D-Class Jiahao, Does Horikita Like Me?

Faculty Office.

Mashima Tomoya, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-A, had just been about to head to his class to call someone out when the phone in his pocket suddenly chimed. He instinctively took it out and looked.

Then...

His finger froze.

Several videos had popped up on the screen.

They swept the top three spots on the regional campus network's trending list.

Their titles read:

[Hooded Jiahao Walks in a Downpour!]

[Breaking! Breaking! Breaking! Jiahao's Rainy-Day Spawn Point—Bus Stop.]

[Exposed! The Untold Secret Between Eighteen-Year-Old Jiahao and an Elderly Lady!]

Mashima was stunned.

Ridiculous. The protagonist of all three videos was actually the same person...

Sakaue Kazuma, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-C, took a sip of hot tea and noticed his expression. "What's up? You're grinning so hard your face is wrinkling."

Mashima pursed his lips and shakily handed over his phone.

"Hm?"

Sakaue took one look, then smiled. "(^▽^)!"

On the screen, a boy was walking through the rain with his hands in his pockets, making all sorts of grand declarations, topped off by the most eye-catching iconic scene—waving his hands flamboyantly as he invited an elderly person to take a seat.

This was the exuberance of youth. He couldn't help recalling his own school days, back when...

Never mind, never mind. A true man did not boast of past glories.

"The kid's full of energy. The video's pretty entertaining."

But...

Why did that uniform look so familiar...

Then...

He noticed Mashima's brow knitting tighter and tighter, his lips even trembling.

"What is it?"

"Sakaue!"

Mashima looked anxious. "That kid is wearing our school's uniform!"

"What?!"

Sakaue's whole body jolted!

A student from Advanced Nurturing High School?!

This...

He could laugh it off when he merely saw Jiahao, but if Jiahao ended up in his class, that was absolutely unacceptable!

What teacher would like a Jiahao who was so unconventional and impossible to discipline?

God bless, please don't let him come wreck my class!

Amid the mounting panic.

Mashima immediately pulled up the files of every first-year student and compared the photos one by one.

At last, he breathed a sigh of relief. "He's a D-Class student. You scared me to death."

Sakaue was delighted to hear that and patted his chest in lingering fear. "A defective product, huh? This year's class assignments are pretty reasonable."

Hoshinomiya let out a wine-scented burp, her little face somewhat displeased. "Tch, the first student to be remembered by all the teachers is actually from D-Class..."

"Ahhh, I lost to little Sae-chan~"

"But if I poach him into B-Class, what kind of expression will little Sae-chan make?"

"I can hardly wait~"

Meanwhile.

In the first-year classroom corridor.

Chabashira spotted a masked boy pressed against the crack in D-Class's classroom door, sneakily peeking inside.

According to the enrollment records, he should have been a student in her class. It seemed his surname was the same as that second guy from Naruto?

"Uchiha, could you help carry some enrollment materials to the office?"

"Um, Uchiha? Can you hear me?"

The masked boy turned around for a quick look but paid no attention.

Hahahaha!

This was killing him.

What idiot had such a cringey surname?!

He definitely had to meet that guy someday.

Click, click, click—

The sound of high heels striking the floor drew closer and closer.

When he turned around again, Uchiha found the female teacher standing right behind him.

Teacher, why are you standing behind me?

Trying to ambush me?

What did that mean?

Just as the boy in the black hood withdrew his gaze, a cool voice with hints of weariness reached his ears.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as agreement."

"The things are a little heavy. Go into the classroom and get a few male students to help."

Chabashira tilted her head slightly, her eyes giving him a cursory once-over—

This boy's eyes were incredibly bright. He was kind of handsome, and fairly tall too—probably around six feet.

?

Uchiha was dumbfounded.

"Teacher, are you talking to me?"

"If there aren't any ghosts in this world, then I should be talking to you."

