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"Don't worry too much, it's not a very difficult thing. Even you flawed students from Class D can complete it. In fact, this is your duty."

After a slight pause, Asakusa Tetsu smiled and snapped his fingers for the fourth time.

"--Snapped."

The crisp sound echoed in the classroom, contrasting with the nervous expressions of the students below.

“Yes, that’s right, it’s about causing trouble,” he said.

"Isn't that practically the calling of bad students?"

Asakusa Toru opened his hands and spread his arms.

Perhaps it was because I had listened to Asakusa Tetsu say a lot, or perhaps it was because his face was so deceptive.

In short, after Asakusa Toru collected the money, he returned to the podium.

A few female classmates began to muster up some courage.

I wanted to strike up a conversation, to get the other person's attention. Although I didn't think I could compare to Kikyo Kushida and Suzune Horikita, it was just my nature.

"Um..." Wang Meiyu raised her hand: "Specifically, what do I need to do?"

"Late, leaving early, skipping class... and things like that?"

Perhaps because someone spoke up, and Asakusa Tetsu smiled at the girl without showing any particularly hostile attitude, it created the illusion that the atmosphere had eased somewhat.

After Wang Meiyu, someone else spoke up.

“I think ‘everyone’ shouldn’t just be our class,” Maya Sato said softly.

'Everyone got zero points'

This is the goal proposed by Toru Asakusa, the name of the plan, and more importantly, the goal they are striving to achieve.

Obviously, it couldn't be limited to just their Class D.

"So, we... are going to harass other classes?"

Only after being reminded did the other students realize this fact.

“That’s right.” Asakusa Tetsu said, “Use your talents to thoroughly muddy the waters. The specific task is naturally—everything.”

"As long as you don't get expelled from school, you can do whatever you want without any restrictions."

Asakusa Toru raised a finger and began to give examples.

“For example, yes, isn’t the opening ceremony coming up? We’re not going, everyone’s absent,” he said. “The three classes, A, B, and C, each pick their favorite letter, and we’ll go play in their class.”

"We can't go too far, because the ultimate goal is to deduct points, not to create a mess and give people an excuse to drop out."

"So, male students should stick to playing with other male students, and female students should stick to holding hands with other female students."

After thinking for a moment, Asakusa Toru turned around and continued writing a few lines of text on the blackboard with chalk.

"Games I personally recommend for reference."

"One of them is 'musical chairs,' where highly educated students have very precious seats, and empty tables only appear after someone drops out."

"Given that schools are relatively sensitive to bullying and violence, but do not explicitly restrict students' personal actions, theoretically most actions are allowed as long as they are not too excessive."

"Of course, every action comes with a price, and for first-year students, the price of playing 'musical chairs' is actually surprisingly low."

"It's just a score, yes, just a score. It's just a deduction of points, just a reduction in the school's evaluation of the class, and it doesn't even affect individuals."

"With such lenient consequences, how can one not be tempted to play games?"

"The rules of the game are as described in the title. All you have to do is grab someone else's chair in advance, sit in their seat, and then hold onto it."

"Yes, you didn't do anything special. You just went to the wrong class slightly, sat in someone else's seat, and stubbornly thought that was your seat."

"As for the poor people whose seats were taken... although it's frustrating, we can only ask them to find another suitable place to sit."

"If all else fails, standing while listening to the lecture is also a viable option."

"I just don't know, standing and listening to lectures, or standing and walking around in the classroom... does that count as violating the school's code of conduct?"

"As for forcibly pulling you off your seat..." Asakusa Tetsu laughed: "Isn't that perfect? ​​Roll around, scream, he used 'violence' on you, you have to demand an examination, you have to accuse him of going too far."

"This is your legitimate right."

The large, clear characters were written on the highest blackboard, as if they were really playing a game, almost like someone was announcing the rules of a special exam.

Asakusa Tetsu introduced it with a smile.

"Musical Chairs" is the first activity, so it's clear that what he wants to talk about and recommend to the people in Class D is not just this one activity.

So, after a brief pause to give them some breathing room, Asakusa Tetsu picked up the chalk again, turned around, and began writing on the blackboard once more.

"Games I personally recommend for reference."

"Secondly, the 'telephone game' is highly developed, where every word is worth recording and every word is worth listening to."

"Logically speaking, a voice recorder should be a necessity for everyone, but unfortunately I don't have one on hand this time. Buying one would be quite costly, so I won't specially provide one for you."

"However, the principles are the same: personal privacy, personal space, social distancing... these theories... you probably don't understand them, so I won't go into them."

"What I want to say is that Advanced Education does not have a clear rule that talking in class will result in expulsion, nor does it require students not to eavesdrop on others."

"At most, we'll just deduct a few points from your conduct."

"However, as I said before, these scores are completely irrelevant to us."

"So listen, read, and pass on the message."

