Transmigration and the School Bus Incident

(As everyone knows, Advanced Nurturing High School is a university.)

(All characters in this book are over 18.)

(The author has made slight adjustments to the character settings and plot. If there are any issues, please refer to this book as the final authority! Please read the introduction before diving in, I beg you ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ㅂᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀)

(The author is a newcomer. If the writing feels clumsy—the plot isn't smooth enough—or if you have questions or ideas, you are welcome to point them out in the comments section.)

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A month ago, Uesugi Hara was still pulling an all-nighter, grinding through practice questions for his upcoming university final exams. He was at home on the tenth floor of a residential building in the city when he suddenly "hit the jackpot" out of thin air.

A piercing screech of brakes suddenly erupted from outside the window, followed immediately by the driver's raspy, roaring curse: "If you've got the guts, go tell that to my performance quota! We're all just trying to survive!" Before the words even faded, he watched helplessly as a runaway truck flew toward him like a mad bull, glass shards and wall dust smashing into his face.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar bedroom, his mind flooded with a set of complete, foreign memories—he knew he must have transmigrated.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the system essential for a transmigrator.

Uesugi Hara absorbed the memories in his mind and discovered that the original owner shared his name. Although his parents had passed away when he was young, he sat on assets worth hundreds of millions and had a loyal butler.

Under the butler's tutelage, the man discovered that his young master was an absolute genius. Since childhood, he learned everything quickly and easily reached a master level in any field. He was fluent in eight languages, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and proficient in various martial arts.

However, just a few months ago, the butler was forced to pass away due to health reasons—the original owner couldn't handle the blow and chose to commit suicide by taking sleeping pills.

Uesugi Hara absorbed the memories while sensing this body. It felt completely different from his previous life as a fragile college student. Uesugi Hara's mouth twitched, "I feel like the current me could beat up dozens of my old self."

He examined his surroundings and found an invitation on the cabinet to his left—it had been delivered by a servant yesterday. The original owner hadn't had the heart to look at it and left it there.

Uesugi Hara opened it and saw the contents: an invitation for him to attend Advanced Nurturing High School in one month.

Only then did Uesugi Hara realize that the original owner was actually just a college student! This wasn't surprising, though; after all, who would have guessed that someone with so many skills was just a freshman in college?

Looking at the words "Advanced Nurturing" before him, the corner of his eye twitched, thinking, "It wouldn't be that Advanced Nurturing, would it?" He summoned a servant to look into this school.

Afterward, he learned it was indeed the Advanced Nurturing High School he remembered, with its 100% graduation and employment rate.

Thus, he was forced to accept the reality—he had transmigrated into the anime Classroom of the Elite he had watched before, and had become a new student about to enroll.

During this month, Uesugi Hara adapted to this modified body while reviewing the plot details against his memories, making full preparations for enrollment. At this moment, if he had a system, his personal panel would likely look like this:

[Host: Uesugi Hara]
[Status: Healthy]
[Physical Fitness: 18 (Average adult male is 10)]
[Intelligence: 22 (Average adult male is 10)]
[Skills: Mastery of Martial Arts, Mastery of Eight Languages, Mastery of Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, Mastery of... (many, many more omitted)]

--------(Time segment line)

The school bus engine emitted a steady roar. Inside the carriage, the new students were either whispering to each other or lost in thought, the air thick with anticipation and reserve for their new environment. Uesugi Hara sat in a regular seat in the back, his gaze sweeping over the crowd seemingly at random, but in reality, it precisely locked onto a few key figures—he knew that this seemingly ordinary journey was about to stir up waves because of one person's presence.

As the bus's "Please be careful when the Space Gate opens" announcement faded, the bus pulled into the station. The doors opened, and an elderly woman carrying a cloth bag stepped on tremblingly. Following closely behind her was Koenji Rokusuke—he wore a crisp school uniform with an arrogant expression, walked straight to the priority seat in the front, and sat down as if no one else existed.

Almost at the same time, Uesugi Hara's gaze shifted to the window seat diagonally in front—a brown-haired boy sat there, head lowered, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees. It was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. Uesugi Hara knew that this seemingly ordinary boy was the true "monster" of this school. At this moment, although he appeared calm on the surface, the pupils beneath his eyelids were shifting slightly, clearly observing everything in the carriage.

