100,000 Points

"Quiet, everyone return to your seats." A clear, cold voice rang out from the doorway.

Immediately after, a woman dressed in an OL business suit and black stockings walked in.

She held a stack of student handbooks in her hand, and with every step she took, her long, dark brown hair, tied into a high ponytail, swayed gently with her movements.

Casually, she picked up a piece of chalk and wrote her name and phone number on the blackboard, completing the task in one fluid motion, efficient and neat.

"My name is Chazhu Zuo Zhi, and I am your homeroom teacher. Our school uses a three-year educational system, so I will be your homeroom teacher for these three years."

She paused, pointed to the blackboard, and added, "This is my contact information. You can add me if you wish, but it's best if no one does."

With that, she distributed the student handbooks she was holding.

Hoshida No took the student handbook and began to read it. The contents were largely in line with what Hoshida No had already understood.

: Students are unable to contact the outside world during their time at school and are prohibited from leaving the campus. Mandatory boarding is required.

The campus is equipped with comprehensive facilities and exclusive commercial facilities, including entertainment, everything is readily available.

The school will issue personal points to students on the first of every month via the Campus Core Management App. (Personal points balance: One personal point ≈ one yen)

As Hoshida No's fingertips closed the cover of the student handbook, two complaining voices came from the seats by the window on the side of the corridor. Everyone's attention was drawn, and they all looked over.

"Why do we have to board for three years? Can't we just have a break every semester?"

The boy who spoke first furrowed his brow. He had an ordinary appearance with a prominent jawline. He slammed the student handbook onto the desk, his tone filled with unwillingness.

"If I had known we'd be staying this long, I would have definitely brought my game console and manga from home!"

"Tell me about it!" A voice immediately echoed from behind. Hoshida No looked towards the sound. It was a boy with short hair, the ends slightly messy and sticking up. His face was rather round, and his eyes were filled with panic.

He scratched his hair, a troubled look on his face, and patted the side of the desk. "I only brought two sets of clothes to change into, and I didn't even pack enough toiletries. How am I supposed to get by?"

The two boys' complaints were like pebbles dropped into water, instantly resonating with many of the new students in the class.

A few girls in the front row also began to whisper amongst themselves. Some worried about not bringing skincare products, while others complained about the strict boarding rules. The previously tense classroom atmosphere was gradually enveloped by the sounds of petty complaints.

Hoshida No wanted to complain. In such a chaotic class, wasn't anyone reading the student handbook?

Looking at the noisy class, and then at Chazhu Zuo Zhi, who seemed indifferent on the podium, "Is this the homeroom teacher for Class D? Not only is she perfunctory in her speech, but she doesn't even bother to stop the students from making a fuss."

His sharp gaze detected a few unusual students. "First, there are the two next to him; their faces show no emotion.

The boy with shoulder-length golden hair in the middle of the right front row, holding a mirror, stands out significantly from the surrounding students.

Next, there is a girl with long, wavy, light brown hair directly in front of him, who remains completely unfazed.

"It seems not everyone is blindly following the crowd."

Chazhu Zuo Zhi leaned against the edge of the podium, her yellowish-brown eyes scanning the restless crowd below, finally settling on a corner.

Hoshida No and the other two sat upright, their expressions calm. Their detached composure made her gaze linger on them for two seconds before slowly moving away.

When her gaze fell upon the two boys who had initially been complaining, the aloofness in her eyes was instantly replaced by disdain, as if she were appraising two worthless pieces of trash.

Her previously perfunctory tone suddenly rose in volume: "Are you idiots? The student handbook clearly states that school points can be directly exchanged for daily necessities. You can't even be bothered to read such basic rules, and you think you're fit to attend school?"

The two boys who were reprimanded looked bewildered. They stared with wide eyes, clearly not expecting the homeroom teacher, who had been indifferent moments ago, to suddenly lash out at them.

The ordinary-looking boy was the first to recover. His brow furrowed, and he subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to argue.

Perhaps he wanted to refute that he hadn't understood the handbook, or perhaps he wanted to complain that the rules weren't clear enough.

But as soon as he uttered half a syllable, he was firmly silenced by Chazhu Zuo Zhi's next words.

"If you don't want to attend school here," her voice was devoid of any emotion, yet carried a resolute tone, "you can pack your things and get out. No one is forcing you to stay."

As the word "get out" landed, the air in the classroom froze. Her icy tone reached everyone's ears.

The students present had all witnessed the luxury of this school, the spacious dormitories, and the complete facilities. In such a privileged environment, no one wanted to be kicked out the moment they stepped through the school gates, before they even had a chance to experience it.

The murmuring that had been brewing moments ago completely disappeared, and even their breathing became cautious.

The classroom of Class 1-D instantly fell silent. Chazhu Zuo Zhi, a student handbook held between her fingertips, scanned the faces filled with confusion and curiosity, and slowly began to explain the core clauses of the school rules.

Her tone was indifferent, with little fluctuation.

When she reached the last page of the handbook, she finally stopped speaking and looked up to meet the intense gazes of the entire class, posing the core question that concerned everyone the most: "The 100,000 points for this month have already been transferred to your student accounts."

As soon as she finished speaking, a collective gasp echoed through the classroom. She ignored it and continued, "From now on, the school will deposit the same amount of points on the first of every month. Here, points can buy anything."

She raised her hand and glanced at her wristwatch: "You have 20 minutes for questions. Raise your hand if you have any. When the time is up, you will be free to move about."

Among the students sitting in the front row, a boy with short, dark yellow hair had his hand raised high. His hair had a natural fluffy texture, and he sat upright.

At this moment, a gentle smile graced his face, and his clear eyes looked towards the podium: "Teacher Chazhu, I'd like to ask why the school is distributing so many personal points?"

"You must be Hirata Yousuke, right?" Chazhu Zuo Zhi's gaze fell on the raised hand, her eyes devoid of any extra emotion, simply stating his name directly.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Hirata Yousuke's eyes, and he then nodded gently in affirmation: "Yes, Teacher."

Chazhu Zuo Zhi nodded slightly, turned to face the entire class, and gently tapped the podium with her fingertip. Her voice was not loud but was clear enough for everyone to hear:

"Then, I will use this question to clarify for everyone why personal points are being distributed. Our school adheres to the principle of strength first. In other words, you who have successfully passed the assessment and enrolled possess inherent value."

As soon as the words fell, a rustling sound spread through the classroom.

Many students, unable to contain their curiosity and eagerness, took out their phones and opened the student portal.

Fingers swiped across the screens, and as the number "Personal Points Balance: 100,000" clearly appeared, some gasped softly, while others instinctively clutched their phones, disbelief and hidden excitement surging in their eyes.

That string of numbers meant that their wealth in this school was now truly in their hands.

Unlike their focus, Hoshida No heard the phrase "Strength Above All" once again, and his eyes lit up.