Goodbye, My Life

It was now the second day after school started, and the first day of formal classes.

In other schools, the first lesson would usually be an introduction to the subjects or a plan for the upcoming curriculum.

Advanced Nurturing High School, however, went straight for the intensity, diving directly into the actual subject matter and covering several crucial key points.

The students in Classes D and C were likely having a rough time, while in Class A, there wasn't a single person struggling to keep up.

But... there was one exception.

Looking like he understood everything despite not grasping a single word—this was an advanced technique U Amakusa had spent years perfecting.

Because only by doing this would the teacher never call on you to answer questions.

U Amakusa wasn't idle during the break, or rather, he was idle with nothing to do.

Rustle—

Right in the middle of the break, U Amakusa was scribbling furiously on his desk, looking exactly like a student consolidating the points the teacher had just covered.

In reality, he was calculating yesterday's earnings.

Seven people in total, amounting to 4.45 million points: three from Third-Year Class A, two from Third-Year Class B, and two from Second-Year Class A.

Who was the leader of Third-Year Class B? He didn't know.

U Amakusa planned to sell the information to Manabu Horikita to earn a favor. The third years weren't as harmonious as the second years; they were still in a state of competition. As for the second years, specifically Miyabi Nagumo, U Amakusa felt he was a bit of a nuisance.

Fortunately, no one was paying attention to him, otherwise, such behavior would be hard to explain.

Additionally, the two friends U Amakusa had made at lightning speed, Satoshi Satonaka and Naoki Shimizu, saw that U Amakusa seemed to be studying and didn't come over to disturb him.

It had to be said, Satoshi Satonaka and Naoki Shimizu would also occasionally use the breaks to reinforce concepts they didn't quite understand.

It seemed there were no poor students in Class A; even the worst were at least average and not particularly lacking.

Moreover, they were willing to work hard; their attitude alone was better than most.

As for Kamuro, she didn't want to have anything more to do with U Amakusa, so naturally, she wouldn't take the initiative to talk to him.

However, Kamuro had expected U Amakusa to use his injuries to deliberately disgust her, but it seemed he hadn't done so.

No, it was just that U Amakusa hadn't done it yet.

"Orange..."

"Shut up!"

U Amakusa had only just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Kamuro through gritted teeth, though her voice was exceptionally quiet, given they were in the classroom.

The moment U Amakusa looked at Kamuro, she felt a sense of being on pins and needles.

This guy U Amakusa definitely had no good intentions!

But would U Amakusa just let it go like this? Obviously not.

"Orange, are you never going to look at me?" U Amakusa put on a pitiful expression.

The book Kamuro was holding began to deform, various vein symbols popped up on her forehead, and she pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Yo, she could still hold it in.

"Are you not even going to reply to me?"

"How cruel~ especially after doing such a terrible thing to me yesterday... sob sob..."

As he spoke, U Amakusa touched his eyes. The eye patch was gone, but a faint bruise could still be seen on his upper eye socket.

The vein symbols began their familiar splitting routine; Kamuro's cheeks flushed red, and the corners of her mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Pfft, pfft..."

Hm?

U Amakusa followed the sound and saw it was Naoki Shimizu. U Amakusa wore a look of utter confusion.

What are you doing, kid?

Not thinking too much about it, U Amakusa continued his "Operation Tease Kamuro," since class hadn't started yet.

"Orange, once there was a sincere love placed before me, but I did not cherish it. Only after losing it did I regret it. There is no greater pain in this world than this. If..."

"Ahem..."

Hiss, what the hell are you doing, kid?

U Amakusa turned his head to look at Naoki Shimizu, lifting his chin in annoyance at being interrupted, looking as if he were about to flip him off.

Naoki Shimizu didn't care about the message U Amakusa was conveying; sweat was beading on his forehead as he winked and gestured frantically.

Hm?

At this moment, U Amakusa realized something was indeed wrong.

Even though Class A wasn't overly noisy during breaks, it was truly quiet right now.

Many eyes around the room seemed to be fixed on U Amakusa, as if they were prepared to watch a good show.

What was this? He couldn't have been heard during his hushed conversation with Kamuro, could he? Could it be that his performance was too exaggerated?

The way Naoki Shimizu kept winking and grimacing gradually made U Amakusa feel that something was off.

He suddenly realized he was sitting by the wall—no, U Amakusa was sitting by the window.

Turning his head, he saw a middle-aged man standing outside the window, exuding an air of natural authority: Majima.

"Don't mind me, I was just passing by. I only stopped because I was curious about the way young people pursue each other these days."

With that, he walked away, as class had not yet begun.

Majima had made no effort to lower his voice, and his deep, resonant tone carried across the entire classroom.

U Amakusa had spoken quietly enough that only those nearby could hear him, and since the students in front of and behind him were absent, he had felt safe to...

But now, the whole class knew exactly what he had been doing.

The truth was out; the students had been looking at Majima, who stood behind him, wondering why the teacher was lingering at the window.

Kamuro, sitting beside him, was blushing so deeply it was hard to tell if she was shy or simply furious.

All that was certain was that the book in Kamuro's grip had been crumpled into a ball, and she was curling her toes inside her shoes in sheer mortification.

If the classroom floor had been made of dirt, Kamuro might have tried to bury herself in it.

U Amakusa woodenly shifted his gaze from the window to the rest of the class.

Well, it's over.

Goodbye, my life.