"Don't you feel ashamed sitting in the priority seat?" a girl in an OL uniform suddenly spoke up, her sharp voice piercing the silence of the carriage. "Can't you see someone in need standing right there?"

All eyes instantly focused on Koenji.

"How truly uninteresting, lady." Koenji lifted his eyes slightly, his tone disdainful. "Why should I give up my seat to someone else?"

"The priority seat is for those who are inconvenienced! Why should a healthy person like you occupy it?" The OL girl refused to back down.

"What a crazy question!" Koenji sneered. "Having sound limbs is not my fault; why should I give up my seat to someone who arrived later than me?"—Truly worthy of our Beauty Brother; this retort was just too beautiful.

Just then, Kushida Kikyo, who was standing in the aisle, couldn't help but speak up, her voice earnest: "This student, the elderly lady is indeed having trouble, could you please give up your seat?" She hadn't found a seat since boarding, and although beads of sweat were already forming on her forehead, she maintained a gentle smile.

But she didn't know that moral kidnapping was useless against Beauty Brother.

Koenji merely glanced at her before closing his eyes again, ignoring her completely.

Kikyo turned to the others helplessly, with a hint of pleading: "Can anyone give up their seat for the elderly lady?"

The carriage fell into silence instantly. Most people lowered their heads, pretending to play with their phones or look at the scenery, as if they hadn't heard the request. Uesugi Hara noticed that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's fingers paused for a split second before resuming their previous rhythm—he was observing, but had no intention of intervening, which perfectly matched his style of hiding his strength.

Uesugi Hara stood up and spoke gently to the elderly lady: "Ma'am, please take my seat."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly broke the silence. The elderly lady thanked him repeatedly as he helped her to the seat. As he turned, Uesugi Hara specifically looked at Ayanokoji, who still had his head down as if nothing had happened, but Uesugi Hara was certain that this detail had already fallen into his eyes.

"Thank you, student!" Kikyo looked at him gratefully, her smile much more sincere. "My name is Kushida Kikyo. I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Uesugi Hara." He gave his name, his gaze sweeping over Horikita Suzune diagonally in front—she was putting down her book, glancing over with cold eyes before picking it back up.

"Student Uesugi, you're so kind." Kikyo sighed. "Just now, everyone..."

"It was just a small favor." Uesugi Hara interrupted her, his tone natural. "However, the students at this school seem to have more personality than I imagined." He glanced pointedly at Koenji, then swept his gaze toward Ayanokoji's direction as if by accident.

Kikyo followed his gaze, nodded, and then quickly shook her head: "Maybe everyone is just a bit shy. By the way, Student Uesugi, do you know about the introduction to this school? I heard..."

The two began to converse in low voices, moving from school rumors to their respective interests. Uesugi Hara responded to her topics with precision while observing Ayanokoji out of the corner of his eye—he remained with his head bowed, yet his ears were tilted ever so slightly toward the direction of their conversation.

The school bus gradually approached Advanced Nurturing, and the magnificent school building appeared outside the window. Looking at the structure, Uesugi Hara felt a surge of emotion. This place held not only the flamboyance of Koenji, the sharpness of Horikita, and the facade of Kikyo, but more importantly, the eyes of Ayanokoji, which saw through everything beneath a veneer of mediocrity.

As they disembarked, Uesugi Hara deliberately walked behind Kikyo, maintaining a moderate distance from Ayanokoji and Horikita. He noticed that while Ayanokoji's gait appeared casual, every step precisely avoided the congestion of the crowd; meanwhile, Horikita's clenched fists betrayed her intense concern for this school.

"Uesugi-kun, let's go check the class assignment list!" Kikyo tugged at his sleeve, her tone chirpy.

"Alright." Uesugi Hara nodded, his gaze lingering on Ayanokoji one last time. The other boy happened to look up, and their eyes met briefly in the air before quickly shifting away, as if by mere coincidence.

But Uesugi Hara knew that in this campus game, the most troublesome opponent was already in position. And he, armed with the foreknowledge of the plot, would quietly lay out his winning pieces while no one else noticed.

Sunlight spilled across the pristine school path, reflecting the figures of the youths walking toward their future, as well as the undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface.