The author has something to say. All characters here are 18 years old. As for why high school students are 18? Those who know, know.
And just in case, I'll add another buff.
This Advanced Nurturing High School adds another three years, making it 21 years old! That should put my mind at ease, right?
Alright everyone, let's begin the main story.
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In April, under bright sunshine and gentle breezes, the entrance ceremony for Advanced Nurturing High School began in this beautiful season.
I sat quietly on a bus, my thoughts surging like a tide, contemplating the meaning of life.
I, Akasaka Ryunosuke, a transmigrator, was like a lone shooting star, streaking across the firmament of time and space, descending into this unfamiliar world.
However, I had no cheat abilities or external assistance, like a lone boat adrift in a vast ocean, having lost its direction.
When I first transmigrated to this world, I was at a loss, as if trapped in an endless dark labyrinth.
It wasn't until that day, when I received an admission notice, that a ray of light pierced through the darkness, illuminating my path forward.
When I saw the prominent words "Advanced Nurturing High School" on the notice, I suddenly realized that I had arrived in the world of classroom of the Elite, a world full of challenges and opportunities.
Upon arriving in this world, I meticulously investigated my identity like a detective.
My mother and father went their separate ways, and my father, like a gambler, squandered all the family assets.
Eventually, he was driven to distant Africa by debt collectors to plant an endless supply of potatoes, leaving me alone and helpless, like an orphan.
Fortunately, the creditors were not utterly malicious; they knew I was about to enter Advanced Nurturing High School.
So, they decided to temporarily let me, a penniless person, off the hook for these three years, as if granting me a brief reprieve.
Now, I had to start thinking about the uncertain life of the next three years in high school.
First and foremost, earning money became a reality I had to face.
In this Advanced Nurturing High School, points are like precious currency, exchangeable for an equivalent amount of cash.
However, to achieve this goal, I must graduate from Class A, which is undoubtedly an insurmountable mountain.
My only advantage now is like having a pair of eyes that can travel through time; having read the original work, I am fully aware of what is about to happen.
As long as the plot doesn't undergo drastic changes due to my appearance, I can use this foresight to plan ahead, like a wise man, cleverly earning a large number of points.
Just as my thoughts surged like a tide on the bus, an old man, trembling like a candle in the wind, slowly boarded.
However, the bus was full, and I looked around to see that the students and office workers ignored the old man. I couldn't help but sigh deeply.
I knew that the appearance of this old man was very likely a special test meticulously arranged by the school.
If I gave up my seat, I might be able to move up to an ideal class.
Although Kushida Kikyo in the original work gave up her seat, she still couldn't move up a class as she wished, probably because her own flaws were too obvious.
If this old man wasn't intentionally arranged by the school, I would certainly give up my seat willingly, but the situation is different now.
If I give up my seat, it might affect my journey to that unknown class.
Given that the original owner of this body often skipped school to do odd jobs and pay off debts, and his academic performance was at the bottom, he would definitely be assigned to the so-called Class D.
The original Class D, although it achieved the first-ever 0 points in the first month, was full of experts, including Sudo Ken, who was specially admitted for his basketball skills, and Kōenji Rokosuke, whose physical strength was top-tier.
Horikita Suzune, Horikita Manabu’s sister, is an independent individual. Although she has many flaws, one must admit that she is indeed gifted.
If she had even half of Kushida Kikyo's interpersonal skills, that girl would be no less capable than any leader in other classes.
In addition, there's a low-spec version of Kiyotaka, Matsushita Chiaki.
If I were in Class D, I would use my initial personal points sparingly, and with Ayanokoji, the mastermind, leading later on, I could easily win by lying down.
However, I came to this school to earn a huge amount of points and graduate into Class A. Although Class D has Ayanokoji and a high possibility of moving up to Class A, it might also become a burden for earning points. This situation is usually more suitable for going solo, provided you have absolute strength.
And I also have to be wary of Ayanokoji, so I don't get used as a tool... Thinking of this, Ryunosuke couldn't help but cover his face with one hand. That guy is emotionless and discards people like trash after using them. I certainly don't want to be his tool.
Class C, that's a high-risk class, practically Ryuen Sho's backyard; those who don't obey will face his violent rule. We can just skip this one.
