Class A's Beginning

The two of them arrived at the terminal in silence, disembarked, and reached the gates of the school they were about to enter.

Advanced Nurturing High School.

Shiina was shy and silent, feeling awkward, while U Amakusa had his mind entirely occupied by the golden finger he had just acquired.

From what he could tell so far, his golden finger was rather weak, only capable of displaying some basic information about others.

Forget it, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. It doesn't matter to me anyway, as long as I can live a peaceful school life. U Amakusa's first instinct was to slack off.

Although this place was known as a battle royale for vocational students, U Amakusa didn't consider himself particularly high-IQ; he was about at the level of an average person.

"Um... Amakusa-kun... we'll be classmates from now on, please take care of me." Shiina gathered her courage to greet U Amakusa.

U Amakusa finally stopped daydreaming, returned to reality, and suddenly struck a cool pose.

"A dashing guy like me will naturally be in the same class as all the handsome boys and beautiful girls. Shiina-san will undoubtedly be our class beauty."

"...Pfft... haha... I'm looking forward to seeing if we'll be in the same class, Amakusa-kun." Shiina covered her mouth and giggled, seemingly forgetting the awkwardness from before.

"Rest assured, Shiina-san, we will both have a happy school life." U Amakusa gave Hiyori a sunny, encouraging smile.

Yeah, right.

There's no way a battle royale like this could be happy. Even though Shiina was cute, sorry, but I have no intention of going to Class D.

If there was a class U Amakusa wanted to be in, it had to be Class A. Rather than working hard to reach Rome, it's better to be born in Rome.

After entering the campus, U Amakusa parted ways with Hiyori. Naturally, the first thing to do upon arriving at school was to go to the dormitory to drop off his luggage; since boarding was mandatory, he couldn't exactly wander around carrying his bags.

After settling his things, U Amakusa didn't immediately go to check his class assignment.

This school was very special. U Amakusa had read the original work and knew about its peculiarities, but he lacked the motivation to care.

He wandered around the school for a while, his gaze mostly lingering on the female students.

Of course, U Amakusa didn't consider himself a pervert; he was observing the text floating above the girls' heads.

Who knew if there were others hiding even deeper? As for why it was mostly girls, don't ask.

But he was disappointed. He didn't see any upperclassmen, and among the freshmen, there was almost nothing special, except... for that girl with long black hair at the entrance.

Her iconic look was too distinct; U Amakusa knew exactly who she was without even thinking.

Horikita Suzune.

And Ayanokoji right beside her.

"For the sake of my peaceful school life, I'd better stay away from Ayanokoji." U Amakusa didn't give Horikita too much attention, just a few glances.

U Amakusa's eyesight had always been excellent.

The glasses were just plain lenses.

"Still, there was a harvest. The only value of this golden finger is that it indicates upcoming actions. If I can artificially change them..."

U Amakusa muttered his deductions to himself while continuously fiddling with a game coin in his hand.

Some girls around him noticed U Amakusa because he had a handsome face and was quite tall, though a bit thin.

But it was hard to say if he was the type who was "lean but muscular" under his clothes; a boy's charm often came from the girls' imaginations.

U Amakusa tossed the coin into the air and caught it.

"Time's about up. Time to head to the classroom and see which class I'm in. Please, anything but Class D."

Class A.

Standing at the door of Class A, U Amakusa couldn't be in a better mood, as if he had just bought a new account only to find out it was maxed out.

Regarding the fact that he had picked up the original owner's spot in Class A, U Amakusa could only say: you guys go ahead and work hard, just leave the results to me.

But the problem was, without interfering with the plot, their class would be crushed by Ayanokoji.

Especially that certain white-haired loli who gave everything away for free.

Thinking about that, U Amakusa wasn't quite as happy anymore.

Upon stepping into Class A, the scene U Amakusa had imagined didn't appear. Even at the door, the classroom was too quiet. Normally, in such an unfamiliar environment, shouldn't people be rushing to get to know each other?

You strike up a conversation, I strike up a conversation, and the class would become lively, the volume rising—without exception.

It was too quiet. Everyone was just sitting in their seats.

Although most people were no different from the average person, chatting with those nearby, it was very soft, like the level of whispering during class.

A small number of people were still reading, just like the certain white-haired loli who caught U Amakusa's eye at a glance.

[Expand]? Interesting.

Ability, Super Deduction.

The moment U Amakusa put on his glasses, the information above Sakayanagi's head flooded in.

[Sakayanagi Arisu

(No need to introduce the rest)

Due to her cute appearance and physical condition, she doesn't often appear in public, often giving those unfamiliar with her a gentle impression. In reality, however, she possesses powerful analytical abilities, is extremely combative, and is very calculating.]

I will soon run into Kamuro Masumi stealing beer at the supermarket and snap a photo of it.

All of this happened in a flash; U Amakusa quickly withdrew his gaze before Sakayanagi could notice.

U Amakusa swallowed hard and walked toward his seat.

Hmm, back row by the window—a classic.

After sitting down, U Amakusa was more concerned with his deskmate than Sakayanagi, because his deskmate was none other than Kamuro Masumi herself.

Compared to Sakayanagi, Kamuro could be said to have no guile at all, so U Amakusa began to observe her boldly, especially those curves that were hard to gauge.

