient.

Sensing the expectant looks from the crowd, he didn't hesitate:

"Actually, even before coming to this school, I had my doubts about it.

After all, a one-hundred-percent advancement and employment rate, plus three years of free tuition, is a bit unrealistic. Even with the government backing it, I felt the same way."

"So today, after arriving at the school, I conducted an investigation:

First: This school believes in meritocracy above all else, with both academic ability and combat strength being important criteria.

Second: The so-called one-hundred-percent advancement and employment rate is a lie. In reality, after investigation, only students who graduate from Class A can enjoy this benefit.

Third: I went to the second- and third-year areas to observe and found that the class sizes aren't complete. That is, some classes don't have forty students. This doesn't make sense, because even if you can't graduate from Class A, with the school's excellent resources, no one would willingly give up.

So a reasonable deduction is that the school has a means to force students to drop out.

Fourth: The school doesn't distribute ten thousand points on the first of every month. The amount distributed isn't fixed, though the initial value should be ten thousand.

Fifth: Transferring between classes isn't impossible, but it requires twenty million personal points.

Sixth: Points are divided into class points and personal points. Both types can be increased or deducted through class competition activities called special exams.

That's everything I've discovered so far."

As his voice fell, the entire classroom fell silent.

Judging by the expressions of the seated students, their brains seemed to have short-circuited.

"Um, Teacher Hoshinomiya..."

Fortunately, a few still had their wits about them and turned their gazes to Chie Hoshinomiya, standing off to the side.

After all, in this classroom, the only one who truly understood the school's rules was their homeroom teacher.

Asking the teacher for help was a good approach, but all they got was disappointment.

"Sorry, but the teacher can't say anything about that. You'll have to figure it out on your own."

Not giving a direct answer already told everyone the truth.

At this moment, Hoshinomiya's eyes seemed to sparkle as she stared at Yuki Gyakukai on the podium, blinking.

She hadn't expected to actually catch a wild card, and it seemed to be the top-tier kind at that.

The Class B students hadn't anticipated their homeroom teacher's response, and the illusions they'd held about the school were now shattered.

But only for a moment, since they'd already harbored some distrust toward the school's advertised benefits from the start.

A pie falling from the sky—that kind of thing only existed in stories after all.

Yuki Gyakukai on the podium cleared his throat and spoke again:

"A heads-up: we're already in a special exam period. This one lasts a month and tests class discipline. So you get the idea."

Those who had already gained a rough understanding of the school from his earlier sharing of the rules

couldn't help silently cursing the school in their minds.

After all, what normal school would go through all this trouble?

"The school is too sneaky, not telling us all the rules."

"Good thing it's only the first day. On the surface, all four first-year classes are on equal footing, but now we already know the rules ahead of time..."

"Gyakukai-kun is really impressive. He entered school at the same time as us, yet he managed to discover so many rules in such a short time."

"..."

"Alright, alright, everyone, pause for a moment. I hate to interrupt your fun, but time's running out. The opening ceremony is about to start, so finish up whatever you need to discuss quickly."

Hoshinomiya interrupted the chatter, smiling as she raised her phone to show everyone the time.

Glancing at Hoshinomiya, Yuki Gyakukai felt most of the attention shift back to him.

After all, it was the first day of school, and no one knew each other well yet. Everyone was still in the probing and testing stage.

Driven by fear of an unfamiliar environment, they instinctively recognized the person receiving the most attention as the leader.

In other words...

"Everyone, I originally came to this school just to experience high school life. I never expected the school's true nature to be like this...

You should have a general idea of my abilities by now. Considering the school's special nature, I want to become the class leader.

Unquestionably, when Yuki Gyakukai said those words, he had already gained the approval of most.

Of course, it's undeniable that some might not agree with him, but for the sake of their future school life, they chose to go along with the majority.

After that, Yuki Gyakukai officially became the class leader on the first day of school—the first class leader of the first year.

The opening ceremony ended.

The entire opening ceremony was nothing more than speeches, holding little real significance.

During this time, the members of Class B, who had been somewhat anxious earlier, now had smiles plastered back on their faces as they chatted and made friends with one another.

However, mindful of the school rules they had learned earlier, they consciously avoided interacting with students from other classes in the same grade.

One reason: the more you say, the more mistakes you make.

Gaoyu's campus environment was exceptionally beautiful. Since the school was located on an isolated island, it was surrounded by the sea on all sides, with occasional sea breezes carrying a faint salty, fishy scent.

The entire island was filled with cherry blossom trees and lush greenery. Judging by their neat and uniform appearance, they must have been trimmed by the school staff before the term began.

Though the scenery around him was pleasant, Yuki Gyakukai had no time to appreciate it. Instead, he stared with a face full of black lines at the group of girls in front of him.

"Tomie, so how did things end up like this?"

His body was covered with shopping bags of all sizes, most of which contained feminine products like body wash, shampoo, and skincare items.

Every single one of his fingers was occupied, and even a large tote bag was hanging from his neck.

In response to his inquiry, Tomie let out a dissatisfied snort, her jet-black, jewel-like eyes glaring fiercely at him.

"And why do you think that is, my~ fi~ancé~?"

The girls around, who had initially been tempted to help, now all lowered their heads under Tomie's oppressive aura, turning their faces away.

Tomie, brimming with jealousy, stepped forward with a dark expression and pointed at the red lipstick stain on his shirt.