Chương 3: First Day Of School
The door creaked open as I stepped into the classroom. Class D. My gaze swept over the room, taking in the scene. First impression? Chaotic. Groups of students were scattered around—some clustered together, laughing loudly, while others sat in isolation, pretending not to care.
It was the first day of school, so the energy was raw, unpolished. Everyone was trying to find their footing, their place in the social hierarchy.
No one wanted to be left alone, yet here and there were outliers, people who either chose solitude or had it thrust upon them. The noise level was higher than I expected. Voices overlapped, blending into a discordant hum that seemed to bounce off the walls. The kind of noise that could grate on your nerves if you let it. But it was the first day, so I decided to let it slide. For now. I had no doubt it would test my patience soon enough.
Naoyo had mentioned something cryptic before I came here. He said he'd made sure my life wouldn't be boring. What did he mean by that? I didn't know yet, but I had a feeling I'd find out sooner rather than later. Even now, I could feel a flicker of annoyance bubbling under the surface.
The only real challenge I was facing at the moment was resisting the urge to deal with the trio of idiots in the corner. Their obnoxious laughter cut through the room like nails on a chalkboard. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to shut them up—permanently—but I restrained myself. Barely.
My eyes scanned the classroom, searching for my assigned seat. The desks were arranged in a typical grid, each one a small island in the sea of chaos. As I moved deeper into the room, I couldn't help but notice how quickly alliances were forming. Students introduced themselves, exchanged pleasantries, and began weaving the fragile web of first impressions. It was painfully transparent, like watching actors stumble through a poorly written script.
Then there was a beige-haired girl. She had a figure that was equal parts delicate and alluring, her curves subtle yet perfectly accentuated by her graceful posture.
She caught my attention immediately, though not for the reasons most might expect.
...well it's maybe a little bit due to that but not entirely.
She was smiling, engaging in polite conversation with those around her, but her eyes told a different story. Beneath the surface, there was something else—a flicker of calculation, perhaps? Or maybe a quiet desperation. Was she seeking validation, or was it something deeper? Whatever it was, she masked it well. Intriguing. I guess I found someone interesting in this place.
I looked a bit further to see a gyaru who kinda reminded me of a certain someone. She kinda looked like Jin. Is she a Karuizawa? It would be funny if Jin's daughter is in my class however the chances of this happening is pretty slim.
As I moved through the room, I passed a group of girls giggling over something—probably some unimportant joke that they'd forget in an hour. One of them looked up and met my gaze, her laughter catching in her throat. I smirked, letting my crimson eyes linger on hers just long enough to make her cheeks flush. She quickly looked away, and I kept walking, pleased.
I reached my seat near the back. Next to me was a black-haired girl. A real beauty to say the least. She was reading a book. Crime and Punishment? Not bad of book to read.
For a moment, I wondered if she was someone I should be wary of.
"Is there a problem?" she asked, her tone cool and precise. She didn't even bother to look at me as she spoke.
"Not at all." I replied, leaning back in my chair. "Just getting a feel for the room."
"Hm," she murmured, her gaze flicking to me briefly before settling back on her book. Ice-cold and beautiful? Truly a dangerous combo.
"Also nice book to read."
Interesting. She wasn't like the others, scrambling to make friends or fit in. No, she radiated confidence and self-reliance, and I could tell she had no intention of engaging in the social games.
I leaned back on my chair.
In front of me was a boy with brown hair. He looked kind of lonely. Should I talk to him.
After a few minutes the first bell rang. At the exact moment, a woman entered the class. She was about 5'3 in height and had brown longed hair tied in a ponytail. She was also wearing a suit and has a well-endowed voluptuous body. If I had to put her in an age group it probably be in the 30s. Most likely she is 28-29.
"Ahem. Good morning to you, students. I'm the instructor for Class D. My name is Chabashira Sae. I usually teach Japanese history. However, at this school, we do not change classrooms for each grade. For the next three years, I will be acting as your homeroom teacher, so I hope to get to know all of you. It's a pleasure to meet you. The entrance ceremony will be in the gymnasium one hour from now, but first, I will distribute written materials with information about this school's special rules. I will also hand out the admissions guide."
