Hachiman's Meritocracy Classroom Chapter 4

So, while it's said to be a class competition, the basic hardware of each class is different from the start.

The higher a class's ranking, the better the baseline quality of its student body.

Therefore, in the past, by the time students graduated in their third year, most of the representatives of the school were students from the original Class A.

Uprisings were rare.

And Class D was evaluated as garbage. It was filled with defective products and hopeless students.

And this is the substance of the school.

And this is what she had just been considering paying the price for, and if Hachiman asked, she would tell him.

However.

Chabashira now felt there was no need to tell him.

Whether it was her insight into the enormous points that could be gained by paying attention, or her rational thinking ability that wasn't clouded by the school's various privileges, and her deep understanding that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

All of it made her feel that if given time, he might discover the substance of this school very quickly.

It seemed Hiratsuka had brought her a treasure.

"Your question involves a rather high point cost, so I cannot disclose it," Sae Chabashira said.

"Oh."

"Don't be so down," Teacher Chabashira continued. "Make a deal with me. I can help you get permission to exchange the points you want for cash in advance."

Huh?

Hachiman then looked up at the female teacher.

Although Sae Chabashira seemed careless in class, now her eyes... had a light in them.

But... Hachiman felt as if he was being... targeted.

"What does Teacher Chabashira want me to do?"

Hachiman's student ID's private account only had 100,000 points.

Within the school, one point was equal to 1 yen in purchasing power.

But he also felt he might not receive that much money next month.

After all...

40 students per class, 160 students for 4 classes, an expenditure of 16 million per month.

And it wasn't just first-year students, but also upperclassmen, right?

So, no matter how you look at it, it was a huge sum of money, and the school authorities holding the finances wouldn't be so lenient.

And this was reflected in Teacher Chabashira's various "cannot disclose" responses.

The school wouldn't be so kind.

Nor would it do charity for no reason.

"As their homeroom teacher, I don't know your information very well, and I want you to investigate some students and submit their files. I'll give you 200,000 points per student as a reward," Chabashira said. "Don't refuse, because you won't find anyone else willing to pay this much."

A student's file was worth 200,000 points. If there were 40 students, that would be 8 million.

And now, a student could earn 100,000 points just for enrolling.

The treatment seemed good.

But Teacher Chabashira said she wouldn't find anyone else willing to pay this much...

This meant that life from now on would indeed be terrible?

After accepting Teacher Chabashira's mission, Hachiman returned to the classroom.

After all, he was still just a student.

But when he returned, he found that... the students in the classroom had disappeared, with only two or three people left.

Uh.

This means that the students had already formed their own cliques?

"Hachiman."

But at this moment, a clean-cut boy with green-gold hair, sitting near the podium, suddenly turned around.

"The students went to get their books and have already taken them back to the dorms."

"Some students also went to the shopping street to verify if they could use the points on their student IDs for shopping."

Oh.

Is that so.

That makes sense.

Because when he went to chase Chabashira, he was led to the rooftop of the school building by her again.

By the time he actually came down, it was already half an hour later.

This amount of time was indeed enough for the students to receive their points and leave.

Moreover, it was free accommodation, and they received living expenses worth 100,000 yen. Everyone must have been very excited and naturally went to verify if they could use it immediately.

Only...

Isn't this very bad?

Because this also meant that the students had formed their own little cliques... and he was the one left behind.

And he was still burdened with the task Komachi mentioned of finding his own friends.

Had the difficulty already increased before it even began?

Hachiman thought to himself.

"I saved all your books for you. It's great that you're back now."

Hirata said, standing up.

"I've already asked someone else to take my books back to the dorm. Should I help you take yours back too?"

"Also, we've created a class group chat. Can I add you?"

"I'll pull you in."

"It'll be convenient for both notifying things and helping each other."

"Well, of course, it's not that I need to worry about you... it's just that Hachiman was interrupted during his self-introduction, right? It gives me a feeling that I can't rest easy and leave you be."

Hirata said.

However.

Huh?

What kind of angel is this?

Hachiman was surprised.

Right after he entered this class, it was the clean-cut boy in front of him who organized the self-introductions.

At that time, Hachiman's impression of him was that he was definitely a normie, very good at social situations like this, and would surely become very popular.

But now.

It seemed he wasn't just approachable, but... he was truly a male angel.

"Then, I'll add you as a friend now." Hirata said, taking out his phone to contact him.

But his phone received a message.

It seemed he had received messages from several classmates simultaneously.

"Hmm, just a moment..." Hirata said quickly.

Then he quickly replied to his classmates.

The messages were mostly asking him what happened and what they should do.

Hirata was trusted by others.

He was very busy.

Yeah.

This also caused Hachiman's evaluation of him to shift somewhat.

Because.

It seemed he wasn't just a male angel, but a male mama.

Chapter 005: Little Angel Kushida Joins the Battle!

"Beep!"

After getting his room key from the dorm manager, Hachiman unlocked the dorm room he was assigned.

Room 304.

The room wasn't large, about four by five tatami mats.

However, the amenities were quite complete: a single bed with white bedding proving it was new and completely clean, allowing him to move in with peace of mind.

A computer desk, a swivel chair, an intercom phone on the desk, a storage cabinet next to it, and an air conditioner above the desk.

The bed was directly opposite the entrance. To the right of the entrance was a bathroom and toilet.

The wall outside the bathroom was the wardrobe.

And from the entrance to the bed, there was a simple kitchen.

This was everything in the room.

Simple, but complete.

For the students, it was an absolutely excellent environment.

For Hachiman, who had no experience living with others, it was a great relief.

"Well then, let's put the books away."

Hirata said.

"What are your plans now, Hachiman?" Hirata Yosuke asked.

It seemed he was preparing to continue acting with Hachiman.

"I'm probably going to head to the shopping district to pick up some daily necessities, and then do a little exploring of the school," Hachiman said. "After all, I've only just enrolled, and I haven't even walked around the school yet."

"I see..." Hirata seemed ready to follow, but then he shook his head. "I have something I need to do, so I can't go with you."

He said this while looking down at his phone.

It seemed a student from their class had gotten into an argument with a student from another class.

Hirata, acting as the class's "mom," decided to go check it out.

In other words, he was already acting as a unifying force for the class, like a firefighter rushing to extinguish any conflict or problem that arose.

Having a student like him in the same class was reassuring.

But... there were so many people in the class who needed Hirata's attention... Overall, it didn't feel very stable.

Just as Teacher Chabashira hadn't explained directly.

Would they not receive as generous living expenses next month as they did now?

Then, after Hirata left, Hachiman placed his books on the desk and looked around the dormitory, familiarizing himself with the surroundings.

He then sat back against the chair.

"Click—"