Class B is like a united and friendly family; however, the leader, Ichinose Honami, is too kind, like a docile sheep, which makes the class full of talent but unable to exert its true strength.
If there were an expert who could become Ichinose’s right-hand man and offer her advice, then this class would certainly be like a tiger with wings. With just a command from Ichinose Honami, everyone could quickly gather and form an invincible force.
At that time, Class B would become incredibly strong. The upper limit of this class soars into the clouds, and its lower limit is also unfathomable; its height completely depends on the leader's strength.
Class A started out like the rising sun, standing at the pinnacle. The two leaders in the early stages caused many internal conflicts within the class, and during special exams, they even went so far as to sell information to other classes.
In the mid-to-late stages, although Sakayanagi Arisu was exceptionally strong, her true goal was not to graduate from Class A, but to compete against Ayanokoji from Class D.
Moreover, whether she is in Class A or not is insignificant to her, after all, the entire school is her father's property... she doesn't care about graduating at all... she's just a young lady born with a silver spoon, playing freely in her father's backyard.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but frown, my head throbbing. If I want to earn a large number of points, I will inevitably attract the attention of this "tigress." Once this guy encounters "prey" that interests her, she will definitely latch on and never let go.
However, if I want to obtain a large number of points, I will certainly not be able to avoid this fierce tigress...
Just as my mind was raging like a storm, a voice, like a nightingale singing, reached my ears.
"Don't you think you should give up your seat?"
Hearing this familiar voice, I looked up as if shocked. Oh, it's the beautiful guy.
The person being advised by the girl at this moment, sitting as steady as a mountain in the priority seat, was a blond man. The blond man was all smiles, legs crossed, calm and composed, as if completely unaware that his occupation of the priority seat was in any way inappropriate.
"You, sitting over there, didn't you see that the old lady is very uncomfortable?"
At this time, the short-haired flaxen-haired girl in a JK school uniform hoped that the beautiful guy would give up the priority seat to the trembling old woman.
The beautiful guy sitting in the priority seat spoke up.
"That's a crazy question, Lady."
The blond boy grinned, re-crossed his legs, and continued to spout his flawed, twisted logic.
"Why should I have to give up my seat to this old man? There's absolutely no reason."
"I don't understand. Even if it's a priority seat, there's no legal obligation to give it up. Whether or not to give up the seat at this time is decided by me, the current occupant of this seat. Young people have to give up their seats? Hahaha! That's a truly nonsensical idea."
I lost interest when I saw this scene, because I knew what would happen next.
So I looked around and, sure enough, found a poker face. This must be Ayanokoji. Then I continued to look next to him and found a beautiful girl with long black hair, a stunning face, and a cold aura. This must be Horikita Suzune; she is indeed a beauty...
I couldn't help but stare a little longer, watching the girl for five seconds.
The girl seemed to notice my gaze and looked up, glaring back at me. I knew I had been discovered and quickly averted my eyes.
You can't blame me... In my previous life, where had I seen such a beautiful girl? As a man, isn't it normal to look at a beautiful girl for a little longer?
Just as I was secretly pondering, the conversation between Kōenji Rokosuke and Kushida Kikyo finally ended.
It concluded with Kushida Kikyo's failure.
But it seemed the girl wasn't giving up yet and continued her offensive.
"Everyone, please listen to me for a moment. Is there anyone willing to give up their seat to this old woman? Anyone at all, please."
I looked at the girl indifferently, not because I was cold-blooded, but because I had read the original work and knew of her hypocrisy.
Well, even if it's hypocrisy, what's wrong with it? At least this girl did help the old woman. Whether it's hypocrisy or not is no longer important; what matters is the outcome...
As the people on the bus remained unresponsive, a girl, unable to bear the pressure, stood up and offered her seat.
"Please, sit..."
"Thank you!" Kushida Kikyo expressed her gratitude to the girl who gave up her seat with a beaming smile.
"You're welcome."
The girl simply replied indifferently and paid no further attention, standing up and grasping the overhead handrail.
Kushida Kikyo, as if tending to fragile porcelain, gently helped the trembling old woman into the seat. The old woman smiled and nodded in thanks to Kushida Kikyo and the girl who gave up her seat.
Kushida Kikyo was clearly very happy.
