The Classroom Where Ability Reigns Supreme, Backed by Black Technology — Chapter 12

Today, early in the morning, he went to the classroom. Hirata tried to persuade the students to follow the school's basic rules, but failed! As a result, Hirata secretly sent him a message, saying they would proceed according to the original plan.

Then came four easy and pleasant classes. The teachers were absurdly friendly and didn't care about anything that happened in class, to the point that he nearly fell asleep.

At noon, in retaliation against Horikita Suzune, he deliberately invited Kiyotaka Ayanokoji to lunch with him. Mm, the grilled beef was delicious.

After school, he went to Gymnasium 1 for the club activity orientation, where he met the man standing at the very top of the school—Horikita Manabu.

That guy was truly impressive and carried an imposing presence. He also noticed that Horikita Suzune seemed to harbor some inexplicable feelings toward him.

They were both Horikitas. Maybe they were cousins? They couldn't possibly be actual siblings, could they? The difference between the two was far too great.

Horikita Manabu never let his emotions show. Even in front of more than a hundred people, he could easily keep the situation under control. Horikita Suzune was still just a little short of that—only a little better than Galaxy at Fingertips.

Then, while joining a club, he met Hashikura, an upperclassman with rather poor social awareness, along with two Class 1-A students who had also joined the Archery Club. Afterward, they toured the Archery Club together.

As expected of a club that had existed since the school's founding, its foundation—its floor space—was incredibly impressive! It had all been accumulated by generations of students.

After that, he went to the supermarket with Akito to buy cookware, tableware, and ingredients. There, he discovered a girl who seemed to be robbing the rich to help the poor? She looked like a first-year student, just like him.

Then, that night, he had a delicious meal of braised pork.

After reading through what he had written once more, Shuichi Kanda nodded, closed his diary, locked it, and placed it in the drawer.

He checked the time. It was 8:10 p.m., with less than an hour remaining until the payout time for Value-Added Bank: One Day.

By now, the number on the Value-Added Bank screen had grown enormous.

Deposit Amount: 18,714,492ppt

Remaining Deposit Time: 38min

Interest Rate: 10%/h

Expected Return: 20,585,941ppt

Looking at the enormous figure displayed on the screen, Shuichi Kanda felt as if ants were crawling all over his heart, making it itch unbearably.

At that moment, he really wanted to withdraw the points immediately, just in case something went wrong overnight, but...

But if he endured a little longer, he could gain nearly two million more Private Points. At that thought, the ants in Shuichi Kanda's heart immediately calmed down.

Time passed bit by bit, bit by bit, as Shuichi Kanda stared intently at the countdown on the Value-Added Bank screen.

Yet when there was nothing to do, time always seemed to pass especially slowly. A mere five minutes made Shuichi Kanda feel as though an entire century had gone by.

Well, I'll boil a couple of eggs first and prepare tomorrow morning's breakfast.

Bored out of his mind, Shuichi Kanda stood up and took out an ingredient—soybeans.

That's right, he was going to make soy milk.

Although soy milk wasn't part of a Japanese breakfast menu, I'm not purely Japanese, so what the hell does it have to do with me?

When Shuichi Kanda had seen a soy milk maker at the supermarket today, his expression had been full of surprise. But since such a thing existed, he might as well buy one.

Soak the plump soybeans in purified water overnight. The next day, after washing them again, he could toss them directly into the soy milk maker and blend them.

Shuichi Kanda didn't make every meal exquisitely either. Occasionally trying out a lazy person's method worked surprisingly well!

So, the preparation work now was to wash the soybeans and soak them in water?

When he came back again, five minutes had passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Thirty minutes passed!

Then! The final three minutes arrived.

With three minutes left, the countdown switched from minutes to seconds. The number that should have become 3 turned into 180, then 179...

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

At the moment the countdown ended, the Value-Added Bank emitted a faint white glow, and the numbers began to change.

Deposit Amount: 20,585,941ppt

Remaining Deposit Time: 0

Interest Rate: 10%/h

Expected Return: 20,585,941ppt

At the same time, a system notification sounded in Shuichi Kanda's mind.

[Value-Added Bank has been used up. Distributing returns now.]

Then Shuichi Kanda saw the numbers under Deposit Amount and Expected Return begin to plummet rapidly. In just a few seconds, they had dropped by hundreds of thousands.

What was going on!?

Was there a bug?

Where was his money?

After staring blankly for a moment, Shuichi Kanda hurriedly grabbed the phone beside him and opened his Student ID. He saw that the Private Points listed on his Student ID were skyrocketing as the numbers on the Value-Added Bank decreased.

By the time he looked, there were already over 1 million Private Points, and the number was still steadily climbing.

This continued for nearly a minute before the number on the Value-Added Bank finally dropped to 0, while the Private Points field on Shuichi Kanda's student card showed over 20 million!

This... was real?

20,586,543ppt?

Although Shuichi Kanda had remained remarkably calm ever since enrolling, receiving this many points still sent a surge of excitement through him.

What should he do? What should he do?

Right, he should go try using them at the vending machine downstairs first.

Ah, no. He should transfer 2 million Private Points to Hirata first. It would be safer with Hirata.

