The Classroom of the Utterly Ordinary's Supremacy of Strength Chapter 3

[Judgment: A]

[Physical Ability: A]

[Teamwork Ability: E+]

First Semester of First Year:

Chapter 3: The Situation in Each Class, the Obvious Gap

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The crisp sound of high heels striking the floor echoed.

A woman with a high ponytail, wearing black stockings and a business suit, walked in through the door, a stack of documents in her hand.

Once all the students in the class had settled into their seats, she continued, "I am Chabashira Sae, the homeroom teacher for Class D. This school does not change classes. For the next three years until graduation, I will serve as your homeroom teacher."

"First, I'll hand out the school's materials. Pass them from front to back."

She distributed the stack of documents in her hand.

<Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School Handbook>

It looked about the same as the school rule introductions that seemed to have no presence in other schools.

Though it was thin, Hoshino En still flipped it open and read it carefully.

Mm, there was nothing else mentioned inside—just some systems not disclosed to the public: a full boarding system, completely isolated from the outside world; complete infrastructure on campus, including daily necessities and entertainment products.

Tch, so they've turned the school into a small, isolated society.

"You need to use the points stored in your student ID terminal to buy things. Everything in this school can be purchased with points."

"Points are automatically deposited on the 1st of every month, with one point worth one yen. Your student IDs should already have this month's 100,000 points loaded."

Chabashira Sae's words sparked discussion among everyone in the class.

100,000 points, equivalent to 100,000 yen—for a high school student's standard of living, that was already a huge sum.

Not many students in this class had probably ever seen that much money at once.

Opening his student terminal, Hoshino En also saw the 100,000 points displayed there.

100,000 points per person meant 4 million points for a class of 40, and four classes per grade totaled 16 million points, equivalent to 16 million yen.

That was just one month. If they issued it every month for 12 months, that would be 192 million yen, and over three years, nearly 600 million yen.

Hey hey, what kind of joke is this? Even if this school is backed by the government, taxpayer money doesn't come out of thin air. There's no way they'd waste it like this.

There's definitely a catch here!

"Surprised by the huge amount of points?"

Seeing the reactions of the students below, Chabashira Sae didn't seem surprised.

"This school evaluates students based on their ability. Being able to enter this school means you all have corresponding value."

But Hoshino En couldn't help feeling that the smile on her face was full of ill intent.

Her words seemed to be tempting the students in the class to spend.

Moreover, Hoshino En swept his gaze across the entire class and found that, aside from the unreadable Ayanokouji, who seemed clueless, no one else had any doubts about this.

Seriously? None of you think there's a problem? You're just accepting it like that?

Feeling the restlessness that surged among his classmates after their shock, Hoshino En made a snap decision to distance himself from these people first.

As soon as the homeroom ended, he slipped out through the nearest back door.

As usual, gather intel first, then plan for what comes next.

This school had one grade occupying an entire teaching building. Besides Class D on the second floor, the other classes were on higher floors.

Climbing the stairs step by step, Hoshino En reached the floor above Class D—this was the floor for Class 1-C.

But he didn't do anything suspicious; he just casually swept his gaze over the students in Class C with his peripheral vision as he passed by the hallway.

Compared to Class D, which had all sorts of people and a chaotic atmosphere, Class C was very uniform. The entire class had a stifling, oppressive vibe, full of aggression.

It looked like there were quite a few delinquents and thugs, and a few even had injuries on their faces.

Was the leader of this class ruling through violence?

But among these people, Hoshino En also noticed one incongruous presence: an incredibly beautiful girl with long silver hair, giving the impression of a silver fairy who had jumped out of a book—very cute and adorable.

He was a bit stunned, but Hoshino En didn't linger long. He quickly walked to the next floor via the stairs on the other side.

The floor above was where Class 1-B was located.

Same as before, Hoshino En only observed the students in Class B with his peripheral vision.

But the atmosphere here was completely different from Class C's: the students in this class all seemed very friendly and harmonious, and they were all gathered around a girl with rose-gold long hair and a great figure.

Was it unity through affinity... no, through personal charisma? Impressive.

But for them to be unified like this, the students in this class must all be little angels and goody-two-shoes.

Anyway, Class C could never pull that off.

But this also had a drawback—everyone would follow the leader's opinions, making it difficult to propose their own ideas. Even if the leader made a wrong judgment, the atmosphere would prevent anyone from seriously pointing it out. They'd just cover up the failure afterward with empty words like "let's try harder next time."

As for a leader who united the class through personal charisma, she herself was absolutely a super responsible person. Once failures piled up, her psychological burden would only grow heavier—and she'd have no outlet to vent it.

When that happened, once she couldn't hold on and broke down mentally, the class would become a complete mess...

Forget it, she's a pretty girl at least. No point jinxing her.

Noticing he'd lingered too long, and the rose-gold-haired girl inside had already looked over, Hoshino En quickly left that floor.