Seeing this smile, I couldn't help but wonder if it was feigned or genuine.
Then, with some curiosity, I looked at the girl who had just given up her seat, only to be surprised that I knew her.
She was Kamuro Masumi, a future Class A member...
Instantly, I understood everything. So that was it... Was Kamuro Masumi using this opportunity to get into Class A?
If a person doesn't have major issues, they can indeed get into Class A this way.
I turned my head to look at Kushida again, but Kushida wouldn't work. Her flaws were too great; she had destroyed her entire class in middle school...
The girl seemed to notice my gaze and turned to look at me. Upon seeing me, she smiled. I didn't return her smile, turning my head and closing my eyes to feign sleep.
The girl seemed a little surprised, as if she hadn't expected this boy to ignore her. A hint of danger emanated from her smiling eyes.
I had no interest in what happened next, so I stopped paying attention.
Soon after, the car arrived at its destination, and I, like a ghost, followed the high school students out.
Before long, I arrived at my classroom. Looking up, it was Class D, just as expected.
Soon, Akasaka Ryunosuke walked into the classroom like a gust of wind. The classroom was already packed, and just as he had expected, several small groups had already gathered, chatting animatedly, like stars around the moon.
Ryunosuke knew full well that no matter if he arrived early or late, it would be difficult for him to blend in with their groups.
Because he had made up his mind to go his own way. As for this Class D, he would let Ayanokoji Kiyotaka worry about it.
He only wanted to make money and didn't want to get involved in this mess.
Looking around, his gaze, like a radar, quickly pinpointed the seat with his nameplate on it.
Wow! Back row, by the window, it's practically a king's throne. Perfect!
Soon, Ryunosuke settled down steadily, like a bird returning to its nest.
Right in front of him, Horikita Suzune's exquisite face unfolded before his eyes like a beautiful painting.
To be honest, Ryunosuke's heart did skip a beat for a moment. What a stunning beauty! It was just a pity that she was not only as cold as ice but also had a sharp tongue.
However, I wouldn't be captivated by her beauty now, because in my eyes, there was only shining money...
To his right, Sakura Airi was bowing her head, like a startled fawn. Seeing this girl, Ryunosuke couldn't help but recall her tragic fate in the original story. Perhaps this was an opportunity he could use...
Just as I was lost in thought, Horikita Suzune, who was sitting in front of me, suddenly turned around and looked at me. I was instantly puzzled.
The girl looked at me with an extremely cold gaze and asked,
“What did you mean by looking at me on the bus just now?”
At this moment, my brain froze for a second, but I quickly understood what Horikita Suzune was referring to. I quickly explained to her to avoid being targeted by this troublesome girl.
“I'm sorry, it's just that you're too cute and beautiful, and I unconsciously stared at you for a little too long...”
Horikita Suzune seemed not to have expected such a direct answer from me. Her cheeks flushed for a moment, but she quickly calmed down and reprimanded me fiercely with an extremely unfriendly tone and gaze.
“Are you a pervert? How dare you look at me with your filthy eyes at the bus stop? I admit I'm cute, beautiful, and a pretty girl.”
“But I don't want to be stared at by a pervert like you. It disgusts me. You stared at me for five seconds on the bus, didn't you? Now, please go to the police station and turn yourself in immediately, you pervert.”
At this moment, Ryunosuke's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but think, what strong aggression. You thorny rose. I only looked at you for five seconds... Do you have to attack me to the point of making me socially withdrawn?
Seeing that the girl seemed to want to continue speaking, I hurriedly reached out to stop her.
I couldn't let her say any more. Many people had already turned their attention to us. Although I didn't want to have any dealings with anyone in this class, I certainly didn't want to be mistaken for a pervert.
At this moment, I took a deep breath, thought of my words, and spoke softly to Horikita Suzune.
“I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have stared at you for five seconds, and I certainly shouldn't have had any improper thoughts about you. So please forgive me. From now on, I promise I will never look at you directly again...”
Horikita Suzune didn't quite understand what Ryunosuke was saying, but she generally got the gist of it: he was apologizing to her.
Horikita Suzune crossed her arms and spoke to Ryunosuke in an extremely arrogant tone.
