First Lesson of the New School Term

It was 8:15 in the morning, and there was still some time before classes officially began.

Quite a few students had already taken their seats in Class 1-D's lecture hall.

Everyone was immersed in the celebration over the 100,000 points.

"Good morning, everyone (つ ω`*)~☆."

At the front of the classroom.

The energetic girl Kushida Kikyou was weaving through the class, enthusiastically greeting her classmates.

"Good morning, Kushida."

"Wow, Kushida, you look so cute today."

Under Kushida Kikyou's powerful social charm, the girls in the class quickly became close.

In the center of the classroom.

Hirata Yousuke was patiently chatting with the boys beside him about university club recruitment.

"Apparently, the school will be holding recruitment events for the various clubs in a while. We can all go take a look together then."

Meanwhile, near the corner at the back of the classroom, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka sat quietly in his seat, observing the situation around him.

His out-of-place "human-AI" vibe was practically spilling off the screen.

The second-to-last row by the window.

His deskmate, Horikita Suzune, had entered study mode long ago.

She was flipping through Advanced Mathematics, Volume One, completely immersed in the atmosphere of studying.

Was she really working this hard on the first lesson of the new school term?

Then again, it made sense. Someone like Horikita Suzune, an extreme believer in academic excellence who was eager to prove herself, would naturally devote herself wholeheartedly to her studies.

Tatsuya Sakuya pulled out the chair by the window and sat down. With elegant composure, he politely greeted his deskmate:

"Good morning, Horikita."

Horikita Suzune did not even raise her head. She merely replied coldly:

"Although I don't know what your purpose was in greeting me, as a matter of courtesy... Good morning, Shiba."

"Looks like the greeting went well."

Tatsuya Sakuya consoled himself with that thought.

Precisely 8:30.

Click.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels striking the floor, Chabashira Sae, Class 1-D's homeroom teacher and history teacher, pushed open the classroom's front door and quickly walked up to the podium.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Chabashira Sae placed the teaching materials in her hands on the podium and spoke in a low voice:

"Starting today, you will officially begin your university courses."

Chabashira Sae swept her cold gaze around the classroom and noticed several conspicuously empty seats in the back.

However, she did not count the students or ask for the names of those absent. She merely made a silent note in the attendance sheet she carried with her.

She switched on the multimedia projector and began droning through the history lesson with what appeared to be a hereditary PPT presentation.

Bang!

The classroom's back door was suddenly shoved open roughly.

Yamauchi Haruki rushed in with half a slice of toast clenched between his teeth, his clothes in disarray.

He braced both hands on his knees and panted heavily before shouting in a panic:

"Sorry, sorry, Teacher Chabashira, I... I set my phone alarm to the wrong time. I didn't mean to be late."

The entire class instantly turned their eyes toward Yamauchi Haruki, and quite a few people were already ready to watch him make a fool of himself.

However.

Chabashira Sae merely glanced at Yamauchi Haruki from the podium before continuing to read the lecture notes from the PPT on the screen. She did not say another word.

Yamauchi Haruki failed to react for a moment. The teacher had not said anything about his tardiness.

His tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he casually slipped back to his seat.

Beneath the podium.

The freshmen, who had maintained their initial sense of novelty, began to grow restless as well.

The theory was simply too dry and boring, and they had also witnessed firsthand how lax the teacher was about discipline.

The classroom's discipline began to collapse at an astonishing speed.

Ike Kanji, sitting in the back row, secretly placed his hands inside his desk drawer.

Using the bodies of the students in front of him as cover, he quietly connected the wireless controller for the Switch 2 he had just bought yesterday and began frantically fiddling with the game with his head lowered.

Yamauchi Haruki, not far away, was even more straightforward. He simply lay down and went to sleep.

He paid no attention to his classmates around him or the teacher on the podium. Before long, he was snoring and had sunk into dreamland.

An even more outrageous scene unfolded.

Kouenji Rokusuke, seated at the front of the classroom, elegantly took out the small mirror he carried with him and combed his beautiful blond hair.

Then.

Kouenji stood up and draped his uniform jacket over one shoulder with one hand.

Under the gaze of the entire class, Kouenji walked straight toward the classroom's back door.

"Hey, isn't it class right now?"

"Yeah, it's not over yet. Why is he just leaving?"

Some students voiced their doubts.

"Kouenji, where are you going?"

Chabashira Sae finally stopped lecturing and asked coldly from the podium.

Kouenji Rokusuke stopped walking.

"Sorry, Teacher Chabashira, but this boring lesson has completely failed to interest me. I've made an appointment at the top hair salon in Keyaki Mall, so I'll be taking my leave."

After saying that, Kouenji did not even wait for the teacher's permission before swaggering out.

Chabashira Sae merely watched Kouenji leave with a cold look before turning around and continuing to read the lecture notes, showing no intention of pursuing the matter.

"Damn, that works too? The teacher isn't even going to stop him for leaving early?"

"If I'd known, I would've gone shopping at Keyaki Mall too!"

Ike Kanji and Yamauchi Haruki stared wide-eyed, whispering excitedly among themselves.

The vast majority of the idiots in the class were swept up in the ecstatic thrill of "University teachers really don't care what you do. You can do whatever you want."

As expected of the familiar Class 1-D, everyone was still doing exactly as they pleased.

Tatsuya Sakuya took in everything happening in the classroom.

His deskmate, Horikita Suzune, looked around at the chaotic classroom with undisguised disgust.

She turned her head and lowered her voice as she spoke to her deskmate, Tatsuya Sakuya:

"This is unbelievable. Students are openly leaving class early, and the teacher doesn't even try to stop them. Is this class full of irredeemable idiots?"

Tatsuya Sakuya replied calmly:

"The teacher's failure to stop them suggests that the school is capable of tolerating this to some extent."

"Horikita, don't you think this school is almost too good? It has an employment rate of nearly one hundred percent, and we even receive such an enormous number of points every month."

Horikita Suzune replied:

"Although this school is backed and operated by the government, it's almost frighteningly good."

Precisely because this school could make people's wishes come true, one could not help but feel that there had to be certain risks involved.

Time passed quietly.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

The bell rang, and the first ninety-minute history lesson finally came to an end.

Chabashira Sae casually closed the teaching materials on the computer and neatly gathered the lecture notes on the desk.

Just as she was preparing to leave the classroom, she suddenly stopped. Standing beside the podium, she turned around and looked at the drowsy freshmen in the classroom.

Just like Class 1-D in previous years.

They were still a group of problem students who thought they had gotten a bargain and were beyond saving. One could even say they were the most poorly disciplined batch of defective products she had ever taught.

As their homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae knew this better than anyone.

During the ninety minutes that had just passed, Class 1-D had skipped class, left early, slept, played on their phones, and chatted privately. Each of these behaviors would result in the deduction of Class Points.

And Class Points were directly connected to the distribution of Private Points the following month.

Just as Chabashira Sae was about to step out of the classroom, she briefly met eyes with Tatsuya Sakuya.

The moment Chabashira Sae left, the classroom erupted into cheers.

"Awesome! We got through the first class this easily."

"Come on, let's go to Keyaki Mall and buy some coffee during the long break."

"Count me in. I barely got any rest, so I could really use something to wake me up."

"Long live university!"