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5.55% COTE: Hikigaya in Classroom of the Elite / Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Chương 2: Chapter 2

Finally, the teacher arrived. Unlocking the door with a "click" a woman wearing a pink t-shirt and jeans walked in. Is this girl really a teacher? She looks more like a teenager than me. I have a bad feeling about this. I have to admit she did look stunning, however, I already knew that what I was feeling right now wasn't true love.

With the teacher arriving, I realized my class position as a loner was officially official. It would be nearly impossible to join a class group now that everyone besides me was acquainted. Rather than being sad, I was actually pretty happy. I mean, now, no one would bother me.

Contrary to her appearance, the teacher seemed to be strict. Entering the room, she immediately demanded.

"Everyone, go to your seats. I won't ask again."

At the end of her words, she displayed a joking smirk on her face. I really couldn't get a read on her. Was she nice or strict? My question was quickly answered when the teacher placed her hands on her hips and started talking to the student on her way to the podium. She was clearly a chatty and nice type. No wonder she's the advisor for this class.

When she reached the podium, I adjusted my posture and sat straight. I realized making a bad impression on the teacher now would only cause me problems. The teacher grabbed a marker and purposely took her time writing her name on the board. Hoshinomiya Chie.

"Hello students, my name is Hoshinomiya Chie. I hope you will all remember my name, or there may be consequences."

Is this teacher serious? It appeared that even the chatty students had the same reaction as I did. Isn't she supposed to be telling us the school's rules? What do I care about her name? I mean, this is the best school in Japan. Doesn't that mean she's one of the best teachers in Japan?

One of the students previously surrounding Ichinose broke the silence.

"Of course, we won't forget. It is a beautiful name."

The other students murmured in agreement, and the teacher happily clapped her hands. What is this? Is this school a fraud? I knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. This isn't some playground. Can we get to the rules?

The teacher then began talking with the students in the center of the class. Yeah, this school is a fraud. The rumors about it being difficult are clearly wrong. Our teacher acts like a teenager and converses with the students in the middle class. After about ten minutes of the teacher conversing with the students, a normal person emerged. Kanzaki, the kid in front of me, asked.

"Teacher, the manual said that you would explain the school rules. The admissions guides did not provide much information about food, housing, and other essentials. Could you please explain?"

I sighed in relief. Surely, she would realize her mistake and immediately get back on schedule. I mean, she had to be one of the best teachers in Japan to teach here, so I guess she just made a mistake or got distracted. Kanzaki asked clear questions even if she wanted to keep talking with the students. If she were truly a teacher, she would have no choice but to answer these questions before going back to talking. The teacher glanced at Kanzaki's name tag, put her hand on her hips, and responded in a dead serious voice.

"Kanzaki, you will never get a girlfriend like this. Girls hate impatient men. Please be more mature and kind if you want a chance at one."

"..."

Did this teacher seriously give the boy relationship advice?

Is this real? Surely, I'm dreaming.

The best school in the country can't be like this. Surely not, right? I put my head on my desk. Clearly, this school was a joke.

Our teacher cares more about giving relationship advice and conversing with students than giving us vital information.

Even the students who were talking to Hoshnomiya were surprised at her response. I put my head on my desk. This school would be one big waste of time. Another voice emerged. It was Ichinose.

"Teacher Hoshnomiya, we can all talk with you anytime, but the entrance ceremony will start soon. Please explain the rules."

Wait, she's like this? I thought she would follow the flow and keep talking with the teacher. Did I have the wrong idea about her?

Anyway, she is the center of the class, so I should keep my distance. The teacher would surely have to realize that she was in the wrong here after two students called her out.

"Really, I can't help it. You guys are so much fun. I wish I could talk with you all day"

This is insanity. I guess you get what you pay. I can't be surprised. With the free tuition, this teacher must be getting paid very little, so I doubt she cares about her job.

She even made herself sound like a victim. "sOrRy, I cAn't HeLp iT" IT IS YOUR JOB. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T HELP IT? YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS. At this point, I wasn't even mad at her. I was envious.

Where can I get a job like this? Getting paid to talk with my students.

The teacher, finally taking a hint, decided to explain the rules. She took a box of smartphones and gave them to the first row to pass them down.

Another perk of being in the last row was that no one would complain that I touched their phone with my "dirty" hands. 

"This school had a special system called the S System. The student ID terminal just sent down is similar to a mobile phone, but it is only for internal communication in the school. The external network can only browse information. It also has a payment function similar to a credit card. The difference is that what is consumed is not money but points."

I somewhat expected this. The school is a completely closed campus, so allowing us to communicate with the outside would undermine that aspect.

"There are now 100,000 points in it; each point equals one yen. In addition, points are credited to the account on the first day of each month. If you have points, you can buy everything."

Maybe she really is a good teacher; she explained everything on schedule within 10 minutes. I still refuse to acknowledge her. She is more of a student than me.

Wait, 100,000 points and one point equals one yen. 100,000 yen? 

Is this school insane? Who the hell gives teenagers 100,000 yen? If the four other classes also have 40 students, that means 100,000 * 40 * 4, which is 16 million yen.

This is where my parent's tax money is going? They are barely making enough money to pay rent, and here, the government is giving 16 million yen to a bunch of teenagers each month. What the hell is going on?

Surely, it can't be each month. Ah, I see. She said points would be credited at the start of each month, not 100,000. How do we know how many points we get? Isn't she our teacher? Why is she making her wording so confusing and trying to trick us?

Can you buy anything? What does that mean? Can I buy access to the outside world? 

"Any questions?"

I had a million questions, but I knew asking now would only draw attention, so I decided to ask her later in the faculty room or lounge.

This school really is insane. First, they hire a teacher who converses with students for half the class and then explains the rules for 10 minutes. Then they decided to give us 16 million yen, and finally, they completely closed all communication with the outside world.

Something suspicious has to be going on here.

Interrupting my thoughts, the Kanzaki from earlier raised his hands. He truly is impressive, being able to raise his hand again after being embarrassed earlier by the teacher. Even I wouldn't be able to do that.


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