After a simple witnessing process, the Treaty of Mutual Love and Assistance officially went into effect.
Shiki tucked the contract away carefully, a look of absolute satisfaction on his face.
He looked exactly like a wild bear that had just stumbled upon a massive pot of sweet honey.
However, people’s joys and sorrows are rarely connected.
Ryuen could not stand that smug, punchable face.
His gaze was as sharp as a jagged blade, stabbing directly at Shiki.
“Don’t think you’ve won just yet.
The real battle is only beginning.
Enjoy today’s victory, because next time, I’ll have you kneeling on the ground begging me,” Ryuen said coldly.
“Let’s go!”
His three lackeys followed behind him in an orderly fashion, taking the opportunity to glare fiercely at Shiki to borrow some of their boss’s intimidation.
Watching their retreating backs, a very weird expression appeared on Shiki’s face.
“…Chuunibyou?”
Did this guy actually think this school was like some delinquent manga where you conquer Suzuran High with just your fists?
(TL:I know right?
high school aint that serious bro~)
He felt like Ryuen and Sakayanagi would actually have a lot in common.
A little Princess-sama and a Delinquent King—in a twisted way, they really were a match made in heaven.
Walking out of the school building, Shiki shook his head, tossing all the random thoughts out of his mind.
He looked up at the clouds gradually being dyed red by the setting sun, his mood feeling light and breezy.
Tomorrow was the day points were distributed.
He wondered what kind of “fruitful” results Class D would reap.
He was really looking forward to it!
__________
Morning of May 1st.
Class D Classroom.
When Shiki walked into the room, he immediately noticed a distinct change in the atmosphere.
A faint sense of panic and unease hung heavily in the air.
I guess they finally realized something is wrong…
Shiki wasn’t surprised at all.
Unlike him, who kept entirely to himself, many of the students had friends in other classes.
When payday arrived and their own points didn’t show up, they obviously asked those friends about it.
However, when people realize they are standing on the edge of an abyss, they always try to trick themselves into believing the ground is still flat and safe.
It’s the classic boiling frog effect.
“Hey, did you get your points yet?”
“No, I have no idea what’s going on.
Could it be a glitch in the school’s system?”
“Yeah, probably.”
Many students chattered back and forth, desperately trying to comfort themselves.
But the worry and anxiety on their faces didn’t lessen one bit; it clung to them like cold, wet mud.
Shiki found the entire scene incredibly humorous.
He noticed that many of the guys with the ugliest expressions right now were the exact same ones who had been partying the hardest during class.
Their usual arrogance had vanished completely, and their loud noise had turned into a nervous silence.
Since their point balances were likely running on fumes, they were genuinely panicking.
As the morning bell rang, Chabashira-sensei walked into the classroom just like usual.
But unlike before, her expression was much stricter, her face was noticeably dark, and she was carrying a rolled up poster tube.
Chabashira’s aura was clearly different today, making the air in the room feel heavy and tense.
But there was always one idiot who couldn’t read the room.
Ike loudly blurted out:
“Sensei, did your time of the month not come or something?”
The air went dead silent for a second.
(As expected of Class D, full of pure talent!)
Shiki actually admired Ike.
The guy spent all day desperately whining about wanting a cute girlfriend, yet he constantly did things that absolutely disgusted girls.
How did he manage to make his actions the exact opposite of his goals?
Or was he actually a genius who secretly got off on girls looking at him with pure disgust?
What an absolute connoisseur of rejection!
Chabashira completely ignored Ike’s harassment and said blankly, “We will now begin homeroom.
But before I start, I assume you all have many questions.
If you have something to say, just say it.”
The moment she gave permission, the students, whose hearts were already overflowing with panic, found an outlet.
“Sensei!
I checked my account this morning and my points haven’t changed at all!
Weren’t we supposed to get 100,000 points on the first of every month?
Without points, surviving is going to be really hard.
We’re getting anxious here!” Hondou cried out.
“Hondou, I did indeed say that points would be distributed on time every month.
That is correct.
The school also double checks everything, so there is no such thing as a system error.”
“But…
we just didn’t get them!”
Hondou and a group of equally confused students looked at each other, totally clueless as to what was going on.
Chabashira was no longer focusing on them.
Instead, she slowly swept her gaze across the entire classroom, looking at their naive, foolish faces, seemingly savoring their panic and unease.
Shiki let out a bored yawn.
He felt Chabashira had a really terrible personality, using other people’s suffering as a side dish for her own entertainment.
Truly, nobody who attended or worked at this school was entirely sane.
Then, he clearly noticed that when Chabashira’s gaze swept past him, it paused for a fraction of a second.
A complex emotion flickered in her eyes before she quickly looked away.
(Is this woman annoyed that I’m completely unfazed?)