Interesting...so for three years we are stuck here together. 3 years is enough for people to build long-term dynamics, relationships, and proper teamwork. I think I am starting to understand what the S-system means and how it functions a bit.
"I will now hand out your student ID cards. By using your card, you can access any of the facilities on campus, purchase goods from the store, and so on. It acts like a credit card. However, it is imperative that you pay attention to the points that you spend. At this school, you can use your points to buy anything. Anything located on the school premises is available for purchase."
The school's points functions like a universal currency. Imagine if the entire world used the same currency it would probably feel like this school here.
"Anything is Available for Purchase"
The freedom to purchase "anything" on campus is creating a seemingly open system where individual choice is paramount. If she is saying the truth right now. This could technically means points might not only be used for material goods but also for privileges and services.
The student ID also acts as a credit card, meaning all transactions are tracked. This likely makes it impossible to spend anonymously or evade scrutiny. The ID card isn't just a convenience—it's a tool for surveillance and accountability. The school can monitor every transaction, potentially using this data to evaluate students or enforce rules.
"Your student cards can be used simply by swiping them through the machine scanner. The method is simple, so you shouldn't get confused. Points are automatically deposited into your account on the first of every month. You should all have received 100,000 points already. Keep in mind that one point is worth one yen. No further explanation should be necessary."
The classroom erupted when they heard this.
100,000 yen was no small money. That's like $700–$900 USD depending on the day. It is a rather large sum of money for a normal high schooler to have.
"Shocked by the amount of points you've been given? This school evaluates its students' talents. Everyone here has passed the entrance examination, which itself speaks to your value and potential. The amount you've received reflects the evaluation of your worth. You can use your points without restraint. After graduation, however, all of your points return to the school. Because it's impossible to exchange your points for cash, there's no advantage to saving them. Once points have been deposited into your account, it's up to you how to spend them. Do as you like. In the event that you don't want to spend your points, you may transfer them to someone else. However, extorting money from your peers is not allowed. This school monitors bullying very carefully."
As bewilderment spread among the students, Chabashira-sensei looked over the room.
"Well, it appears no one has any-"
"I have a question." I said raising my arm. This cause the class focus to shift on me.
"Takashiro Ren right?" She asked me.
"Yes."
"What's your question?"
"What happens if someone runs out of points? Are there safety nets in place?"
"Yes, the convenience store provide free basic necessities which you can buy in case you are out of points."
"..."
"Is this everything you wanted to ask?"
"You also said we can purchase anything on campus. Does that include things like tutoring?"
"Yes. You can use your points to pay a teacher for personal tutoring?"
"I see."
"Is this all you wanted to ask Takashiro?"
"No...how does the school monitors bullying? One of things you talked was that extortion and bullying were forbidden. So how do they know if someone is getting bullied or not."
"There are cameras everywhere outside."
"So inside a class bullying can happened?"
"..." She looked at me with a slight smile.
"I can't really answer this part for you." She said.
"Do you have any other questions?"
"...I have a last question actually."
"Go on then."
"These points we received—do they always work the same way? Like, is the amount consistent for everyone, or does it… depend on things we haven't been told yet?"
"Everybody received the same amount of money."
"Did he expect to gain more money? Is he dumb or something?" One guy said. He was one of those three idiots earlier. He had short brown hair and look pretty dumb.
"What a moron." He added.
"Takashiro do you have any other question that I need to clarify?" Sensei asked me.
"No...i understand it now." I said before sitting back down.
"...well good then." She said looking at me a bit weirdly.
I understand it now. This S-system. It is a simple concept that is pretty amusing. In short, it tries to replicate a civilization. Class D is currently a civilization that is trying to rise up. Every single class for the first years are like this right now. They are a civilization that are trying to rise up to the top and become perfect.
The points works as a universal currency for everyone so it gets rid of the barter system problem arising. Similar to how a civilization works, this class is considered as a single person when evaluating. If one group of students does some dumb thing, every single one of us will have to face the same repercussion.
Points are what determines everything here. This school must have some sort of way to distribute points fairly.
One thing that sensei never mentioned is the amount of points we get each month. If we are being honest, the chances of this entire classes being broke by next month is around 95%.
