The Supremacy Classroom Backed by Black Technology Chapter 4

Just as Shuichi Kanda thought that all that remained was to wait for the entrance ceremony to begin, a boy squeezed out from the line ahead of him.

"You're Kanda, right?"

Shuichi Kanda recognized him: Hirata Yosuke, a sunny, cheerful boy. Not only did he look bright and open, his speech was gentle, and even the way he looked at Shuichi Kanda was filled with a soft warmth.

"That's right. I remember your name is Hirata Yosuke. Is there something you need from me?"

For ordinary people, Kanda was still willing to get along well. Once they were familiar, joking around was no problem. He was only unfriendly toward those who started bossing him around before they'd even gotten to know each other.

"Mm... this might be a bit rude to say, but I just heard from Kushida that your health isn't very good."

Hearing Hirata's words, Shuichi Kanda glanced ahead at Kushida Kikyo, who was already mingling with the other students, then nodded.

So this guy had at least some observation skills and social awareness.

"It's nothing worth hiding. I was in an accident half a year ago, and I only woke up in the hospital last week."

This news seemed to hit Hirata hard. After a moment of fluster and wavering, the look he gave Shuichi Kanda grew even softer.

"I see. I'm sorry for bringing up something painful."

"No, I don't remember what happened. My past disappeared along with the accident." Shuichi Kanda was quite open about it.

"Huh?"

Hirata Yosuke's mind struggled to keep up. "Your past disappeared?"

"It's nothing. The entrance ceremony is about to start. We can talk later—it's already beginning." As he spoke, he tilted his chin toward the stage ahead.

Turning to look, Hirata Yosuke quickly ended the conversation.

"Sorry. But please let me take care of collecting the textbooks for you later."

"Mm, thanks. That really does help me out."

Shuichi Kanda didn't refuse the free labor. In fact, Hirata was doing him a big favor.

The ceremony concluded. Shuichi Kanda felt that this school's entrance ceremony was also quite standard. He couldn't judge whether it was good or bad, but judging by the expressions of the first-year students, they didn't seem particularly surprised.

Hirata Yosuke, who had promised to help Shuichi Kanda collect his textbooks, didn't come find him after the ceremony ended—because he was too busy.

As soon as the ceremony finished, he was surrounded by a crowd. All he could do was shoot Shuichi Kanda an apologetic look from within the group.

Shuichi Kanda nodded back, waved at him, and then walked out of the auditorium.

Could it be that playing the weak character actually brings good luck? Maybe I should tone down my attitude from now on?

Stepping out of the auditorium, Shuichi Kanda opened the GPS again, confirmed the location of the First-Year Dormitory Building, put his phone away, and walked steadily forward.

The key point was that he couldn't walk fast.

Chapter 7: Room Card and Safety Protocol

Watching the pedestrians constantly overtaking him, Shuichi Kanda's heart remained calm. I want to get back to the dorm and rest too, but unfortunately, I'm already moving at full speed.

Arriving at the First-Year Dormitory Building, the students in the lobby had already completed their check-in procedures. Though "check-in procedures" was just a fancy way of saying they flashed their Student IDs and directly picked up their keys.

From this, it wasn't hard to tell that the dorm rooms had been assigned in advance.

Earlier, while outside, Shuichi Kanda had observed the building. It was at least a dozen stories tall, with ten or more rooms per floor. And since he'd seen female students entering the same building, it was probably co-ed.

But with over a hundred people per floor and only one elevator, if everyone tried to leave at the last minute for class, they'd likely be late because of it.

After a rough survey of the lobby, Shuichi Kanda walked over to the administrator.

"Hello, I'm here to check in."

"Alright, please show me your Student ID and place it on the sensor pad here."

The single-dorm administrator was a young woman in a professional suit, very diligent and responsible. She didn't treat Shuichi Kanda with any less respect just because he was a student.

Opening his Student ID, Shuichi Kanda followed her instructions and placed the phone in his hand onto the indicated sensor pad.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

"Thank you for your trouble."

While she worked at the computer, Shuichi Kanda looked up and noticed the row of boxes behind the administrator.

Boxes, but to Shuichi Kanda, they felt a bit like the Honeycomb Parcel Lockers he'd seen in his past life—a neat row of drawers lined up against the wall.

Each drawer had a corresponding number written on it, like 201, 202, and so on.

"Shuichi Kanda, here is your Room Card. Please keep it safe."

Taking the card the administrator handed him, Shuichi Kanda casually asked about those boxes. "Excuse me, what are those?"

"Oh, those are where we store spare Room Cards. If a student's card is damaged or lost, they can come to me to get a spare."

I see. Spare Room Cards.

"Can only the student themselves pick them up?"

"Not exactly. As long as you state the purpose, you can..."

Since this wasn't classified information, the administrator didn't hide it.

And Shuichi Kanda immediately saw the hidden danger in those cards. If just anyone could get into his room, that would be a serious problem.

If it were a teacher, that would be one thing, but if he ran into some pervert with ill intentions, Shuichi Kanda's build wouldn't be able to stop them.

Moreover, Shuichi Kanda had a hunch that as time went on, he might acquire more advanced tech, and once claimed, these items couldn't be stored back in the System Space.

If they were exposed, it might not necessarily cause problems, but there would always be some unnecessary risks.