“Given your sincere apology, I won't send you to the police station to turn yourself in. I hope you won't talk to me again in the future. I don't want to have any connection with a pervert like you.”
Ryunosuke's mouth twitched. I only looked at you for five seconds? How did I become a pervert?
I silently ignored Horikita's last words and nodded in acknowledgment.
Horikita Suzune, seeing me nod, also gave up her attack on me and turned back to her desk.
At this moment, in the classroom, seeing that our argument had ended, everyone also uninterestingly looked away.
I couldn't help but inwardly complain, sure enough, in any world, people love to watch a good show.
At this moment, Sakura Airi rested her head on her arms on the desk, continuously glancing at Ryunosuke from the corner of her eye.
She thought to herself, what a strange person. It's better not to get involved with such a person...
At this moment, Horikita Suzune was talking to an expressionless guy.
That guy, like an emotionless robot, replied with polite language: “My name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, pleased to meet you!”
Horikita Suzune gave him a response as cold as an iceberg.
“Why the sudden self-introduction?”
Just as the atmosphere became incredibly awkward due to the ice queen's words, there was a moment of silence. The ice queen next to me, without looking at anyone in particular, softly uttered a phrase:
“Horikita Suzune.”
“Hmm?”
I, standing nearby, interjected like an enthusiastic tour guide, addressing Ayanokoji Kiyotaka: “Her name.”
Soon, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, like a polite gentleman, replied to Horikita Suzune:
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Horikita.”
At this moment, both of their attentions, as if drawn by a magnet, shifted to me. Seeing this, I also began my self-introduction. “My name is Akasaka Ryunosuke, and I hope you two will take good care of me for the next three years.”
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka replied to me expressionlessly, as if his face would forever bear only one expression.
Horikita Suzune merely turned her head and did not respond to me, her movement like that of an arrogant peacock.
What a tsundere! I secretly complained in my heart. I tried hard to restrain myself from letting these thoughts escape my mouth.
If I were to complain about this girl, she might retaliate against me for three years, like an angry little lioness.
“You seem to be thinking something very rude?” Horikita Suzune turned her head and stared at me, saying.
“That's your misconception!”
Ryunosuke felt somewhat speechless. Can you even sense me complaining in my mind? Can you not be so sharp in such strange places?...
Soon, we fell silent again.
I sighed. I should have known better than to butt in. I'm truly sorry, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
Then, like a scanner, I carefully surveyed the classroom and my classmates, filled with a myriad of emotions.
The beauty of the girls in this school was astonishing; it was practically a concentration camp for beautiful girls.
Kei Karuizawa and Sato Maya, one with a full-on gyaru style, the other charmingly cute.
The excellent Matsushita Chiaki, to avoid trouble, quietly hid her abilities like a reclusive martial arts master.
Kushida Kikyo, who treated everyone kindly, was like a blooming white lotus, yet only upon closer inspection would one discover that her heart was as black as ink.
Hasebe Haruka, with her beautiful looks and model figure, was like a dazzling pearl. However, she had a strong aversion to boys, especially those with malicious, lecherous gazes, which made her somewhat reclusive.
But there was no doubt that she was a peerless beauty, especially her ample chest, which might even be more impressive than Sakura Airi's.
And then there was the legendary 'Roll King,' Wang Meiyu, who excelled in English, chemistry, mathematics, and sociology, ranking at the top of the class in all of them. I had to admire this compatriot; she truly inherited the excellent bloodline of the Great China, truly the 'King of Rolls.'
I remembered how my roommates used to trick me into playing games instead of studying for exams, only to secretly get up and 'roll' behind my back. It wasn't until the exam results came out that I woke up from my dream, damn it! Those bastards! Only I was foolish enough to believe their nonsense.
In stark contrast to the girls' beauty, the boys looked somewhat unkempt, as if they had crossed over from another world, their style completely out of sync with the girls here.
Looking at the beautiful girls in this class, I couldn't help but fall into contemplation. If I earned enough points to pay off my debts, why not find a girlfriend in this school and have a sweet romance?
In my previous life, I seemed to have been a complete virgin. At least in this school, I should break my virginity.
Just as I came back to my senses, the school bell, signaling the start of class, rang like a symphony. It seemed my Advanced Nurturing High School life had officially begun, Ryunosuke thought.