The First Lesson of the Semester

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

Quite a few students had gradually taken their seats in Class 1-D's tiered classroom.

Everyone was immersed in the excitement of having one hundred thousand points.

"Good morning, everyone (つω`*)~☆."

At the front of the classroom.

The energetic girl, Kushida Kikyou, was moving through the classroom, warmly greeting her classmates.

"Morning, Kushida."

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

Thanks to Kushida Kikyou's exceptional social charm, the girls in the class had almost instantly become friendly with one another.

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 various clubs soon. We can all go have a look together when the time comes."

Near the corner at the back of the classroom, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka sat quietly in his seat, observing his surroundings.

His out-of-place, NPC-like aura was practically spilling off the screen.

Second row from the back by the window.

Horikita Suzune, his desk mate, had already gotten into the zone.

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

Was she really working this hard during the very first lesson?

Then again, for an extreme meritocrat like Horikita Suzune, who was eager to prove herself, throwing herself wholeheartedly into her studies was only natural.

Tatsuya Sakuya pulled out his window-side chair and sat down, his movements elegant and composed. He politely greeted his desk mate.

"Good morning, Horikita."

Horikita Suzune did not even raise her head, merely replying coolly.

"Though I do not know what your purpose is in greeting me, out of courtesy... good morning, Tatsuya."

"Looks like the greeting counted as a success."

Tatsuya Sakuya consoled himself that way.

8:30 sharp.

Click.

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

"Quiet, everyone."

Chabashira Sae placed the teaching materials in her hands on the podium, her voice low.

"Starting today, your university coursework officially begins."

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

Yet she neither took attendance nor asked for the names of those absent. She merely made silent notes on the attendance sheet she carried with her.

She turned on the multimedia projector and began reading straight from what looked like some ancient, inherited PowerPoint, teaching history word for word.

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 disheveled.

With both hands on his knees, he panted heavily and cried out in panic.

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

The entire class instantly turned to look at Yamauchi Haruki, and quite a few students were already prepared to laugh at him.

However.

Chabashira Sae merely glanced at Yamauchi Haruki before continuing to read the lecture from the PowerPoint screen without saying another word.

Yamauchi Haruki was a little slow to react. He had been late, yet the teacher had not said anything at all.

His previously taut nerves immediately relaxed, and he casually slipped back to his seat.

Below the podium.

The freshmen, who had initially still felt some novelty, were beginning to grow restless as well.

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

The order in the classroom began collapsing at an astonishing speed.

Ike Kanji, seated in the back, secretly slipped his hand into his desk drawer.

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

Not far away, Yamauchi Haruki was even more straightforward. He simply put his head down and went to sleep.

He paid absolutely no attention to the surrounding students or the teacher at the podium. Before long, he was snoring away, immersed in dreamland.

Then an even more outrageous scene unfolded.

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

After that.

Kouenji rose to his feet and slung his uniform jacket over one shoulder.

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

"Hey, isn't it still class time?"

"Yeah, class isn't over yet. Why is he just leaving?"

Some students voiced their doubts.

"Kouenji, where are you going?"

Chabashira Sae finally stopped teaching and asked coolly from the podium.

Kouenji Rokusuke stopped walking.

"Sorry, Chabashira-sensei, but such a boring class truly cannot hold my interest. I have an appointment at the top hair salon in Keyaki Mall, so please excuse me."

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

Chabashira Sae merely watched Kouenji's departing back with cold eyes, then turned around and resumed reading the lecture, showing no intention of pursuing the matter.

"Damn, that works? The teacher doesn't even care if someone leaves early?"

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

Ike Kanji and Yamauchi Haruki stared wide-eyed, whispering excitedly to each other.

The vast majority of idiots in the class were caught up in the ecstatic thrill of, "University teachers really don't control anyone. We can do whatever we want."

Sure enough, it was the familiar Class 1-D. Everyone was still as willful as ever.

Tatsuya Sakuya took in everything happening in the classroom.

Horikita Suzune, his desk mate, looked at the chaotic classroom around her with undisguised disgust.

She turned her head and lowered her voice as she spoke to Tatsuya Sakuya beside her.

"This is simply unbelievable. Someone blatantly leaves early during class, and the teacher does not even offer a word of discouragement. Are all the people in this class hopeless idiots?"

Tatsuya Sakuya replied calmly.

"The fact that the teacher did not stop him loudly suggests that the school tolerates it to a certain extent."

"Horikita, do you think this school is almost too good? It has nearly a one-hundred-percent employment rate, and we receive such an enormous number of points every month."

Horikita Suzune replied.

"Though this school is backed by the state, it is indeed good to an almost frightening degree."

Precisely because this school could make wishes come true, one could not help feeling that certain risks must come with it.

Time passed quietly.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

The dismissal bell rang, finally bringing the first ninety-minute history class to an end.

Chabashira Sae casually shut down the teaching materials on her computer and neatly gathered the handouts from the desk.

Before leaving the classroom, she suddenly stopped. Standing beside the podium, she turned to look at this group of drowsy freshmen.

Just like Class 1-D in previous years.

They were still a group of hopeless problem students who thought they had gotten a bargain. They could even be called the most undisciplined batch of defective goods she had ever taught.

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

Over the past ninety minutes, Class 1-D's absences, early departures, sleeping, phone use, private conversations, and other behavior would all result in corresponding deductions to their Class Points.

And Class Points directly affected the distribution of Private Points next month.

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

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

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

"Come on, come on. Let's go buy coffee at Keyaki Mall during the break."

"Count me in. I barely got any rest, so this is a perfect chance to wake myself up."

"Long live university."