The implication was clear: you were the only conspicuous fool in this hallway. If she wasn't talking to him, was she supposed to be talking to ghosts?

"..."

His defenses instantly shattered—

Uchiha laughed and cried at the same time.

He couldn't accept this reality!!

Damn it!

My name was Uchiha?

The idiot was me?!!

Before he could recover.

Chabashira turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the wind.

Hey, I never agreed to this, Teacher!

[ Ding! ]

[Daily mission issued: Make the four first-year homeroom teachers remember the host and leave a deep impression on them, while accumulating a total of 2,000 Passion Points.]

[Reward: Lesser superpower—Eidetic Memory. An essential skill for top students. The host is advised to obtain it immediately and enlighten that shriveled little brain!]

[Current superpowers: Rain Curtain Isolation, Kirin Arm.]

[Ordinary abilities: Singing, dancing, rap, basketball.]

[Current Passion Points: 458]

Damn, why was it another unhinged mission?

Uchiha was speechless.

That sudden "ding" had given him psychological trauma.

But.

That didn't stop him from coveting the Eidetic Memory skill.

In his previous life, he had been bad at studying and could never remember classical poems or English vocabulary, which was why he had failed the exams.

Whatever people lacked, they naturally wanted to make up for.

Let's do this!

Say, if I gave each teacher a princess carry, would that leave a deep enough impression?

Or should I shout right in front of them, "I want to become prime minister"?

What the hell was wrong with me?!

Could the comedic nonsense get lost already?!

Don't get sidetracked!

The teacher just told me to move some things...

Then I had to come up with a terrible idea. Hehe.

Passion Points, get over here!!

Straightening his collar, Uchiha strode boldly into the D-Class classroom, scanning the nameplates on the desks without letting his gaze wander.

Oh my god, there were so many pretty girls in this class. The orange-haired girl and the black-haired beauty were both here.

There were also two absolute bombshells. As his eyes casually swept over the names on their desks, he saw that the red-haired twin-tailed girl was Sakura Airi, while the blue-haired long-haired girl was Hasebe Haruka...

It wasn't that he was lecherous. Anyone would take a few extra glances when they ran into girls this pretty, right?

The blonde gyaru mingling among the girls wasn't bad either...

Hm?

Wang Meiyu?

There was even an exchange student from China?

Such an elegant name, as beautiful as the person herself.

Unfortunately, her chest hadn't developed yet...

Of course, there was also a scene of utter chaos in the classroom—

A group of hormone-fueled boys were arm-wrestling.

However, Uchiha had no interest in it.

Finally.

Persistence paid off.

He found his seat.

The one by the window in the back row.

Didn't anyone think this spot was glowing with golden light?

Oh, the sunlight was just too glaring. Never mind...

"Ahem—"

This was too much!

The moment he saw the student nameplate, he completely lost it!!!

[Name: Uchiha Jiahao]

A cringey surname paired with a name that made him flinch!!

He was tired. Let the world end already!!!

Dad, Mom, I never wronged you two. Why did you give me such a "cool" name?!!

Well, case closed!

I was mixed-race. My dad was Japanese, and my mom was Chinese~

Perhaps out of shame, Uchiha immediately hid the nameplate in the drawer.

Feeling mentally exhausted, he had just sat down and was about to rest for a while.

When he suddenly heard an annoyed "Tch"~

People with sensitive nerves couldn't stand that sound. He turned to the right in irritation—

Horikita Suzune had a cold expression as she irritably closed the title page of her novel, apparently losing all interest in reading because of someone's arrival.

"What an unpleasant coincidence."

"I should have checked the almanac before going out."

"I never expected to be in the same class as you."

Horikita shifted her gaze slightly to the left, her face full of rejection and indifference.

Uchiha reined in his expression and pressed his index finger to the bridge of his nose. "Twice."

"What do you mean, twice?"

The masked boy stared unblinkingly at Horikita.

"You've approached me twice now..."

"Tell me, do you like me?"