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Some people did try to talk to her, after all, although she had a cold face, Horikita Suzune was second to none in terms of looks.

"Um, are you... acquaintances?"

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who was sitting next to him, hesitated for a moment before striking up a conversation.

"Shut up, you hypocrite, don't talk to me."

However, she was met with undisguised hostility from Horikita Suzune, who responded without hesitation.

...It's a bit inexplicable.

"I have my own name..."

He spoke as if he were somewhat aggrieved.

"I know, but it doesn't matter."

With a cold voice and an attitude that showed no intention of getting close, Horikita Suzune was bluntly refusing to have any contact with the other person.

"If you want to prove that you are the man worthy of the title 'greatest masterpiece,' then go and defeat Haruki Yamauchi over there first," she said.

The moment he finished speaking, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji momentarily lost his composure and poker face.

Eh?

Wait.

'Masterpiece'?

Am I right?

Did I reveal my identity right away?

Is this school full of hidden talents? Leaving aside the slightly threatening man she approached earlier, is there someone else who knows about the White Room project?

However... 'Please defeat Haruki Yamauchi over there first.'

Who is Yamauchi? The man on the bus just now, I admit he did give off a slightly dangerous vibe, but no matter how you look at it, his behavior suggests he's the type who's easily swayed by beautiful women.

They won't be my match.

"I'm Haruki Yamauchi. I feel like we get along really well. Please take care of me for the next three years!"

As Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was making this judgment, a commotion arose from the row of seats near the door.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a grinning, brown-haired man with a large chin reaching out his hand to the blond man in the back seat without any suspicion.

Eh?

What does it mean to say that this is the true Haruki Yamauchi?

...He looks weak at first glance. No matter how many men like him come, they won't be a match for me.

No, no, no, don't misunderstand. Since that woman said that, it means this guy must have something unique about him.

Moreover, she wanted me to defeat the other person to prove myself.

Although there is absolutely no need to prove my ideas, let's just observe 'Haruki Yamauchi' for now.

"..."

Asakusa Tetsu watched silently as Horikita Suzune's few words seemed to have swayed Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's thoughts.

Although it may have been said many times, Rin has grown in some ways.

Despite the constant criticism that she seems to have grown stagnant, she has actually been growing all along.

"..."

The seat I was assigned to in Class D was the second to last one in the middle of the classroom.

Behind her was an unknown passerby, oh, I think his name was Ijuin. I vaguely remember Suzune considering him a suspect in the sham, a passerby from the Yamauchi faction.

The person in front of me was Rokusuke Koenji, whom I had seen on the bus earlier. He had already started to cross his legs, but because he hadn't received his personal terminal yet, he couldn't bring his personal belongings in. Without a mirror, he couldn't fix his hair, and he seemed a little irritable.

...Perhaps it's more because of the noisy atmosphere in Class D right now that they're feeling irritated?

This was the first time Asakusa Tetsu had ever been in an environment like the original Class D.

It was noisy on the right, noisy on the left, and noisy in front. Except for the back right side, which was relatively quiet because of Sakura Airi, it was quite noisy everywhere.

It's reasonable and normal. Without a teacher to maintain order, it's impossible to get high school students to organize themselves voluntarily.

Incidentally, the person sitting to his left is Wang Meiyu, and the person to his right is Sato Maya.

After briefly experiencing the atmosphere of Class D, Asakusa Tetsu quickly lost interest in it.

nothing special.

The reason why Class D is Class D is not just because of these trivial details, but because of its more essential characteristics.

Instead of focusing on this, think about how to get started.

Learn from Longyuan? Just cover up the cameras and then start a violent reign.

...Forget it, that's too boring.

Don't we still have quite a few weaknesses we can use against each other?

I used it discreetly in my diary before, but it was never revealed in the end.

Whisper softly in someone's ear, and then get them to obediently hand over their personal terminal.

You don't need to have leverage over everyone; as long as you have leverage over a few people, things can proceed smoothly.

Rule can also take shape imperceptibly.

The moment the plan was decided, Chabashira Sae's sour face appeared at the door.

"Dear new students, I am Sae Chabashira, your homeroom teacher for Class D. I usually teach Japanese history. This school does not change classes every academic year. Therefore, for the next three years before graduation, I will be your homeroom teacher and study with you. Please take good care of me."

She stood on the podium, delivering her prepared remarks as if it were a routine event.

