"Senpaku, I am Sakamoto. What brings you here?"

Life seemed to have returned to the peaceful rhythm that should exist on campus.

Students in classes A, B, and C, under the subtle influence of their respective leaders or key figures,

Gradually adapting to the intense learning and rules of the advanced high school, classroom discipline is well-maintained, with students either attentively listening to lectures or diligently taking notes.

A positive and competitive atmosphere permeated the air.

However, in Class D of Grade 1,

Time flowed by with unusual clamor.

Whispering during class, students blatantly dozing off in the back row, tardiness, and even the occasional absence—

Like everyday meals, they add a touch of looseness and disorder to the routine.

The teachers also seemed to embrace a laissez-faire approach, turning a blind eye to the commotion right under their noses.

Fueled by money points, they indulged in near-extravagant spending and laziness.

Time slipped quietly to May 1st.

On the morning of May 1st,

The classroom of Class D, Grade 1, was as noisy as ever.

Students streamed in in twos and threes, yawning and complaining about last night's games or getting up early.

Some gathered together, excitedly discussing something.

However, amidst the clamor, a chorus of questions arose.

"Huh? What happened? My points..."

"Hey, how's it going over there? Have any points come in?"

"No! What happened? Weren't you supposed to send it today?"

"Me too! I didn't add any at all!"

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji sat expressionlessly in his seat, as if the commotion in the classroom had nothing to do with him.

He took out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and the screen lit up.

My eyes fell on the points display in the corner of the screen.

82235 points.

The figures are exactly the same as those at the end of yesterday.

This is obviously unreasonable.

On the first day of school, the homeroom teacher, surnamed Chazhu, clearly informed all the students:

On the first of each month, 100,000 personal points will be distributed to each student's personal account on time.

The surrounding noise stemmed from this—

Almost all students in Class D discovered that the points that should have been credited to their accounts on time were nowhere to be found.

Just as the doubts were growing louder, a tall figure appeared at the classroom door.

She had a high black ponytail, each strand perfectly styled, and wore a well-fitting black fitted coat over a simple white shirt. One button at the collar seemed to have been deliberately undone, subtly revealing a deep V-neckline.

She was wearing black stockings and black high-heeled leather shoes.

Her face was stern, exuding the competence unique to professional women.

It was Chabashira Sae, the homeroom teacher of Class D.

Holding a rolled-up paper document in her hand, she walked steadily onto the podium with a blank expression.

"Go back to your seats."

The students instinctively fell silent and returned to their seats.

The classroom quickly fell silent, with only the sound of chairs being dragged around.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji's gaze fell on Sae Chabashira.

My impression of her past is like a cold label: complacent and lacking the guiding attitude a teacher should have.

Since the start of the school year, she has almost never made any substantial intervention or guidance regarding this disorder in the class.

Chabashira Sae, standing on the podium, remained indifferent.

"Get ready to start the morning class meeting."

She placed the roll of paper in her hand on the podium and announced it in a calm voice.

However, before she could even begin to discuss the topic, an impatient voice rang out.

"Teacher! I have a question!"

It was Haruki Yamauchi sitting in the back row.

He raised his hand high, his face unable to hide his eagerness and confusion.

He was probably one of the students in the class who squandered his points the most.

They are most eager for the arrival of new points, and are also the least accepting of delays or missing points.

Chabashira's gaze swept coldly over Yamauchi Haruki's raised hand.

He didn't reprimand him for interrupting, nor did he gesture for him to put down; he simply raised his chin slightly, the meaning clear: speak.

Having received tacit approval, Haruki Yamauchi immediately asked loudly:

"Teacher, why haven't our personal points been transferred in? Wasn't it supposed to be 100,000 points every month on the 1st?"

All eyes in the classroom instantly focused on Chabashira Sae.

This is clearly everyone's question.

The faint hint of mockery on Chabashira Sae's face finally became clear.

She even twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a smile that was almost disdainful.

"No,"

Her voice echoed clearly in the quiet classroom.

"The points for this month have all been distributed."

"what?!"

Haruki Yamauchi was taken aback, his eagerness turning into astonishment.

"But...but we didn't receive it at all!"

The atmosphere in the classroom became restless again.

"Yup!"

Chi Kanji also stood up, pointing to his phone screen.

"Teacher, look! They didn't even transfer in!"

"Me too! My points are still the same!"

Another student loudly echoed.

Faced with the students' questions, Chabashira Sae's sneer became even more pronounced.

"It's all been distributed. That's absolutely correct."

She repeated it.

"Moreover, it's impossible that only our class forgot to distribute them. The distribution of points is a unified operation."

"But in reality, it didn't transfer in!"

"What exactly happened? Is there a problem with the school?"

Ike Kanji also pressed for answers.

"you……"

Chazhu glanced around the classroom, his gaze sweeping over the faces that held confusion, anger, and unease.

"That's so stupid."

This sudden evaluation was like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of all the students in Class D.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at their homeroom teacher.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Chabashira Sae slowly picked up the chalk from the podium, turned around, and quickly wrote a series of shocking numbers on the blackboard:

"do you know?"

"Just one month."

"Absences: 98 times."

"Violations such as talking during class without permission and using mobile phones or other electronic devices: 391 times."

After writing those two numbers, she turned around, tossed the chalk back into the chalk box, braced herself on the edge of the podium with both hands, leaned slightly forward, and looked down at the class that had instantly fallen silent:

"What an amazing achievement! In just one month, you've really managed to do this."

"In this school, your class performance and your 'grades' will directly affect the amount of personal points you receive each month."

"The final review result is,"

"The initial points that each of you received on the first day of school, that is, 100,000 points, have been—completely deducted."

"So, the points allocated to your class this month are—"

She picked up the chalk and forcefully drew a large, glaring circle below the two shockingly irregular figures. Then, in the center of the circle, she wrote heavily:

0

"zero."

Dead silence.

The classroom fell into a deathly silence.

"zero……?"

A girl's trembling voice broke the deathly silence.

"It's a lie... ..."

"So...we're going to have to live without any money?"

Ken Sudo muttered to himself blankly.

Immediately, an even louder roar erupted.

"Are you kidding me! What kind of ridiculous rule is this?!"

Haruki Yamauchi was the first to shout, his face turning bright red.

"We had no idea such a rule existed!"

Kanji Ike also shouted excitedly.

"Yeah! I've never heard of it!"

"This is unfair! It's absurd!"

Faced with the crowd's outrage, Chabashira Saeko simply watched coldly, her face showing no emotion whatsoever.

She let the students vent for a moment before speaking again, her voice rising, filled with mockery and disdain:

"Hmph, naive."

"For ordinary high school students like you, the government provides you with a huge sum of 100,000 yuan every month to squander without any conditions?"

"You guys don't really believe in such a free lunch, do you?"

"Anyone with common sense knows that this is impossible."

"This is Advanced Nurturing High School!"

"This school only recognizes 'ability.' And all of you—"