Ten Thousand Points a Month? This School is Crazy!

The self-introductions ended just like that.

Kushida Kikyo maintained that gentle, kind smile, effortlessly chatting up classmates left and right, able to strike up a conversation with anyone, her popularity absurdly high.

This was a saint-level figure who could even befriend ugly goblins.

She spread indiscriminate kindness to everyone, even managing to talk to multiple people at once, keeping up with any topic.

Her face stayed fixed with a spring-like smile, and from time to time she scattered +9 cuteness across the land indiscriminately. At this rate, the goblins would all be letting out collective "Oohs."

And this was only the first day of school. She was a true social butterfly extraordinaire.

"Tsukishima-kun, we're planning to check out the supermarket. Want to come along?"

As expected of the saint. She even remembered me. Truly touching.

Tsukishima shook his head: "I'm planning to go after the entrance ceremony."

"Ehh~ Is that so? Okay then."

The saint and her guard squad left.

Tsukishima rested his head on the desk, pulled out his little notebook, and started drawing.

It was a small hobby of his. He'd once considered making doujinshi to earn some cash, but his drawing skills weren't up to par. Compared to people, he was better at landscapes.

Two hours later.

Tsukishima walked out of the gymnasium. The entrance ceremony was over.

Aside from the student council president being Horikita Manabu, who seemed to be a relative of Horikita Suzune, there was nothing worth mentioning.

Just the usual spiel: study hard, no violence, and so on.

The next morning.

Tsukishima walked into the classroom with his bag.

"Morning, Tsukishima-kun."

Ah, it was the saint.

"Morning, Kushida-san."

After exchanging greetings, they each sorted out their materials for class.

Soon, the teacher arrived—a middle-aged man with glasses, teaching math.

Tsukishima's notes flew across the page.

The math teacher's teaching level was high, about three stories high—simple explanations, clear logic, meticulous thinking. But he was a bit single-player.

He completely ignored the students' little antics.

Tsukishima suddenly raised his hand.

The math teacher was visibly startled: "Tsukishima-kun, is there a problem?"

"Teacher, regarding the equations and formulas you just explained, isn't there another method..."

The math teacher didn't hesitate at all: "Yes, regarding the other method..."

The bell rang for the end of class. Tsukishima grabbed his notebook and rushed up: "Teacher, I have a few more questions..."

The math teacher gave him a surprised look, then started explaining as they walked.

For all the classes that followed, whenever Tsukishima encountered something unclear, he raised his hand to ask. This left the teachers a bit at a loss, since this was Class D—let's just say, those in the know, know.

Tsukishima could sense something from the teachers' expressions and attitudes, but he didn't care. After all, wasn't the purpose of coming to school to learn?

And it also let him avoid socializing with the bunch of lunatics in his class. What a win-win!

Speaking of lunatics, he had to mention the two great gods, Yamauchi Haruki and Ike Kanji.

They actually discussed galgames openly in public. This was Japan—getting labeled an otaku meant guaranteed ostracism.

All Tsukishima could say was, he admired their courage.

The following days were relatively ordinary.

Tsukishima chased after the subject teachers everywhere. Class D's students gradually grew more outgoing—so outgoing that they'd burst out laughing during class.

Passing notes was way too lame. They'd even stick their necks out two miles right in front of the teacher, telling each other jokes.

Honestly, in both of Tsukishima's lives combined, he'd never met humans who could stretch their necks that far. Seriously, were these guys even human?

Another day after class.

Tsukishima headed to the teachers' office as usual.

Math teacher Tomoya Mashima smiled: "Tsukishima's here again. Diligent as always."

Tsukishima chuckled and poured him a cup of water: "The slow bird needs an early start. I'm not a clever genius—Goldbach would probably be shocked that a monkey can talk if he saw me. So I can only work as hard as I can."

Tomoya Mashima took a sip of water: "Don't say that. When it comes to studying, you're quite talented. You can be a bit more confident."

He didn't know why this kid had been placed in Class D, but as a teacher, it was his duty to guide students onto the right path.

Tsukishima smiled: "Finding confidence in this school isn't easy. And besides..."

The office door suddenly opened.

"Honami-chan, I'm just a little teacher, so don't ask me so many questions... Oh my, Yuuto-kun is here again."

Chie Hoshinomiya cut off her words, bouncing over like a young girl to stand beside Tomoya Mashima and Tsukishima: "Wow, what neat handwriting. What a diligent, good child."

"I'm so jealous of you, Mashima-kun, having such a hardworking student in your class. So jealous."

Tomoya Mashima: "Tsukishima is a student in Class D."

Chie Hoshinomiya paused, her eyes narrowing unconsciously: "Eh, so he's Chabashira's student~"

She drew out her final syllable, her gaze drifting toward the corner of the office—the desk of Class D's homeroom teacher, Sae Chabashira.

"How unbelievable. Chabashira actually has a student who likes studying this much?"

She leaned over, her voice twisting and turning. This was a classic old cutesy act.

He paused, glancing at the girl following behind Hoshinomiya—pink hair, a gentle smile, the kind that fit the "model student" template perfectly.

At first glance, she looked like the wife-and-mother type.

"And what else?" Ichinose Honami asked curiously, picking up on Tsukishima's interrupted words.

"Besides, this school doesn't feel right. If I don't work hard, I won't feel secure."

Tomoya Mashima's hand, holding his water cup, paused. His gaze drifted over.

Chie Hoshinomiya fell silent too.

"Doesn't feel right?"

"Yeah. Ten thousand points per person every month for free—how much does that cost per month? Even if the people behind it don't care about the money, a conglomerate's nature is to never do something that doesn't turn a profit. They wouldn't bother with such a thankless task."

"I'm guessing the points aren't free. There's probably a deduction system—failing grades, breaking school rules, things like that. If it hits zero, you might get expelled. And even after expulsion, they might come after you for tuition."

"A 100% advancement rate? Just weed out the failures, and of course it's 100%."

If you looked at the state of each class, you could tell—Class A was the best, Class D the worst.

Ichinose Honami blinked, her eyes widening slightly: "So that's how it is... No wonder the school gives out so many points."

She lowered her head, as if digesting the information, then looked up seriously at Tsukishima: "Thank you for telling me this. I'll remind my classmates to be careful."

Tsukishima's gaze swept over inadvertently—cough, Class B's meals were pretty good.

"Don't mention it. Even if I didn't say it, the teachers would probably announce it next month. With Class B's situation, you're stable. Honestly, except for Class D, where I am, everyone else should be fine."

Ichinose Honami paused, a worried expression crossing her face: "But... if that's the case, won't everyone in Class D be in danger?"

She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully, then spoke cautiously: "Um... even though Tsukishima-kun might think they're a bit... well, you're still classmates. If you know the rules, can't you at least warn them?"

Tsukishima thought of the gods in his class and sighed: "Honestly, I wish those freaks would just get lost."

Especially Ike Kanji's trio—like toads staring at frogs, ugly but playing dirty.

Ichinose was amused by his tone: "Tsukishima-kun has a funny way of talking... By the way, I'm Ichinose Honami from Class B. Nice to meet you."

Tsukishima nodded: "I know. You're pretty well-known."

"Eh?" Ichinose blinked. "Well-known?"

"Yeah. Your name's on all sorts of rankings." Tsukishima's expression didn't change. "Not that I voted, though."

Ichinose paused, then caught on, her face flushing red: "Th-those kinds of rankings..."

"Relax. I only care about the academic rankings." Tsukishima held up the workbook in his hand.