"The rules of the game are simple: listen attentively. You don't need to listen to the teacher on stage; just pay attention to the people around you. They want to chat, they want to have a conversation. Just stay quietly to the side and listen."

"Then just say it out loud."

"This is the 'telephone game'."

Perhaps because he had talked too much at once, Asakusa Tetsu suddenly felt a bit thirsty.

Before he could even speak, Sakura Airi, who was sitting in the back row but had been watching him ever since he entered the class, seemed to understand what he meant and quickly ran out of the classroom.

With a clanging sound, she returned, panting heavily, her body once again weakened.

In her hand was a bottle of mineral water she had just bought from the vending machine next to her.

Taking the water bottle from the girl's hand, Asakusa Toru gently patted her head as encouragement, then gulped down the water.

While he waited for Sakura Airi to return and for him to drink water, the other classmates were not idling either.

They were still immersed in what Asakusa Tetsu had just said.

'Musical Chairs' and 'Telephone'.

A very simple name, very ordinary logic, and very... devilish game rules.

Yes, the only word to describe them is "devil".

Even with their limited minds, they could imagine and feel how terrible this torture was.

Musical chairs?

They refuse to get up and sit down, seizing any opportunity for the other person to get up to take their seat. If the other person tries to drag them away by force, they will turn the tables and start faking an accident.

Whether the staged accident succeeds or not is not important; what's important is that they started making noise, forcing the school to take action to address the issue.

He's a complete scoundrel.

What can students from other classes do? Can they only watch as others take their seats while they stand and listen to the lesson, hoping the school won't deduct too many points from their evaluations?

Even those whose seats weren't taken away had to be extremely cautious and mindful of every time they left their seats.

What if someone takes my seat the moment I stand up...?

The feeling, the intense sensation, it was simply amazing.

Musical chairs are merely a physical torment; it simply means taking someone else's seat and preventing them from sitting down.

They could take turns sitting, sit on the floor, or sit directly on the table.

It just means points will be deducted; that's the purpose of their zero-point plan for everyone.

But compared to musical chairs, the game of telephone is even more deadly and psychologically damaging.

Anytime, anywhere.

People always want to talk about all sorts of things alone with people they are close to.

These are things you can talk about with friends, family, or your loved one.

But you absolutely cannot yell at the top of your lungs like a loudspeaker so that everyone can hear you.

This is not just a privacy issue.

There is also the issue of the boundary between the individual and the boundary of the public.

While not everyone will pay attention to everything you say, if there's one person beside you who amplifies and shouts out everything you say...

Are you really not worried that a thoughtless or thoughtless remark you make might turn you into a public enemy?

Even a seemingly ordinary sentence in your eyes may be just idle talk to an unintentional person, but to someone who is interested, it is something else entirely.

That is the most straightforward and obvious expression of your attitude.

The relationship will fall apart.

too frightening.

They couldn't imagine what the environment would be like if someone actually did that.

Don't say something as simple and easy as just keeping an eye on the people around you.

It's simply impossible to do.

Do you need to be wary of everyone?

Do you need to be on guard for 24 hours straight?

Do you have to carefully glance around before you speak, whispering like spies meeting?

Don't you think this will make people more suspicious of the 'whispers' you share with others?

Even though only two recommended games were mentioned, the entire Class D felt a chill run down their spines.

Do we... really have to do this?

The hesitation that had arisen was erased when he saw the personal terminal that Asakusa Tetsu was flipping up and down in his hand.

They have no chance of turning back.

Ninety percent of this month's points have already been handed over to Asakusa Tetsu. If, as he said, no one will receive a single cent next month, then the 'guarantee fund' he mentioned will be their only hope for survival in the future.

Since it's a fund... it should go up, right?

It is indeed a bit strange to expect that the money you hand over can be saved by someone else.

However, no one doubted Asakusa Tetsu's abilities.

joke.

On the first day of school, before everyone had even fully understood the materials the school had distributed or what the homeroom teacher was saying, this extraordinary person rattled off a whole bunch of shocking information, pointed out the homeroom teacher's thoughts, and openly insulted the homeroom teacher, completely crushing everyone in the class with both force and words.

Such a person, such a person...

They had no choice but to comply.

Do they really expect the school to do anything? Expect a school where even the homeroom teacher is so silent and pretending to be dead to actually do anything?

If the school were really that good, they wouldn't have been assigned to the so-called Class D.

"Alright." Setting down the water bottle, Asakusa Toru picked up the chalk again:

“Let’s continue. I have some ‘good projects’ that I can recommend to you.”

Side Story: Classroom of the Elite - Everyone Scores Zero

Asakusa Toru, clutching the chalk, turned around, intending to continue illustrating his perfect drawing to his classmates after the brief intermission.

But before his chalk could even fall...

Finally, a sound emerged from behind the incredibly silent and oppressive atmosphere.

"—That's fine."