Just as Shiki was pondering her look, the silent homeroom teacher at the podium suddenly changed her aura.
“You all…
are truly, unbelievably stupid!”
The Class D students stared at the usually cold and indifferent Chabashira in shock.
They had gotten used to it.
But now, facing her sharp, aggressive words, the students were left with their mouths hanging open, unable to utter a single word.
“Let me give you a friendly reminder.
Points were absolutely transferred to every single student.
That is an undeniable fact.
No person or class was left out.
Do you understand?”
“No, even if you say that, Sensei, we still don’t get it…
The fact is, we didn’t receive any points…”
Hondou still had that look of pure, unadulterated stupidity in his eyes.
His naive words even drew nods of agreement from several others.
But then, a burst of booming laughter echoed through the classroom, interrupting their complaints.
“Hahaha!
I see, Teacher!
I have already solved this little riddle.”
The only person capable of such arrogant, booming laughter was Koenji.
Right now, he casually rested both his feet on his desk, acting like nobody else existed, and announced the truth with supreme arrogance.
“The answer is quite simple.
The number of points our class earned is simply zero.
Am I right?”
“Huh?
Why would it be zero?!
Didn’t they say we’d get 100,000 points on the 1st of every month?”
“I never heard of such a thing,” Koenji ignored the protesting student and pulled out some nail clippers to groom his nails.
The students turned questioning looks toward Chabashira-sensei.
“Although Koenji’s attitude is highly problematic, he is absolutely correct…
I gave you so many hints, yet barely any of you managed to figure it out.
How pathetic.”
Shiki saw Chabashira glance at him again when she said that.
This sudden plot twist threw the whole classroom into an uproar.
Unable to just sit and watch the class fall into chaos, Hirata stood up.
“Sensei, may I ask a question?
Please tell us the reason why we weren’t given any points.
Otherwise, we cannot accept this.”
Even now, some people still didn’t understand the specific reason for the zero points.
“The reason?”
Chabashira sneered.
“98 total instances of being late or absent.
391 instances of talking privately or using phones during class.
In this school, a class’s performance is directly reflected in their points.
Your ‘outstanding’ behavior last month completely wiped out the 100,000 points you were supposed to get.
What is there to be confused about?”
“I believe I said this on the first day of school, didn’t I?
This school evaluates students based entirely on merit.
You earned an evaluation of zero, so receiving zero points is perfectly normal.”
Shiki could sense a hint of genuine surprise in Chabashira’s voice.
Even she probably didn’t expect Class D to be this insanely terrible.
Just then, he heard the scratching sound of a pencil against paper.
Horikita was furiously writing down the numbers for absences and rule violations.
Hirata, still being naive, said, “Chabashira-sensei, I don’t remember ever hearing an explanation about this.
We were never told that points could decrease…”
“Hirata, the things you say are truly baffling,” Chabashira interrupted him.
“By your logic, I also never said that points would stay exactly the same forever, or that breaking rules wouldn’t affect them, did I?”
“That…”
“Isn’t it basic common sense for students to follow school rules?
Or did you skip out on your nine years of compulsory education and never learn that you’re supposed to stay quiet during class?”
Hirata lowered his head, unable to argue back.
The rest of the students looked varying shades of awful, but Chabashira wasn’t done tearing into them.
“You are only first year high school students.
Why did you think you would just be handed 100,000 points every month with absolutely no strings attached?
This is a government funded school designed to nurture top-tier talent.
What makes you think you have that kind of value?”
Chabashira delivered another round of ruthless mockery, treating Class D like utter garbage.
Sitting there as one of those students, Shiki actually felt great.
Yes, exactly.
Whip these absolute weirdos into shape!
(TL:Yes , roast those idiot!)
Hirata wanted to keep arguing, hoping to find a way to earn points back.
It was obvious he was worried about the students who had already spent all their money.
But Chabashira refused to answer.
Like a proper NPC, she just handed out the main quest.
If they wanted more intel, they had to buy it with points—but considering Class D’s current state, they couldn’t afford anything.
After fully roasting the students and enjoying the show, Chabashira unrolled the poster she brought in and taped it to the chalkboard.
The students’ eyes widened in shock as they read it.
On the poster were the classes ranked from A to D, with a number next to each.
Class A: 940
Class B: 890
Class C: 490
Class D: 0
Shiki’s eyes widened slightly.
He wasn’t surprised by Class A’s strength, but he was absolutely floored that Class C—that violent gang of thugs—somehow beat Class D by such a massive margin in discipline.
If negative scores existed, he was sure the gap would have been even wider.
“Congratulations on achieving an unprecedented score in this school’s history: zero class points.”
Chabashira clapped her hands, sarcastically praising their hard work in April.
“I assume you’ve noticed the pattern.