His excitement made Shuichi Kanda's fingers tremble slightly, but he still immediately found the transfer option and sent 2 million Private Points to Hirata.

Transferred 2,000,000ppt to Hirata Yosuke. Balance: 18,586,543ppt.

He still had over 18 million left!

Taking a deep breath, Shuichi Kanda went to the entryway, put on his shoes, took the elevator down, and headed to the vending machines outside the dormitory.

Fortunately, it was already fairly late. Otherwise, if he ran into someone on the way, the cool and aloof persona he had deliberately built up would be completely ruined.

Standing before the brightly lit vending machine, Shuichi Kanda gave it a quick scan, casually picked a yogurt drink, and paid.

It worked!

As the sound of the product dropping rang out, Shuichi Kanda knew the points could be used.

He had not really doubted it to begin with, but testing it out made him feel even more at ease.

Sorry, my adorable system!

A few minutes later, Shuichi Kanda returned to his dorm room. As he drank the yogurt he had just bought, the smile on his face never faded. With so many points, getting through three years at this school definitely would not be a problem.

He just did not know whether these could be exchanged for yen. If they could, that would be wonderful.

A Late-Night Visitor

Not long after transferring 2 million Private Points to Hirata, Hirata called him directly. That was no small amount, so naturally, he wanted to ask what was going on.

However, Kanda told him he had given the points to Hirata because he might end up spending them if he kept them himself.

"Hirata, I trust you!"

That single sentence completely choked off everything Hirata had wanted to say afterward, leaving him touched for quite a while.

He was just too easy to understand.

After setting down his phone, Shuichi Kanda still could not calm himself down. It could not be helped—this was like a penniless man suddenly receiving five million.

Even as someone who had transmigrated, Shuichi Kanda could not entirely escape such worldly reactions.

No, no, I have to calm down. I need to force down this smile that keeps trying to curl upward.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sudden knocking startled Shuichi Kanda.

"Don't tell me Hirata still came over?"

Shuichi Kanda stood up, walked straight to the entryway, and opened the door.

"I'm telling you, Hirata, you—"

Before he could finish, a purple-haired girl with a half-up ponytail and two hair clips appeared quietly in his sight. Wasn't this the thief girl from this afternoon?

Before Shuichi Kanda could react, the thief girl shoved her way into the room, used a hold to pin him to the floor, and kicked the door shut behind her.

What the hell!?

"Ow, ow, ow..."

How could the frail Shuichi Kanda possibly be a match for this thief girl, especially when she had ambushed him?

"Hand over your phone!"

Twisting Shuichi Kanda's arm behind his back, the purple-haired girl pressed a knee into his back and put nearly all her weight on him, leaving the weak Shuichi Kanda completely unable to resist.

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't report you on the spot this afternoon. That should count as a favor, right? Is this how you repay the person who saved you?"

Even in an absolute disadvantage, Shuichi Kanda refused to yield. He even resorted to talking his way out of it.

"Huh? At the end of the day, you were the one secretly taking pictures of me!"

"Hmph, then why don't you mention why I was taking pictures of you?"

At Shuichi Kanda's words, the girl instead fell silent. Then, perhaps out of guilt, she got off him and released him.

Feeling the weight on him disappear, Shuichi Kanda rolled over and tried to spring to his feet—or that was what he intended to do. However, his body was even weaker than he had expected.

Thus, in the girl's eyes, Kanda looked like a loach as he slowly rolled over and pushed himself up from the floor.

Glancing at the closed door behind the girl, Shuichi Kanda sighed inwardly. It seemed he could not rush out to call for help. No—even if the door were open, he might not be able to get past this girl.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Shuichi Kanda rubbed his aching shoulder joint as he bluntly asked Kamuro Masumi who she was.

"Kamuro Masumi, Class 1-A."

"Class A?" Shuichi Kanda raised an eyebrow. "A Class A student actually does something like petty theft? And with beer, an underage prohibited item, no less."

"That's my freedom. Hand over the phone already."

Kamuro Masumi stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, impatience written all over her face, clearly positioning herself to prevent Shuichi Kanda from escaping.

"Are you good at drinking?"

"I've never drunk before, and I'm not interested."

Seeing that Kamuro Masumi did not seem to be lying, Shuichi Kanda immediately had his answer. "You did it for the thrill, didn't you?"

"None of your business!"

Kamuro's expression had already turned displeased.

"And you're a repeat offender. After all, finding every blind spot in the surveillance cameras and making your move there would be difficult for most people. No, for ordinary people, that would be impossible, wouldn't it? Especially when you've been enrolled for less than two days."

As Shuichi Kanda recalled the scene from earlier, he gave Kamuro Masumi his assessment.

"Are you mocking me?"

"No, that was genuine praise." Shuichi Kanda shook his head. "But wrong is wrong. There are some things you'd be better off not doing."

"Tch!" Kamuro Masumi sneered, as if she could not care less. "So? Are you going to report me to the school? If you do, I'll probably be suspended for a while."

That was right. Just as Kamuro Masumi had said, even if the school learned about the theft, the worst she would receive was a suspension.

But if the matter became known throughout the entire school, then even if the punishment were only expulsion, Kamuro Masumi would be too ashamed to remain at this school.

So this was practically the remote control to Kamuro Masumi's expulsion.