Classroom of the Elite: I Can Issue My Master's Tasks

Ichinose Honami found herself in a difficult position.

Since she probably wouldn't get any useful information out of the teacher, she had no choice but to turn to Makoto Nangong.

"Could you give us a brief idea of what's in those documents? As the buyers, surely we have a right to know something about the product?"

"...Normally, no. But I'm certain you'll agree to the deal anyway."

Nangong Cheng nodded.

"You remember what your teacher said during yesterday's homeroom, right?"

Ichinose Honami nodded to show that she did.

"Then how did you interpret the statement, 'The school will deposit points on the first of every month'? Do you really think the school will give each of us 100,000 points every month?"

Ichinose Honami fell into thought.

Her comprehension wasn't poor. He was probably suggesting that the school was playing word games, so the deposit on the first of next month wouldn't be 100,000 points?

"Think about it carefully. This school doesn't charge us tuition, provides room and board, and even gives us a monthly living allowance equivalent to 100,000 Japanese Yen. After graduation, we can take our pick of prestigious universities and companies. And all we have to do in exchange is behave ourselves and live here for three years... With such a wildly lopsided balance between what we give and what we get, did none of you question it?"

Ichinose Honami was at a loss for words.

She had actually been suspicious of the 100,000 points at first, but she hadn't wanted to start thinking in terms of conspiracy theories.

Now someone had come right to their door and exposed the issue, and their homeroom teacher's ambiguous attitude seemed to tacitly confirm his claims. It was just... ugh.

"How many points are you asking?"

"Two million. Nonnegotiable." Makoto Nangong even made a point of showing her Class A's transfer record.

Although Ichinose Honami had already begun to grasp the seriousness of the problem, she couldn't make this decision alone. She could only turn to the class and ask for their opinions.

"What does everyone think? Should we buy it or not? Why don't we vote?"

"Let's vote, then."

Several Class B students who were close to Ichinose Honami spoke up in support.

The other students had no objections to voting either.

The final decision was to agree to the deal.

"You made the right choice."

Once Class B completed the transfer, Chie Hoshinomiya immediately handed the paper to Ichinose Honami so she could take a photo and post it in the Class Group Chat. But she noticed that the girl seemed distracted.

"Ichinose? Ichinose!"

"Ah... Sorry, I was thinking about something..."

Ichinose Honami had indeed been distracted, and the reason was right before her eyes. Yet Ms. Hoshinomiya, who had just called out to her, didn't seem able to see it.

[Binding Perfect Life System...]

[Task issued: exchange contact information with Makoto Nangong and invite him to lunch.]

[Complete tasks to earn Points. Points can be exchanged for items in the Exchange Shop.]

[Penalty for task failure: share a one-minute French kiss with Makoto Nangong in front of everyone.]

For now, I'll tentatively update around eleven in the morning. I'd actually prefer to update at night, though, because I really struggle to get up during the day.

Volume One: Nangong Cheng—I've Become a Complete Dragon

What is this thing?

Nangong Cheng... Is that his name?

And that punishment is way too much! Isn't this basically threatening me into doing the task?!

Countless thoughts flashed through Ichinose Honami's mind, but ultimately, she didn't risk refusing.

She only had to invite him to eat, anyway, and it didn't say they had to be alone. She could treat it as making a new friend.

"Um... Nangong, we might still have some questions about these documents. Could we treat you both to lunch today and have you help explain things?"

Nangong Cheng glanced at Horikita Suzune.

"No problem. Providing customers with after-sales service is part of the deal."

"But my friend has other things to take care of later. If you just need someone to answer questions, I can handle that alone."

Nangong Cheng had only brought Horikita Suzune along to sell information this time so she could feel involved.

Having lunch with Ichinose Honami was a separate matter, so naturally, he wouldn't bring her along for that.

Hearing that, Ichinose Honami breathed a sigh of relief.

The task counted as complete.

[Task complete.]

[Task reward: host receives 100 Points.]

[System Exchange Shop unlocked.]

"Then shall we exchange contact information first?"

"Sure."

After watching Makoto Nangong leave, Honami Ichinose photographed the documents in her hand and posted them in the class group chat. Before she could investigate the strange thing that had happened to her, Class B's students surrounded her to discuss the contents.

Still, she managed to steal a glance amid the bustle.

"Ichinose?"

"Ah, it's nothing... I'm just a little shocked. I never imagined the school was hiding something like this."

Ichinose Honami offered a perfectly natural explanation for her unusual behavior.

