As everyone knows, the four classes have different student qualities—Class A is the best, and Class D is the worst.
But looking at the current situation, Class D is just ridiculous.
To be more precise, this year's Class D is unbelievably bad.
In previous years, by the end of the first month, Class D usually still had about 200 points left. But at this rate, this year's Class D might make history by being the first to lose all 1,000 points within a month.
That was terrifying.
And Class D's homeroom teacher, Chabashira-sensei, knew that everyone around her was watching.
Her full name was Chabashira Sae. Just like Shirogane had once heard from his seniors, even though she was the homeroom teacher of Class D, she had also been a student at this school in the past. She was originally in Class D, but her class had managed to climb up to Class B by the time they graduated.
That was an impressive achievement.
But…
She clearly didn't see it that way. Deep down, she had always held onto a dream—no student wouldn't want to reach Class A. She had the same goal, and not graduating from Class A had become her biggest regret.
After going to college and returning here, she found herself lost.
But when she took on the role of Class D's homeroom teacher, she still had ambition—if she couldn't achieve it herself, then she would make sure her students did.
However, the gap in student quality was just too big. Normally, Class D had no chance of moving up.
But looking at the situation now…
There was still some hope.
Based on the information she had, Class D had a "boss," and there were also some other students who stood out.
If these students could be brought together, they might form a blade sharp enough to cut through the ranks.
But the students in the other classes this year also seemed unusual.
Although to most people, she seemed indifferent to class rivalries, she was actually keeping a close eye on how the evaluation scores of the four classes were changing.
Class A had barely lost any points this year. Class B's point deductions were about the same as last year. But Class C's score changes were strange.
In the past two weeks, Class C had lost around 200 to 300 points. However, most of those points were deducted in the first week.
And what happened in that first week?
Fights broke out in Ryuen's class, and there were repeated violations of school rules.
But starting from the sixth day of that week, their point deductions suddenly dropped significantly. And in the second week, the entire class was only deducted 10 points.
That was shocking.
Losing just 10 points as an entire class?
Was this strict self-discipline, or absolute control?
It was unlikely to be pure self-discipline, so that meant it had to be control.
But who had the ability to pull that off?
"Class is about to start."
Right now, the other teachers were still watching her, so she simply picked up her textbook and prepared to go teach.
She acted as if she didn't care about their discussions at all.
"Well, that's no fun," said Sakagami-sensei, Class C's homeroom teacher.
Class C was just one step above Class D. But from what he could see, neither the students nor the teacher of Class D had any competitiveness at all.
…
The morning classes passed quickly, and soon it was lunchtime.
The students started heading to the shopping area or the cafeteria to get food.
Meanwhile, Shirogane had brought his own lunch.
This was a rare sight in Class C. After all, most of the students were troublemakers. Back in middle school, the most they had was a lunch made by their parents—almost none of them ever made their own food.
And yet, Shirogane's homemade bento looked delicious.
Normally, Ryuen never bothered Shirogane, and Shirogane always had a tough and unapproachable look. So the other students knew better than to make trouble.
"That looks nice."
Noticing that Shirogane had taken out his bento, Shiina stood up and spoke.
She could cook, but waking up an hour or two early just to make a bento was out of the question for her. That's why she usually just went to the cafeteria like most students.
"Actually, I'm going to the cafeteria today too." Shirogane stood up, still holding his lunchbox.
"Hm?"
Hiyori blinked.
She knew Shirogane was a hard-working student, always studying, and also very frugal. The fact that he made such a well-prepared bento was simply to save points.
And yet, he was going to the cafeteria today?
"I want to check on a few people," Shirogane said briefly.
Oh.
Shiina nodded.
Lately, students had been talking about how some students from other classes had been hanging around, as if they were trying to gather information.
It was probably Class A students.
This was making the class a bit uneasy. But Shirogane wasn't like most students—he was more calculating. It made sense that he'd want to investigate what was going on with the other classes.
"Well then, I'll be off," Shiina said. "I ran into Kushida from Class D last night. She invited me to have lunch with her."
"Alright."
Shirogane nodded.
This Kushida was the same Kushida Kikyo Shirogane had met in the elevator before.
A golden-haired girl with an angelic smile.
She was popular and socially skilled.
Just a moment ago, Shiina had been wary about Class A students trying to approach Class C for a reason, but now she was accepting Kushida's invitation without hesitation.
Kushida had a way of blurring boundaries between people—making them see her as one of their own in no time.
Shirogane suddenly thought of Ichinose from Class 1-B.
Between Kushida and Ichinose, who was the better at socializing?
As he pondered this, Shirogane started heading toward the cafeteria, still carrying his bento.
But after taking just a few steps, he noticed his shoelace had come undone. He was about to crouch down when suddenly, something warm bumped into him from behind.
"Sorry."
The other person quickly apologized.
Shirogane turned to look and saw a tall woman with a serious expression, dressed in professional attire.
She looked about twenty-five or twenty-six.
She wore black high heels and black stockings—the kind that carried an air of maturity.
Her long legs, wrapped in those stockings, were straight and slender—very attractive.
Of course.
His eyes shouldn't have stopped there.
"It's nothing," Shirogane said, figuring she probably had something on her mind. He didn't dwell on it, and she brushed past him without a second thought.
"You're Shirogane Miyuki from Class C, right?"
But after taking just two steps forward, she suddenly turned back and asked him that.
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