Class D Has 310 Class Points Remaining

Class D

Even though they had just uncovered the school's hidden rules, most of Class D's students couldn't muster any joy.

"Everyone! Cheer up! We might be Class D, but we can work together to rise to Class A! First, let's try not to slack off in class, no playing on our phones, no tardiness or absences—avoid losing points."

Hirata encouraged everyone.

"Are you really gonna follow what that message said?"

Yamauchi still didn't want to believe it; most of all, class would be unbearably boring for him.

"It can't hurt to try, and it won't do us any harm. Besides, we've already lost too many points—we might not have many points next month. Please, let's just stick it out for this one month, Yamauchi, okay?"

"But..."

"Yamauchi, let's just go along with it. Tough it out. If we really have no points to spend next month, I won't be able to handle it..."

Yamauchi's good buddy, Ike, patted him on the shoulder. Even Sudo, sitting in the back, nodded.

"Tch... fine."

"Thank you, Yamauchi."

Hirata breathed a sigh of relief, stepped down from the podium, and returned to his seat to wait for class to start.

A month passed in no time.

Class A: 980

Class B: 870

Class C: 760

Class D: 310

Qiuyue looked at the class point numbers, slightly surprised.

I'm not surprised by Class A. Class B probably lost too many in the first week. But Class C has this many?

Class C definitely lost a lot in the first week—Ryuen's way of running the class with violence and absences would inevitably cost points. Yet they still have this much, meaning they barely lost any after that. Is Ryuen's iron-fisted control really that effective?

"This should be good news for you. After all, you lost 490 points in the first week. I thought I'd be leading the first class in school history to zero out their class points in the first month."

"I have to say, even after learning the hidden rules, you still managed to lose 200 points. That's Class D for you!"

"You should thank the person who sold you those hidden rules. At least you still have 31,000 personal points to use."

No matter how Teacher Chabashira said it, it always sounded like mockery.

Yeah~ you're welcome! Hehehe~

"Now that the good news is out, here's the bad news for you."

Teacher Chabashira dragged it out mysteriously, then picked up a paper from the desk and stuck it on the blackboard.

Any student could tell what that paper on the board was.

It was the score sheet from the last quiz. The perfect 100s at the top looked nice, but the red-underlined names at the bottom stood out far more.

"Pretty, isn't it? When I tallied this score sheet, I was absolutely thrilled."

"See this? The ones underlined in red are those who failed the last quiz."

"As for the intel you bought from some guy, saving your class points—I'll give you credit for that."

"But look at this score sheet. You think I'm about to scold you? No, I actually want to congratulate these nine people. Congratulations—you'll be saying goodbye soon."

"Teacher?... What do you mean? What goodbye?"

"Huh? I thought you all knew. In this school, anyone who fails a midterm or final exam gets expelled. Do you understand now?"

Qiuyue smirked inwardly.

You never said that, of course. Trash students and a scam teacher—perfect match, hahaha~

But nine people? Looks like I pulled the scores up a bit. The original only had seven.

"What the hell!? You never told us that, teacher!"

"Yeah! That makes no sense! Expelled just for failing? Why?"

"Expelled for failing? What kind of ridiculous school rule is that!? Right!?"

The nine failing students couldn't sit still, jumping up and shouting in protest.

Teacher Chabashira ignored their protests and kept writing on the board.

68.8 ÷ 2 = 34.4

"The average score for the last quiz was 68.8. Divide that by two, and you get the failing line. Look for yourselves—out of these nine underlined below, who scored 34 or higher?"

Teacher Chabashira didn't bother explaining why failing meant expulsion.

The Failing Nine's faces grew uglier and uglier, because none of them had reached 34 points.

"Teacher Chabashira, stop joking around. Expulsion for failing? That's not reasonable, is it?"

"Yeah, it's a joke, right? Teacher?"

Teacher Chabashira still ignored them. Perhaps she had no intention of caring whether these nine lived or died.

She took down the paper taped to the blackboard, gathered some documents from her desk into her briefcase, and pulled up the zipper.

Under everyone's gaze, she walked silently to the classroom door. Just as she was about to step out, she stopped.

"You can choose not to believe me. Even if you come begging, there's nothing I can do. This is school policy. Did you think an institution hailed as the best would lack this much resolve?

If you can't even manage your academic performance, this school has no use for such trash.

Maybe if you use your heads and think of a way, you might find some other method to avoid failing. If you can't manage that, then say your goodbyes."

After speaking with her back to them, she stepped out of the classroom without hesitation and pulled the door shut behind her.

Qiuyue inwardly complained: 'Yare yare, Teacher Chabashira. You haven't given up on them after all—you dropped a hint before leaving. But I bet none of them caught it.'

The Failing Nine all hung their heads in despair, slumping limply in their seats.

"Everyone, I think we can form study groups, keep each other on track, and learn from each other's strengths. To avoid failing, let's set aside two to three hours every day to study together."

The heavy atmosphere radiating from the Failing Nine was broken by Hirata.

"Everyone is welcome to join, regardless of grades. So don't hold back—let's help each other out."

Seeing that no one responded to his words, Hirata added this supplementary remark.

Four of the Failing Seven actively joined Hirata's study group.

But Ike, Yamauchi, and Sudo didn't participate; they left the classroom directly.

Sudo simply had a bad relationship with Hirata. Ike and Yamauchi probably thought they couldn't get along with a super-popular guy like Hirata.

Qiuyue felt a little puzzled.

Did no one really catch the hint Teacher Chabashira dropped? It was so obvious. Well... except for Ayanokoji.

In the middle of the night.

Qiuyue, wrapped up tightly from head to toe, wandered between the buildings, searching for something.

"Which place is it? In the original story, the spot where Horikita argued with her brother—there are two candidates. Whatever, I still have two pinhole cameras anyway. I'll put one in each."

"After the Student Council President checks the surveillance footage, I can't keep this outfit either. I'll cut it up in the café bathroom and flush it down. Good thing that café is open 24 hours."

"Time to install the pinhole cameras. I'll try to avoid the school's cameras and take the long way around."

Qiuyue began his operation.