The Classroom of Power Supremacy Backed by Black Technology Chapter 20

"But to blow through all your points in just one month, even among the worst D Classes in history, you're a first. I'm actually impressed now. Impressive, truly impressive."

Chabashira's deliberate clapping landed like a slap across every student's face.

"...So we're gonna get looked down on by the others now, huh?"

Where there are people, there's hierarchy. Naturally, Class D would become the lowest rung among all students—being looked down on was only to be expected.

"What's that, Sudo? Even you care about face? Then work hard to move the class up."

"Huh?"

"Class points aren't just tied to your monthly allowance. This point value directly reflects the class ranking order."

Vicious, too vicious, this teacher. Is this your payback against me?

Whatever...

What's it got to do with me? I'm almost tempted to laugh. It's not like I care whether I make it to Class A or not.

"Pfft..."

Shuichi Kanda let out a laugh.

"What's so funny? Aren't you just as defective as the rest of us?"

Ike Kanji, who had gained some popularity from his earlier kneeling act, immediately stepped up to denounce Kanda as a heretic.

"That's right, I admit I'm defective. But I know my own problems. Unlike you guys, who don't even know where your flaws are—how pitiful."

"What did you say?"

"Do I really need to remind you? It was the morning meeting on the second or third day of school. Hirata specifically asked everyone to follow the school rules and enjoy campus life properly."

Kanda's words stirred the students' memories again, but most wore blank expressions—they hadn't taken it to heart at all, so forgetting was only natural.

"Back then, every one of you acted like you were some big shot, brushing off Hirata's words. No, not just brushing them off—you doubled down on breaking the rules afterward. Who was it that disrespected the teacher during class by making a racket? Wasn't that you, Ike Kanji?"

It was set. Hirata's image as a foresighted, class-considerate figure was firmly established.

And Kanda had gotten his fill of talking.

Honestly, bullying these idiots gave him no real sense of accomplishment—it just kept his mood slightly entertained.

"Then, Hirata, why didn't you just say it outright back then?"

Kei Karuizawa, Hirata's girlfriend, steered the conversation toward him—exactly what Kanda needed.

Hirata, if you don't stand up now, I'll really become the class's public enemy.

Hirata could only give a wry smile as he stood up.

"Actually, I planned to guide everyone step by step. Everyone was so excited back then that even if I laid out all the information I had, no one would have believed me."

As it turned out, that was true. They couldn't even manage the basics of being students—showing up on time, not leaving early, paying attention in class—and they even deliberately went against Hirata.

If he had forced this on them directly, the class would have exploded on the spot.

In the end, most of Class D was arrogant without realizing it.

Kanda wanted to ask them: Is it really that hard to admit someone else is better than you?

"Then why didn't Chabashira tell us?"

"Chabashira was also under a gag order. Back then, Kanda, Miyake, and I went to see her, but unfortunately, the teacher couldn't intervene directly."

The class fell silent again. Even the most reluctant had to accept this cruel, regrettable truth.

Chapter 35: Welcome to the Classroom of the Supreme Ability Doctrine

The harsh truth left many in the class unable to lift their heads, but Chabashira's barrage wasn't over yet.

"Oh, right. I've got one more good thing to tell you."

"A good thing?"

Doubt? Had anything good happened today?

Another sheet of paper was pasted onto the blackboard in the same manner. Unlike the previous one, this sheet listed the names of all Class D students, each followed by a corresponding number.

Scanning down the order, Kanda quickly found his own name.

Shuichi Kanda, 80.

So I didn't guess right after all—social studies.

Still, Kanda was fairly satisfied with this score.

"This is the result of your last quiz. Seeing so many 'elites' in the class really makes me happy. What exactly did you learn in middle school?"

Then, Kanda looked down from his own name and saw that most students in the class, including Miyake, had only scored around 60 points. Seemingly unremarkable, fitting for a low-performing class.

But if you looked from the bottom up, it was absurd.

Sudo Ken, 14 points.

Ike Kanji, 24 points.

Yamauchi Haruki, 30 points.

The three of them were lined up perfectly straight.

Incidentally, according to Shuichi Kanda's quick calculation, the class average was around sixty-two or sixty-three points. Since it was just a rough estimate, the result wasn't precise, but it shouldn't be far off.

"How wonderful. If this were a real test, seven people would have been expelled right at the start of the semester."

Chabashira Sae brought up expulsion again, but this time it was different from when she witnessed the bet before. When she said this now, her tone carried more conviction.

In response to a student's question, Chabashira took out a red marker and drew a line across the name of the seventh person from the bottom on the score sheet.

"This time the average is 63.8 points, so the failing score is 32 points. There are seven people in the class. In other words, if this were an actual midterm or final exam according to school rules, those seven who failed would be expelled."

As she spoke, she drew a large red X over those seven names, as if pronouncing a death sentence on them.

After a brief silence, some people in the class screamed.

"Wh-what the hell?!"

"Teacher Sae, stop joking! Expulsion isn't a joke!"

