Ayanokoji Kiyoha Wants to See the World

Although Class D was officially labeled by the school as a gathering place for "defective products," that did not mean the students here were entirely useless.

In fact, many of them possessed unique strengths of their own; they were simply obscured by poor discipline and difficult personalities.

For instance, Sudo Ken, a sports scholarship student, had physical capabilities that were absolutely top-tier in the grade. Then there was Sotomura Hideo, who, despite being taciturn, was an undeniable computer genius.

Wu Qiao keenly noticed this. Over the past week, whenever he had free time, he would seek out his classmates to ask questions related to their knowledge or skills.

This became a peculiar sight in Class D: Wu Qiao, who always appeared lazy, was actually humbly seeking guidance from those around him.

Moreover, in the process of sharing their knowledge, many students could feel a sense of pleasure in being needed.

As Wu Qiao farmed experience for the Path of Erudition, he could simultaneously farm experience for the Path of Elation—it was killing two birds with one stone.

Of course, there were plenty of absurd situations in Class D this week. It was common for two students to perfectly miss each other; one would vanish after the morning classes, while the other would only saunter in for the afternoon.

One could only say that the class points hitting zero was the limit of the scoring system, not the limit of this group of "free spirits" in Class D.

However, Wu Qiao would occasionally take the initiative to organize study sessions. For example... right now.

In a corner of the classroom, Ayanokoji Kiyoha was holding a pen, scribbling on a draft sheet, earnestly teaching Wu Qiao calculus.

It must be said... those complex differential equations were driving Wu Qiao insane.

Although the Path of Erudition had enhanced his computational power, it did not mean he could instantly grasp these advanced mathematical principles. The pain of having knowledge forcibly crammed into his brain made him furrow his brows.

Looking at the symbols on the draft paper that resembled celestial scripts, Wu Qiao couldn't help it anymore and hurriedly grabbed the passing Wang Meiyu: "Classmate Wang, you're from China. I've heard that math education over there is very strong, and you're the best at it. Come help me take a look!"

Wang Meiyu stopped in her tracks and leaned over to look at the problem Ayanokoji Kiyoha had set. Her originally confident expression froze instantly, followed by her blinking in utter confusion. She waved her hands helplessly and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to do this either."

In truth, Wu Qiao was simply looking for some fun to distract his mind and alleviate the pain of his brain's overload. Yet, he maintained a serious and puzzled expression on his face, asking in Chinese: "No way? Don't you guys say, 'No matter how stupid a person is, can't they learn calculus by fourteen?' How come you..."

Wang Meiyu immediately looked as if she had suffered a massive blow, clutching her chest and taking two exaggerated steps back: "Wu-kun, you can't strip me of my nationality in one sentence and my humanity in the next! Those are just humble-brags from geniuses; how many 'stupid' people have they actually met? Even though I'm an international student, I'm just an ordinary girl with a preference for liberal arts, okay!"

Watching Wang Meiyu's cute, devastated expression, Ayanokoji Kiyoha beside them silently put down her pen. There was still no expression on that exquisite little face, but a trace of an indiscernible emotion flickered in her eyes. She took a light sip of her juice, as if watching an entertaining silent film.

Wu Qiao couldn't help but laugh out loud, waving his hand: "Alright, alright, it was my stereotype. It seems geniuses are indeed the minority."

He looked back at the differential equations on the draft paper, sighed, and resignedly picked up his pen. Although the process was painful, he still had to grit his teeth and grind out the experience bar for the [Path of Erudition].

As soon as the afternoon bell rang, Wu Qiao unceremoniously played the role of the "hands-off manager." He grabbed the still-dazed Ayanokoji Kiyoha and walked straight toward Karuizawa Kei, Matsushita Chiaki, Sato Maya, and the others who were chatting together.

"Everyone, I'll leave this 'sheltered young lady' in your care." Wu Qiao smiled as he pushed Ayanokoji Kiyoha toward Karuizawa Kei, his tone sounding as if he were entrusting them with a newly unearthed artifact. "Take her to the Commercial Street and let her witness the hardships of the world... no, wait, the prosperity of the world."

Karuizawa Kei raised an eyebrow, looking the girl with the unique aura up and down, then laughed helplessly: "Leave it to us! You can go do your thing, Wu-kun."

As for whether they would lead Ayanokoji Kiyoha astray? Wu Qiao felt that it might be better if they did. After all, for a "blank slate" who possessed top-tier strength but lacked common sense, adding a little color would only make her more interesting.

Wu Qiao waved his hand, turned around, and headed to the library to continue his painful yet fulfilling training on the [Path of Erudition].

Left behind, Ayanokoji Kiyoha frowned slightly. Just as she was about to retort to Wu Qiao's comment about her being a "sheltered young lady," she was surrounded by the enthusiastic group of gyaru. Matsushita Chiaki, Mori Nene, and the others showed great interest in her.

"Hey, hey, Ayanokoji-san, what brand of skincare do you use? Your skin is so good!"

"It's true, you feel just like a young lady from a manga!"

"I heard you've never even been to a convenience store?"

"My god, that's just too unworldly!"

As Wu Qiao put it, Ayanokoji Kiyoha was a "sheltered young lady."

Although this assessment felt a bit strange, and Ayanokoji Kiyoha herself even wanted to refute it, the fact remained that because she had been isolated from normal society by "that place" for so long, her extreme lack of common sense only convinced the group of girls further that she was indeed a "young lady."

Facing the girls' barrage of questions and exclamations, Ayanokoji Kiyoha opened her mouth, but ultimately chose silence. She decided not to refute this beautiful misunderstanding.

After all, explaining it would be too much trouble...

After being ushered to the Commercial Street by the group of gyaru, Ayanokoji Kiyoha's gaze was gradually drawn to the dazzling array of small shops along the road.

The colorful dolls in the claw machines, the sparkling hair clips in the accessory shops, the exquisitely shaped cakes in the dessert shops... many little things she had never seen in "that place" made her eyes shimmer with curiosity.

"Wow, this is so cute!" Sato Maya pulled her into a general store and held up a fluffy charm in front of her.

"Do you like it, Ayanokoji-san? It's a gift!" Karuizawa Kei waved her hand generously, bought it directly, and shoved it into her hand.

Ayanokoji Kiyoha held the soft charm, feeling the warmth from her palm, and blinked involuntarily. Although she had been forcibly labeled a "young lady," being shown the world by this group of enthusiastic girls didn't seem... like such a bad thing.

Watching Ayanokoji Kiyoha's obedient and curious appearance, Karuizawa Kei secretly sighed to herself: That guy really understands people. A girl with this kind of personality is definitely best suited for them to "train."