"Honami-chan, what's wrong? Something out there?" A girl with a brown bobbed haircut looked at the distracted rose-gold-haired girl, puzzled.

"No, nothing, Chihiro. I just thought I saw an old acquaintance... probably a mistake."

Further up was the last first-year class—Class A.

Glancing only briefly from the corner of his eye, Hoshino En immediately noticed something off: a crowd had gathered around a bald-headed guy, apparently pushing him forward as their leader. But besides those surrounding him, another group's gazes kept drifting toward a girl with short silver hair, as if they wanted to recognize her as the class representative.

This is a class on the verge of splitting.

Still, despite that, Hoshino En could judge the situation of this class—they were a bunch of elites.

Unlike Class D, ruled by popular kids while everyone else drifted along; Class C, submitting to violence and forced to obey a tyrant; Class B, conquered by charisma and unable to voice their own opinions—the students of Class A were using their own judgment to decide who should represent them.

Choosing a leader by their own will meant that no matter what the class representative did, these Class A members would genuinely acknowledge the leader's ideas and carry out their orders.

This created a different kind of unity, and unlike Class B's atmosphere-driven conformity, each of them retained their own initiative.

Whoa, the gap between classes is this huge?

Never mind Class A—even the little angels of Class B were nothing the chaotic Class D could compare to.

And what was even more obvious was another aspect.

Going down floor by floor from Class A's level, Hoshino En passed by Classes B and C again.

Class B was discussing something, everyone on their phones, probably related to points.

Class C, though oppressive, was silent. On the podium stood a guy with medium-length hair, looking like a thug leader, using violence to suppress everyone else. Beside him stood a delinquent with visible injuries but a docile demeanor, apparently already tamed.

Finally, Hoshino En returned to Class D.

In Class D, aside from a few loners, no one else was there.

Seems like everyone had gone to spend their points.

Crazy. This class is that outrageous?

Hoshino En suddenly remembered what this school had said about its 100% employment and advancement rate.

A government-backed school couldn't possibly send garbage into society. So... could this benefit only be for the excellent Class A and B? And the students from other classes would be labeled with some inferior high school name at graduation, then thrown out to fend for themselves?

Tch, that's fraud.

First Year, First Semester:

Chapter 4: The State of Each Grade, the Hidden Truth

Leaving the first-year school building, Hoshino En didn't plan to go straight to the supermarket for daily necessities.

It was still early, so he decided to check out the second and third years' situation.

Maybe some things were hidden from the new students.

Walking into the second-year building, just standing in the first-floor lobby, Hoshino En found what he was looking for.

On the second-year bulletin board, written in black marker on a whiteboard, were strange point totals.

[Class 2-A: 1800 points]

[Class 2-B: 900 points]

[Class 2-C: 800 points]

[Class 2-D: 600 points]

Hoshino En: "..."

What the hell is this?

Class points?

Corresponding to individual points, he mentally gave them that name.

But these class points were three or four digits, while their first-year individual points were six digits at 100,000. So he could form this hypothesis: were these class points ×100 the monthly individual points each student in that class received?

Without entering the second-year building, Hoshino En went straight to the third-year one.

There, he found the same class points that the second years had but the first years didn't display.

[Class 3-A: 1950 points]

[Class 3-B: 1650 points]

[Class 3-C: 1000 points]

[Class 3-D: 900 points]

Hoshino En: "..."

Class competition.

This time, he thought of another meaning those class points expressed.

Quantifying the class's level made the standard of each class and the gap between them obvious.

So if a class's points surpassed the class above it, wouldn't the class rankings swap?

This school constructed a simulated society and made each grade's classes compete in this gladiatorial way, so in the end, only one victor would emerge.

In other words, preferential employment and advancement should be privileges exclusive to Class A, with the other three classes as sacrificial offerings.

Moreover, even if a lower class could overthrow a higher one, pushing them out under the banner of Class A with their inferior hardware would only cast doubt on the school's credibility.

Hoshino En thought of the gap between Class 1-D and Class 1-A and could only shake his head helplessly.

Even if Class D got carried up and Class A fell due to internal strife, the difference in their overall quality would still remain.

No comparison. Absolutely no comparison.

Lamenting the dark, sunless three years of high school life ahead, Hoshino En finally reached the convenience store.

Arriving in the morning, the morning's opening ceremony and homeroom, plus gathering intel in various school buildings—it was now exactly noon.

In other words, time for lunch.

Entering the convenience store, he happened to run into Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who had just finished shopping.

Standing beside Ayanokoji was a cool, aloof girl buying daily necessities.

It was Horikita Suzune.

The two of them seemed to have already eaten and were now shopping for daily goods.

"What an unpleasant coincidence."

Horikita Suzune showed none of the wavering she had during the opening ceremony. Her words carried thorns as she lashed out directly at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

"Don't be so wary of me."