After all, the contents of these documents really were shocking to them, such as the fact that only students who graduated from Class A would receive the benefits the school had promised.

But the real reason she kept getting distracted was the system's Exchange Shop.

Because she had spotted something—

[Note: cash will not appear in your account out of thin air. Instead, it will be provided through an entirely plausible and reasonable means.]

In a daze, she recalled her mother working several jobs from dawn until late at night to raise her and her younger sister, and what had happened back then...

Ichinose Honami hurriedly took a deep breath.

Watch out for new scams!

As a child raised in a single-parent family, she had always been more mature than her peers.

Although her mother had forbidden her from working part-time so she could focus entirely on her studies, she still understood basic common sense.

Nothing in this world is free!

If something is free, it's only because they want more from you!

[Hello, host Ichinose Honami.]

[I am the Perfect Life System's AI assistant. If you have any questions, simply ask them silently in your mind, and I will answer.]

What is the Perfect Life System? Why did it bind to me?

Ichinose Honami snapped out of her thoughts and quickly posed those questions in her mind.

[The Perfect Life System is a product designed and invented by an extraterrestrial civilization, dedicated to making imperfect lives whole.]

[This system has conducted a comprehensive data scan of this world plane and confirmed that the host is one of the candidates who meets the binding requirements.]

One of them?

Does that mean there's more than one system?

The instant that thought arose in Ichinose Honami's mind, the cold mechanical voice answered.

[This system has been distributed by an extraterrestrial civilization to countless lower world planes. Only one currently exists in this world. The host's selection was merely the result of a random program draw.]

The lucky one, huh... How ironic.

Ichinose Honami mocked herself.

Her life so far had hardly had anything to do with luck... No, getting into Advanced Nurturing could just about count as lucky.

But now, the line in the documents Makoto Nangong had sold to Class B—"Admissions were predetermined from the outset"—felt painfully glaring.

Then what's the price?

The cold mechanical voice answered her question with the same lack of emotion—

[Make your Fated Partners fall in love with you.]

Meanwhile.

On the way to Class C, Makoto Nangong exchanged his credits for a Gene-Enhancement Potion, then drank it under the pretext of using the restroom.

Strength surged through him.

"History's strongest White Room athlete versus the strongest pure-love warrior of today. Ever heard of that?"

Ayanokoji, the soles of my shoes are getting a little itchy ( ).

All right, he was joking.

Nangong Cheng ran a few simple tests and found none of the problems he might have expected, such as a sudden surge of strength he couldn't control. It was as though he had been born this powerful.

In reality, though, he was at most on the level of an amateur Combat enthusiast. He still couldn't beat Ayanokoji.

But that didn't stop him from expressing his excitement.

"I have become a complete dragon."

Suzune Horikita glanced at Makoto Nangong without saying a word, dismissing it as another bout of adolescent delusions.

The two quickly headed to their final stop of the day.

First-year Class C, the tyrant's personal domain.

Unlike his visits to Classes A and B, this time Makoto Nangong immediately adopted an attitude that said, "I'm here to challenge your turf."

"I'm here from the Campus Forum. Which one of you is Ryuuen?"

The classroom, which had been as noisy and chaotic as a street market, instantly fell eerily silent. Then a boy who looked like trouble stood up.

Class C's homeroom teacher didn't look pleased either.

"Give me your name."

Ryuuen didn't consider himself a mindless brute.

As he studied Makoto Nangong, who had come in acting so aggressively, he was already considering what the other boy wanted and how to handle the situation.

"I never hide my name. Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, first-year Class D."

When out and about, you could give yourself whatever identity you liked.

Don't call him unscrupulous. He simply wanted Ayanokoji to experience the treachery of society a little sooner and become the ordinary person he wanted to be.

"Enough chitchat."

"I came to Class C to do three things: make a deal, make a deal, and make a fucking deal!"

Nangong Cheng gave Horikita Suzune a look, indicating that she didn't need to take out the paper this time.

He addressed Class C's homeroom teacher directly.

"First-year Classes A and B have already made their deals with me. If Class C doesn't want to fall behind right out of the gate, you'd better persuade them to hand over the full two million points."

Kazuma Sakagami's expression was grim.

Like Chie Hoshinomiya, as a homeroom teacher, he naturally understood the implication behind Makoto Nangong's words.

But he could rack his brains until his hair fell out and still never understand how a first-year Class D student had managed to accomplish so much in a single day.

Did he have some kind of supernatural sight?!