Points Arrived: 5000, Class D Explodes

The May wind grew warmer.

Tsukishima's painting skills were improving quickly too; he could now draw simple portraits.

President Yamada said he was ready to start trying.

[Tsukishima]: That's about it. Starting tomorrow, please come to my dorm on time to be my model, oh Saintess.

[Kushida]: Got it, I'll be good and obedient.

[Tsukishima]: Don't give me that useless crap. I'm keeping the full chat logs here. Be good, I'll be gentle.

"Kushida, are you feeling unwell? Your face looks a bit off."

Surrounded by her girlfriends, Kushida slipped her phone into her pocket.

Her peripheral vision caught Tsukishima making faces at her, and she wished she could blow up with him right then and there.

"It's nothing, maybe I ate something bad. I'm going to the bathroom."

Kushida, still wearing her warm smile, quickly ran out of the classroom, reached the restroom, and locked herself in a stall.

She pulled out her phone and started typing furiously.

[Kushida]: What exactly do you want?

[Tsukishima]: Didn't we agree? You're my model.

[Tsukishima]: My painting skills have improved lately, and I can draw portraits now, so I need a model. Of course, if you want evidence, you can join in too.

[Tsukishima]: Naturally, you can also vent your inner feelings, but keep it down. It wouldn't be good if others heard.

[Kushida]: Next time, remember to wait until I have time to talk!

[Tsukishima]: No way. As a pervert, isn't it normal for me to activate some little props when the Saintess sheds her radiance?

[Tsukishima]: In front of everyone, the holy Saintess has to endure the throbbing of her body and heart—isn't that exciting?

[Kushida]: You're such a pervert! Disgusting! Go die!

Kushida crouched in the restroom stall for five minutes, staring at the lines on her phone screen—"in front of everyone," "holy Saintess," "isn't that exciting"—and nearly threw her phone into the toilet.

But in the end, she took a deep breath, put her phone away, and fixed her expression in the mirror.

In the mirror, her smile was perfect, flawless.

She pushed open the door and walked back to the classroom.

As soon as she entered, she heard Yamauchi's wail:

"5000?! Why only 5000 points?! I was so well-behaved! I didn't even skip class!"

Ike was clutching his phone and screaming: "You've got to be kidding me! My game gacha plans!"

The gal group was also in a chorus of lament:

"My new lipstick..."

"My nail art..."

"How are we supposed to survive this month..."

Kushida froze for a moment, then quickly pulled out her phone.

[Monthly Personal Points Arrival Notice]

5000 points

"Kushida-san!" Yamauchi rushed over like he'd seen a savior, "Check your phone! The points! Only 5000!"

Kushida cooperatively covered her mouth, eyes wide:

"How... so little..."

Hirata stepped forward, trying to restore order:

"Everyone, calm down! Let's first figure out what's going on—"

"Calm down, my ass!" Sudo slammed the table and stood up, "What can 5000 points even do! It's gone after two meals!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

"Is the school trying to starve us to death!"

The classroom fell into chaos.

Just then, the classroom door slid open.

Sae Chabashira walked in on high heels, holding a stack of documents.

She stood at the podium and slammed the papers onto the desk with a smack. The students looked at her.

Chabashira said nothing, just stared.

Slowly, the students returned to their seats.

Ike Kanji timidly raised his hand: "Sensei, why did we only get 5000 points this month..."

Chabashira curled her lips: "Didn't you already know the school's rules? That was purchased by Kushida-san for 200,000 points."

"Kushida, it seems you've wasted all your points."

Though she spoke to Kushida, her gaze was fixed on Tsukishima.

Yamauchi stepped forward. "But we've been good! No one's skipped class..."

Under Chabashira's stare, Yamauchi wilted.

"Why don't you keep going? How many times have you played on your phone, done your nails, or passed notes in class?"

"Even after being clearly informed of the school's rules, you still managed to use up all your points in the first month. You're the first D-Class to do so in school history."

She wrote a line on the blackboard.

Individual Points = Class Points × 100

Then she wrote the points of the other classes.

A: 960

B: 870

C: 500

D: 50

"With only 50 class points left, doesn't that give each of you exactly 5,000 individual points?"

"This is a school, established by the government and corporations. It's not a charity."

"Even if it were a charity, you defective lot wouldn't qualify for relief, would you?"

Chabashira tossed the chalk in her hand and folded her arms. "But you're not completely out of luck. If you surpass Class C in next month's midterm exams, you'll earn 100 class points."

"However, if you fail, you'll be expelled."

"I'm really curious. How many of you will still be here by next month?"

Sudo shot to his feet, furious. "What do you mean by that! I've never heard of any such thing!"

Chabashira pressed her hands on the lectern, sneering. "Who said I had to tell you every rule? I believe I mentioned this before—this is a school that prizes ability above all."

With that, she began teaching on her own, going over the previous quiz paper.

The class was quiet. Tsukishima was pleased.

The bell rang.

Yamauchi Haruki and Ike Kanji sidled over, all smiles. "Hey, Tsukishima, we haven't seen you spend anything since school started. You must still have a lot of points on you."

Tsukishima spread his hands. "I do have some, but I joined the manga club. Buying manga equipment is a huge expense too. I can't lend you any."

"Tsukishima, we're classmates, we're brothers! You can get by with cheaper equipment—it won't make much difference!"

"Yeah, yeah, Tsukishima, you can ask your club seniors to borrow theirs for now!"

"I'll let you borrow my game console—it's got tons of games!"

"We'll definitely pay you back next month!"

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I've already placed an order with the shop owner. Can't change it now."

Ike immediately stood up and started shouting. "Hey, hey, hey, are you kidding me? We're classmates! This is so disloyal! I'm just asking to borrow a few points—it's not like you spend much anyway!"

Yamauchi Haruki chimed in. "Exactly! It's not like we won't pay you back. Is equipment really more important than friends?"