She paused, flashing a cruel smile.
“Naturally the most defective class.”
“So, do you understand why you were separated into these classes on the first day?
From the very beginning, you were ranked by your worth.
The most capable went to Class A, and the defective rejects went to Class D.
Even though you all started with the same amount of points, your performance in April proves that the school’s sorting system was completely accurate.”
The classroom was dead silent.
Not a single person made a sound, you could only hear the faint, nervous breathing of the students.
Shiki noticed that the moment Horikita heard “defective rejects,” her usually calm face turned deathly pale.
She stared at the teacher in pure shock and disbelief.
She definitely has a lot of questions…
“Oh, right.” Chabashira seemed to feel the chaos wasn’t enough and threw in another bomb.
“I almost forgot to mention.
The school’s promise of 100% college entry and employment only applies to Class A.
It has absolutely nothing to do with defective rejects like you.”
At that, the room completely exploded.
Students shouted and argued loudly, protesting that this was a total scam.
“Heh.
This school is an institution for nurturing top-tier talent.
Use your tiny brains and think about it: why would they hand out special privileges to a bunch of trash?
Did you really think politicians and corporations would make a losing deal and accept useless garbage into their ranks?
You are all far too naive.”
After shutting them down, she posted another sheet of paper on the board.
It had the names of everyone in the class, followed by a number.
“Even if you are idiots, you should know what this is, right?”
It was obviously the test results from the pop quiz.
Shiki instantly spotted his name at the very top, followed by the number 100.
Right below him, tied for second place at 90 points, were Koenji, Yukimura, and Horikita.
Horikita whipped her head around to stare at him, her eyes filled with shock.
Shiki knew exactly what she was thinking: she couldn’t believe a lazy slacker actually scored higher than her.
Behind him, Ayanokoji looked completely calm.
While he hadn’t known Shiki’s exact test scores, given Shiki’s terrifying learning speed, getting a perfect score was practically a given.
“Be thankful this was just a mock exam.
If it had been official, seven of you would have been expelled right at the start of the year.”
“E-Expelled?!”
“Being shocked won’t change anything.
It’s a school rule.
With the passing line set at 33 points, all of you who scored below that would have undoubtedly been expelled.”
“Sae-sensei, stop joking!
Why would we get expelled just for failing a test?!” Ike looked like he couldn’t process reality.
His score was 24, one of the lowest among the failing grades.
“Joking?
Do you think I could laugh after seeing your class points?
Well, actually…
when I first saw your class score, I did let out a laugh of pure disbelief…”
Seeing Chabashira’s expression of someone who laughed because they were so angry, Shiki’s lips curled up.
He actually thought his homeroom teacher had a pretty good sense of humor.
Just imagining her reaction to seeing the ‘0’ made him want to laugh too.
“Dammit, I still can’t accept this!
Why was I put in Class D?!
It makes absolutely no sense!” Yukimura stood up.
His grades were near the top, tied for second.
“How unsightly.
There is nothing more pathetic than a man panicking,” Koenji said casually, blowing on his freshly filed nails.
“Koenji, aren’t you pissed off that they put you in Class D?” Yukimura frowned.
To him, people with similar high grades should feel the same outrage.
“They literally labeled us as the lowest tier of students with no guaranteed future!
Are you just going to accept that?”
“Hmph.
That is exactly why you are nonsense.
Pure stupidity.”
“What did you just say?!”
Koenji kept filing his nails, not even bothering to look at Yukimura.
“This simply means the school lacks the capability to measure my true greatness.
I trust, respect, and love myself more than anyone else in the world.
Even if the school gives me a low evaluation, it is only because they are incredibly short sighted and blind to my perfection…”
After delivering his incredibly narcissistic speech, Koenji finally bothered to look up.
But his eyes didn’t land on Yukimura.
Instead, he looked straight at Shiki, who was currently dozing off.
The hairs on the back of Shiki’s neck stood up.
Guided by a bad premonition, he met Koenji’s eyes.
Koenji flashed a wide grin.
“Leaving myself aside, just look at Panda Boy!
Doesn’t he look completely unbothered by being in Class D?”
The spotlight suddenly shifted to Shiki, bringing the entire class’s gaze with it.
After all, Shiki’s loner lifestyle already made him stand out.
Add the fact that he got the only perfect score in the class and dominated the swimming race earlier—he had unknowingly become a very special existence in Class D.
A sort of ‘Schrodinger’s presence’.
“Tsugikuni-kun, do you have anything to say about being placed in Class D?”
Yukimura’s tone was noticeably more polite.
For someone obsessed with grades, facing the guy who outscored him automatically forced his ego to shrink.
“Ah, me?”
(TL:Next chapter will be pure machine gun roasting lol, funny ass chapter)