Who would have thought, Kamuro is actually quite well-endowed.

"What are you staring at? Disgusting."

Kamuro frowned at U Amakusa with an expression of repulsion.

From Kamuro's perspective, U Amakusa had been muttering to himself, then gradually started chuckling, and his laughter grew increasingly perverted.

It was no different from a total creep!

Kamuro couldn't stand it anymore and directly interrupted U Amakusa's perverted grin.

Because Kamuro felt that if she didn't speak up to stop him, U Amakusa would start drooling while looking at her.

"Eh?"

"Sorry, sorry."

Thinking about it carefully, staring at a girl like that really wasn't great, so U Amakusa rubbed his head in embarrassment.

"Hmph." Kamuro didn't want to deal with this pervert and let out a cold snort.

"Ahahaha."

That said, U Amakusa couldn't deny that Kamuro was a rare beauty, the tall and slender type, though compared to a select few, the standard for beautiful girls at this school was just too high.

U Amakusa fiddled with his pen out of boredom and sighed.

He thought it over carefully; if he didn't do anything, wouldn't his transmigration be a waste? Not to mention there was a mystery waiting for him.

Thinking of this, U Amakusa mimicked the way other students whispered and greeted Kamuro.

"Hello, what's your name, classmate?"

However, the moment he finished the sentence, U Amakusa felt so embarrassed he could curl his toes into his shoes; he had just been called disgusting and was now asking for her name.

He was just asking for a cold shoulder.

More importantly, Kamuro ignored him completely, showing no reaction at all.

U Amakusa took a deep breath and began his performance.

"The once-in-a-century beauty, Kamuro Masumi-san, could I be friends with you?"

Kamuro continued to treat U Amakusa as if he didn't exist, not replying, but that was exactly what he wanted.

U Amakusa spoke slowly, his tone dripping with oiliness.

"If you don't reply, I'll just keep looking at you~ Even during class, I won't look away; I'll just keep staring at you... It's all your fault for being so cute, Kamuro-san. Those soft, fleshy thighs, those plump breasts, and those alluring cherry lips—I can't hold back..."

"Shut up!" Kamuro finally couldn't take it anymore and called out to stop U Amakusa.

Kamuro gritted her teeth and turned to look at her perverted deskmate.

"What exactly do you want!"

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, U Amakusa stopped, as he himself felt it was indeed a bit disgusting.

"Didn't I say? I want to be friends with the beautiful Kamuro-san." U Amakusa smiled and extended his hand.

But clearly, Kamuro didn't want to shake his hand; she just stared at U Amakusa's outstretched hand with an expression as if she were looking at something filthy.

U Amakusa didn't care what Kamuro thought; if she didn't want to shake hands, he wouldn't force it, so he pulled his hand back.

Kamuro still didn't speak; naturally, she wouldn't say anything. She didn't want to shake hands with a pervert, nor did she want to be friends with one.

If Kamuro had thought she might have misunderstood U Amakusa before, now that U Amakusa had clearly branded himself a pervert, she didn't want to have any further contact with him.

Hmm? Wait, how did this pervert know her name?

Kamuro looked sharply at U Amakusa's face. Huh, this pervert actually looked decent enough—no, that wasn't important.

"How do you know my name?" Kamuro furrowed her brows, glaring at U Amakusa in front of her with deep suspicion.

Hearing this, the corners of U Amakusa's mouth curled up into a smug smile. He gloated inwardly, knowing Kamuro had taken the bait.

He had originally thought that with Kamuro's not-so-sharp brain, she might not fall for it so easily.

There hadn't been a self-introduction segment yet, and there were no names on the desks, yet U Amakusa had been able to say Kamuro's name precisely.

U Amakusa said unhurriedly, "Ah... about that, before I answer, let me introduce myself. I'm U Amakusa, and my hobbies are..."

"I don't want to hear that. How do you know my name? Are you a stalker?" Kamuro's eyes turned sharp.

"Have you ever seen a pervert this handsome?" U Amakusa struck a pose, full of himself.

"Disgusting."

Is this really the best school in Japan? How did a pervert like this even get in, and how on earth does he know my name?

"If you want to know, let's go grab a bite to eat later. You're paying, of course."

"No."

Kamuro refused without a moment's hesitation, turning her head away with an expression of pure impatience. On top of everything else, U Amakusa expected her to foot the bill—there was no way she would give him a pleasant look.

"I'll keep watching you until—"

"Shut up! Fine, I'll go, okay!"

Kamuro felt like she was going insane. How did she end up meeting someone like this? She decided she would just agree to his face, lead him to some secluded corner, and beat him to a pulp.

Yes, that would do.

"That's just wonderful. Let's head out in a bit, then." U Amakusa clapped his hands together with a theatrical flourish.

"Huh? I don't want to."

"It's fine, there are no classes today."

"Huh?"

U Amakusa's tone was so matter-of-fact that Kamuro froze in surprise.

"What are you talking about? How could there be no classes?"

Was this pervert planning to skip school?

U Amakusa had no intention of explaining. Soon, the teachers would arrive to introduce the school and talk about points and the like; today was, in every sense of the word, a day without classes.