There is no emotion whatsoever.

The admission ceremony will be held in the gymnasium an hour later, which remains unchanged.

With a teacher on stage maintaining order, the students below naturally begin to behave themselves.

However, with the new semester and the start of a new chapter, the excitement of entering high school has not easily dissipated among them.

"With the student ID you're currently receiving, you can use all the facilities on campus and buy things in shops and other places. It's similar to a credit card, but you need to be careful when using it because it consumes points. There's nothing on campus that can't be bought with points. You can buy anything you own on campus, no matter what."

With Chazuki Sae's movements, the personal terminal was finally distributed.

Asakusa Tetsu: "...?"

But it was only then that Asakusa Tetsu realized that there seemed to be some subtle inconsistencies.

Ok?

Are the personal terminals being distributed now?

A year has passed, and the memory may be somewhat hazy, but only now does he realize that such a memory does not exist in his mind.

This type of personal device requires the binding of personal information and accounts.

Shouldn't it be collected separately and the information entered on-site?

At least a year ago, Asakusa Tetsu remembered that it should have been like this: he got his personal terminal early on so that he could collect Ryuen's debts at that time.

No wonder I always felt something was off.

Is this... a discrepancy in world lines?

"The points will be automatically credited on the first of each month, and everyone should have now been fairly distributed 100,000 points."

"The points represent the school's evaluation of you."

As Asakusa Tetsu pondered, his personal terminal was passed down in sequence.

It seems that all you need to do is enter your student ID and personal information to successfully link your account.

So, if I know other people's information in advance, can I link their accounts to those accounts beforehand?

This was Asakusa Tetsu's first reaction upon seeing these rules.

It's probably a consequence of living on an uninhabited island.

Faced with this school that seemed to have perfect rules but always managed to find loopholes from various peculiar angles, he couldn't help but think from this perspective.

It is from this perspective that the school becomes interesting.

Finding vulnerabilities is an essential part of advanced development that cannot be avoided.

It might even be passed down to future generations as a new school rule, becoming part of the rumors.

'It all started with Senior Asakusa Toru.'

Cyber ​​immortality was achieved from a rather bizarre angle.

Immortality is unlikely, but it seems that highly developed beings will continue to exist.

"So, if the rating drops, money will be deducted, right?"

With a smile, he put away his personal terminal and asked casually, seemingly without a care in the world.

If this is the most orthodox strategy, if this is to lead Class D to victory...

He should, must, and absolutely must stand up at this moment to enlighten everyone in Class D, thereby becoming the center of the class, leading the class, and incidentally reforming some people who, although flawed, are still usable.

Unfortunately, he came here to do evil.

"..."

As Asakusa Tetsu's words rang out in Class D, the cheers and jubilation of the other students who had been celebrating receiving 100,000 yen upon enrollment abruptly ceased.

Chabashira Sae remained silent for a moment, then her lifeless, cold face suddenly began to flush with color.

A light shone in her eyes.

First time, first time, first time!

For the first time in my life, a student from Class D actually asked such a question at this time!

Could it be...?

Don't get excited, calm down, relax, relax.

Constantly reassuring herself, Chabashira Sae's stiff brain finally began to work again.

What should I do? What should I say? How should I respond?

Even if you're being fined or have money deducted from your paycheck, do you need to agree to it at this point?

Or should we try to entice them with some ambiguous language?

"The points represent the school's evaluation of you."

—She chose to be a broken record.

"Does the teacher mean that what he said is correct?"

"No, that's not right! The teacher's repetition means that's not what she meant!"

"how do you know?"

"You know again?"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the students below the stage began to discuss wildly. The joy they had felt earlier at receiving 100,000 yuan upon enrollment was now replaced by panic.

Even though it was only the beginning of the semester, they quickly got into a discussion atmosphere and didn't really care whether they knew their classmates or not. They just grabbed whoever was closest to them and started arguing.

Asakusa Tetsu, who was the one who started the problem, did not pursue the matter further. Instead, he raised his hand and gently...

"Snapped--"

He snapped his fingers crisply.

“The camera,” he said.

As if receiving an order, Horikita Suzune immediately stood up, took off her tracksuit jacket, and threw it under the tall cabinet in front of the camera.

Just right, perfectly timed, it completely blocked the camera.

"...A camera?"

Seeing her do this, the other students in the class seemed to realize what was happening only belatedly.