"Is there a way to avoid this? I'd like to have some private space."

He thought this was a rather excessive request, but the administrator lady immediately nodded and began operating the computer in front of her.

"I understand. I'll add a Safety Protocol for you. Except for you yourself, the Student Council President, and your homeroom teacher, no one else can obtain your room card without permission."

The homeroom teacher was understandable, but why include the Student Council President?

Just as Shuichi Kanda was about to try to extract more information, a voice came from behind him.

"Kanda-kun, what a coincidence. Are you checking in?"

Hirata Yosuke's voice came from behind. He was holding a box in his arms, with another male student following behind him.

So fast!

You're so quick!

I just went back to the classroom and then came to the dormitory building, and you've already picked up your books, gone back to the classroom, and come here again?

Envy, once more!

"Yeah, I'm all set. Go ahead."

With that, Shuichi Kanda stepped aside, and he also saw the boy behind Hirata. Aside from a bag slung over each shoulder, there didn't seem to be anything special about him.

But Shuichi Kanda remembered him. During the self-introductions earlier, he had heard his name: Akito Miyake, skilled in Kyudo.

"Thank you, Miyake-kun."

Shuichi Kanda's sudden thanks caught Akito Miyake off guard. He didn't seem to understand why this boy was thanking him.

"The textbooks Hirata is carrying are mine."

He understood.

"No, I'm just helping Hirata."

"But the reason is me, so please accept my thanks."

"Then..."

Hirata, watching the exchange between Shuichi Kanda and Akito Miyake, showed a gentle, motherly smile.

"To thank you for bringing my textbooks, I'll share a piece of information with you."

Shuichi Kanda smiled and told them about the room card's time limit.

"I see, thank you." Akito Miyake nodded. "I'd be troubled if just any stranger could enter my room too."

"You're welcome. I said it was a thank-you."

Thus, the three of them seemed to grow a bit closer.

While Hirata and Akito were checking in, Shuichi Kanda put the textbooks Hirata had brought into his own backpack.

Then he took out his room card and looked at the number written on it.

404, room four on the fourth floor. Not bad, at least it's not 502.

"I'm in room 409. What about you two?" Hirata took out his room card and retrieved his own backpack from Akito Miyake.

"I'm in 404."

"I'm on the fourth floor too, room 408."

"Then let's go up together. Want to grab lunch later?"

Just as he made the invitation, Hirata's phone rang.

"Sorry."

He pulled out his phone, and immediately showed an apologetic expression.

"Sorry, I might have some things to take care of later."

As the social butterfly who could organize self-introductions in class, earning the trust of most of the students in just two or three hours—what a formidable guy.

"It's fine. Miyake-kun and I will go together, as long as he doesn't mind my slow pace."

"I don't mind."

"Alright, but let's add each other as friends first."

And so, under Hirata Yosuke's coordination, Shuichi Kanda got his first classmate contact information and successfully joined the class group chat.

After joining the group, Shuichi Kanda was once again amazed by Hirata Yosuke's social skills.

In just a few hours, he had gotten over thirty of the forty students in the class to join. That's no ordinary social prowess!

Chapter 8: The Joy of Getting Something for Nothing

As the sensor activated, Shuichi Kanda pushed open the door to Room 404.

The room, which looked to be less than twenty square meters, didn't feel cramped at all.

Just past the door, a row of cabinets lined the wall. The space extending inward from the cabinets was a simple kitchen—though calling it a kitchen was generous, as it only consisted of a sink, a gas stove, and a small cutting board.

Above the gas stove was a range hood, while the space below housed a fully automatic washing machine. Beside it sat a small refrigerator, likely sufficient for storing vegetables used in daily cooking.

Across from the kitchen, separated by a glass door, was the bathroom.

Stepping half a meter further in, the entryway gave way to the bedroom. At the far end of the room stood a bed placed vertically—a standard single bed.

On the other side of the bed was a computer desk with a chair underneath. Above the desk, bookshelves were fixed firmly to the wall. To the right of the desk, a television sat on a floor cabinet.

What pleased Shuichi Kanda the most was that beyond the bed, there was actually a small balcony, completely separated from the bedroom by a glass door.

So this is where I'll be living for the next three years? Not bad at all!

Tossing his schoolbag carelessly onto the wooden floor, Shuichi Kanda flopped directly onto the soft bed. Judging by the fresh scent rising from the bedding, everything here was brand new.

Well, a school with deep pockets probably wouldn't sweat such trivial expenses.

After lying on the bed for a while, Shuichi Kanda rolled onto his side, pulled out his phone, and started browsing the school forum.

When trying to get familiar with an unfamiliar environment, forums could save a lot of time.

But as he opened the forum, the top posts were almost all recruitment notices from school clubs, along with a few trivial posts from individual students.

As for clubs, Shuichi Kanda had no plans to join any for now—though if there was something like a Chinese Cooking Club, he wouldn't mind dropping by.

Based on the information he'd gotten from Chabashira-sensei, it was highly likely he wouldn't receive 100,000 Private Points next month. So Shuichi Kanda decided to prepare for the worst—treating that 100,000 points as his only savings.

Speaking of points, Shuichi Kanda remembered the black technology the system had suddenly handed out today: Value-Added Bank: One Day.

Item Name: Value-Added Bank