"Even if you tell me that, I'm at a loss. This is the school's rule. Be prepared."

Looking at the delighted expression on Chabashira Sae's face, Shuichi Kanda understood—this woman was also a sadist.

"Let me add one more thing. This school operates under national management and boasts high advancement and employment rates. That's a well-known fact. Most of you in this class probably have goals of advancing to higher education or finding employment."

That was only natural. Most people who applied to this school chose it because they wanted those ideal advancement or employment outcomes.

"But... there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. This world isn't so simple that low-level people like you can advance or find employment wherever you go."

Chabashira's words spread through the classroom.

"In other words, to receive the benefits of realizing employment or advancement goals, we need to rise to Class C or above... is that it?"

"That's a nice thought, but unfortunately, no. If you want this school to fulfill your future wishes, the only way is to rise to Class A. The other classes—B, C, and D—will be labeled under a different school name upon graduation."

So that's how you achieve 100%? Interesting.

"Wh-what... I never heard about this! That doesn't make sense!"

A bespectacled student named Yukimura stood up.

Since they'd done self-introductions before, Shuichi Kanda had some impression of him.

But this guy had the top score this time. That meant he not only had a solid grasp of middle school knowledge but had also studied high school material. Otherwise, there was no way he could score above ninety.

Combined with his quiet, scholarly demeanor, it wasn't hard to guess that he was a textbook overachiever.

"What's so surprising about this? Don't you understand that nothing comes for free? If something really did fall from the sky, you should wonder if your eyes were playing tricks on you, mistaking a rock for a pie."

"That may be true, but I still can't accept it. Kanda, your grades shouldn't be at the bottom even in this school, right? Doesn't being assigned to Class D bother you?"

Faced with Shuichi Kanda's sarcasm, Yukimura didn't shout and carry on like Ike had earlier. That showed how basic character influenced personal behavior.

"Why would it bother me? No matter what environment I'm in, it won't change my goals. A hundred percent employment and advancement rate? Don't make me laugh!

If you enrolled for something like that, I suggest you give up.

The moment you enrolled for that reason, it meant you believed you couldn't get what you wanted through conventional means.

So you chose a shortcut. Am I wrong?"

That was right. Although he didn't know if this overachiever named Yukimura had enrolled for that reason, there were definitely a vast majority in this school who chose to apply because of that hundred percent employment and advancement rate.

Those people were inherently a bunch of ordinary folks lacking self-confidence, destined never to become strong.

"What about you then? Didn't you enroll for that reason too?"

"Are you joking? The only reason I came to this school is that it provides free dormitories and free food. As for what I want, I'll take it with my own hands."

Shuichi Kanda's bold declaration shook the entire room.

So cool!

Was he always that kind of man?

Many students in the class got to know Shuichi Kanda anew through this opportunity.

Of course, there were definitely those who thought he was bluffing or being arrogant, but Shuichi Kanda couldn't care less about those people's opinions or views.

Observing his classmates' reactions, Shuichi Kanda felt a little smug. Looks like my performance was pretty good—at least I fooled quite a few people.

"For example, Yukimura. Suppose your goal is to get into Tokyo University. If you hadn't been accepted by this school, would you give up at an ordinary high school?"

"How could that be? Of course I wouldn't give up!"

Almost instinctively, Yukimura responded to Shuichi Kanda's question.

That was right. If he hadn't successfully entered this school, he'd probably be attending a normal school and working hard normally.

And now, enjoying free food and lodging, things didn't seem so bad.

But even so, he still couldn't let go of being assigned to Class D.

"It seems the cheerful atmosphere has been swept away. If you understand how cruel your situation is, then this lengthy guidance might have been meaningful.

You have three weeks until the midterms. Think carefully and avoid expulsion. I believe there are ways to avoid failing and survive the exams.

Oh, and it's a bit late, but I still want to say this to you all: Welcome to the Classroom of the Elite."

Chabashira-sensei closed the door with a bit more force than necessary and truly left the classroom.

The students in the failing group hung their heads in dejection. Even Sudo, who usually acted as he pleased, lowered his head.

Chapter 36: The Savior, Hirata Yosuke

After Chabashira-sensei left the classroom, a brief moment of calm was followed by an unprecedented uproar.

"Our points haven't been deposited. What are we supposed to do now?"

What to do? Eat grass. You think you can just rob someone?

"I used up all my remaining points yesterday..."

Good one. Forced paycheck-to-paycheck living, huh?

"More than the points, isn't the class the real problem? Why am I in Class D!?"

Good question. It's exactly because of that attitude that you're in Class D.

"I understand everyone's confusion, but let's all calm down for now."

Hirata-kun stepped forward. Hirata-kun was about to become the savior!

"Calm down? Being called the bottom of the barrel—don't you feel humiliated?"

"Even if we're being called that now, isn't it fine as long as we work together and fight back?"

"Fight back? I couldn't even accept being placed in this class from the start!"

"I understand how you feel. But even if we complain here, nothing will start, right?"

"What did you say?"