Second-to-Last Row by the Window

Mug Town Private High School!

This is the school name on the application form. It's not a well-known school, but the teaching staff and environment are decent. However, its university admission rate is low, far behind other private high schools.

To be fair, this is a terrible school. Apart from its low tuition and good facilities, it has no outstanding advantages.

It's hard to understand why such a terrible school would get a private accreditation, and it's also hard to understand why parents would send their children there.

Just because private schools sound prestigious, and this school's tuition is also very low?

Please, with that college acceptance rate, you might as well go to a public school; at least you can save on tuition!

Russell didn't delve into whether there were any ulterior motives behind the private school; its existence was its own justification, and besides, it wasn't his business.

He was assigned the identity of a transfer student, which must be because the World Quest is related to this school. The question now is to determine where he is and how to trigger the World Quest.

Russell's status as a transfer student saved him a lot of trouble. He didn't have to go to great lengths to disguise himself or use amnesia as an excuse. He could simply be himself, since no one knew him anyway.

Russell searched the house but found no signs of anyone else living there. He lived alone, and his parents were not around.

Based on the information in the address book, Russell quickly figured out his identity in this world. He originally lived in a big city, his parents were businessmen, and his family had some spare money.

For some reason, his parents sent him to this small town, Mug Town, during his final year of high school, so that he could focus on preparing for his exams.

Background doesn't matter, what the parents look like, or whether they were sacrificed to heaven. The most important thing is to understand the general situation and hurry up to register at the school.

Because he was late, according to the reporting time on the notice, he should be sitting in the classroom in a daze now, instead of standing in front of the mirror and being woken up by his handsome appearance.

"This is not good. Making a bad impression on the teacher on the very first day means they'll be under close scrutiny from now on..."

It was already 12 o'clock, Russell had been late all morning without doing anything, so his image as an honest student was over.

Even top students won't do; they're not here to study, and they don't have the ability.

Although I've always heard that America college students are not as good at solving problems as elementary school students in China, and high school students are only good at carrying shoes, this only shows that the two countries have different focuses in education.

Want to pretend to be a top student in the America? It's simple: first, build a nuclear reactor in your garage with a hammer.

Academic high-achievers are cool, but those who lack practical skills are generally called nerds in the America. They don't attract girls, are usually the ones getting their allowances squeezed, and are often dragged into the bathroom by energetic male classmates during breaks.

So being a top student was out of the question, and a comeback was out of the question. After thinking it over carefully, Russell realized that he had nothing but money, so he could only be a rich second-generation fool.

Russell put the thousand dollars from the bedside table into his wallet, then took out his credit card with a limit of $1 million. When he arrived at the garage and saw the used Chevrolet, he decisively used the 'Item Card: Lamborghini Aventador'.

Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4 convertible sports car!

The red paint is vibrant and dynamic, the lines are full of power and futuristic feel, and the polygonal design of the front face is very impactful, like an angry bull, fierce and violent.

In the America, the official suggested retail price of this car is $380,000, with slight variations depending on state taxes.

"Tsk tsk, not even $500,000, it's a bit beneath me to drive this... But oh well, my budget is limited, I'll just have to make do!" Russell put on his Terminator sunglasses and glanced contemptuously at the bull logo on the steering wheel. It wasn't a limited edition Bugatti Veyron, which would damage his image as a brainless rich kid.

With a roar of the engine, Russell headed straight for the school on the map, accelerating from 0 to 100 km/h in 2.9 seconds, with a strong push-back feeling, like a red whirlwind passing by.

The Mug Town boasts top-of-the-line supercars, which earned him a lot of attention.

Mug Town Private High School is built against a mountain that isn't very high, but the scenery is exceptionally beautiful. As a school that requires payment to attend, it occupies a considerable area and has its own gymnasium and sports fields. Indoor facilities include basketball and tennis courts, a rooftop baseball training field, and an outdoor rugby field.

For many students who lack academic talent, relying on extra points for sports may be their only stepping stone to university.

"Russell ... I thought you would come to report tomorrow because you got the date wrong."

The homeroom teacher, Abbott —no, he should be called the advisor or counselor Abbott —looked at Russell with a great headache.

He was late on his first day of school and acted like he was super rich, clearly a problem student, the kind that's hard to communicate with.

"To be honest, my first impression of you was terrible. Perhaps only the Discipline Director could communicate with you..."

"No, Abbott, there's no need to go to the Discipline Director. I believe we'll get along well because I have many good qualities." Russell interrupted Abbott, because he was standing in front of Abbott, so the latter could only see his nostrils.

Abbott shook his head, about to say something, when suddenly a picture of Franklin appeared in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been bribed, and immediately became furious.

"Boy, are you insulting me?"

Russell smiled and slammed another Franklin bill on the table. Abbott became even angrier. His dignity had been trampled on. Although there was no one else in the office, he still felt extremely humiliated.

"Abbott, it's just being late once. Why not just settle this with money?"

"What a terrible joke! Take your money back. This is a school; you'll never get an A here!"

Russell remained silent and added another three hundred dollars. Abbott was so angry that he trembled and couldn't utter a single word.

Russell shrugged and placed the entire thousand dollars on the table. This time, Abbott remained silent, staring intently at Russell, indicating... he needed more money.

"Abbott, the greedy will only lose more..."

As Russell spoke, he picked up a Franklin bill and put it back in his wallet, then a second one. Just as he reached for it for the third time, Abbott grabbed him.

Abbott first looked around nervously, and only put away the $800 after making sure no one was around. When he looked up and saw Russell's ambiguous smile, he couldn't help but blush.

Abbott clenched his fist, coughed lightly to his lips, and covered his embarrassment. "My daughter is sick, and she needs some special medicine..."

"You've really had a tough time! But it's okay, from now on I'll be late and leave early all the time..." Russell pulled out a chair, plopped down, and arrogantly declared that he was rich.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it!"

Franklin truly deserves his titles as a philosopher, diplomat, and politician. His credibility is extremely reliable. Even if he remained expressionless and silent throughout the entire process, he could instantly reach an agreement between two complete strangers.

Russell and Abbott quickly reached an agreement: from now on, he would be responsible for being late, Abbott would be responsible for not being able to see.

With his worries resolved, Russell was taken to the classroom by Abbott. After a simple self-introduction, he was assigned to the last row, near the door.

It's not the second-to-last row by the window, which isn't reserved for the main character, but that's okay, as this seat makes it easy to sneak out during class.

Russell glanced around the class. There were twenty-one students in total, including himself. None of them looked familiar. He figured he had little chance of triggering World Quest here. He'd have to wander around the school more.

The students welcomed Russell's arrival, and then nothing more was said. Because of face blindness, people of Asian descent are often subconsciously ignored except in academic settings.

[Failure Diary]

I told my fellow book lovers that I would become a god, but the rumors stopped with the wise!