"Hey, hey! Do you want to check out a store with me on our way back? Let's do some shopping!" one girl cried.
"Sure. With this much, we can buy anything. I'm so glad I got into this school!" another said. Once sensei was gone, the newly rich kids already wanted to spend their fortune.
"Everyone, can you please listen to me for a moment?" A student with the air of an upstanding young man quickly raised his hand. His hair wasn't dyed.
He looked like an honors student. Based on his appearance, I got the impression he wasn't a delinquent. Well we can't really based someone base of their appearance now.
"Starting today, we're all going to be classmates. Therefore, I think it'd be good for us to introduce ourselves and become friends as soon as possible. We still have some time until the entrance ceremony. What do you say?"
Well I guess we already know who is gonna be one of the pillars of this class.
"Starting today, we're all going to be classmates. Therefore, I think it'd be good for us to introduce ourselves and become friends as soon as possible. We still have some time until the entrance ceremony. What do you say?"
The masculine urge to leave this class right now is really strong but I guess I can stay for a few more minutes.
"Agreed! After all, we still don't know a thing about each other, not even our names," someone shouted.
"My name's Hirata Yousuke. Back in junior high, lots of people called me Yousuke. Feel free to use my first name! I guess my hobby is sports in general, but I especially like soccer. I'm planning on playing soccer here, too. Nice to meet you!"
Definition of industry plant.
And this was also the limit I could stay in this class!! Is it weird I don't even have the patience to stay in class for a longer period?
"Well then, I'd like everyone to introduce themselves, starti-"
I took my bag and got up from my seat.
Clack! The chair rattled as I stood up.
I began walking towards the door. Hirata who was standing in front in a way stopped me from leaving the class.
I looked down a bit due to height difference between us. I was about 184 cm and he was about 174 cm. So it almost looked like I was looking down on a kid.
"Uhm...Takashiro-k"
"Yeah I am not interested in these things. You guys can do your introduction thing between yourself." I told him.
"I see..." He said looking down a bit. I feel bad now.
"Isn't it fine to introduce yourself? Hirata-kun just want us to know each other." one girl snapped at me.
"Yeah, yeah!" another one chimed in.
"Sensei already said my name earlier so I don't think I need to do an introduction."
"Yeah but-" the blondie next to him said.
"there is no but. Karuizawa right?" So she is Jin's daughter.
"Yeah but how do you know my-"
"It is on your table." I said flatly.
"Anyways you guys are wasting your time and everyone else times trying to talk me. You probably don't even realize it but in a way your peer pressuring everybody in saying their name even though they don't want to." I said to Hirata.
"...you are right. I can't force you or anyone to introduce themselves. However I don't think getting along with your classmates is a bad thing." How are we still continuing this conversation right now?
"I never said it's a bad thing."
"Hirata-kun," I said with a calm yet firm tone, "I get where you're coming from. You want everyone to feel connected, to create a sense of unity. That's a noble goal, really. But forcing introductions? That's not how trust or camaraderie is built."
I paused for a moment, letting my words hang in the air before continuing. "Think about it—people open up when they're ready, not when they're pressured. If you really want to foster a bond, maybe it's better to give everyone the space to speak when they feel comfortable, rather than making this a spectacle on the first day. It'll be more meaningful that way."
I let my gaze sweep the room briefly, addressing the unspoken discomfort of others who might feel the same but hadn't voiced it. "Not everyone's ready to spill their life story in front of a bunch of strangers. And that's okay. If we're going to spend three years together, there's plenty of time for real connections. No need to rush."
"You're right, Takashiro-kun," Hirata said, his tone calm and conciliatory. "I didn't mean to make anyone feel pressured. That wasn't my intention at all."
He paused, glancing at the rest of the class before continuing. "But I do think first impressions matter. Even if it's just saying your name, it's a way to break the ice and make it easier to talk to each other later. We don't need to share everything about ourselves right now. Just a small step toward feeling like a team."
Hirata looked back at me, his expression softening. "Still, if you don't want to participate, that's fine. I respect that."
"Glad you can understand." I said before leaving the room.
God I hope other students leave the class right now or else this is gonna be the most embarrassing moment in life.
And quite to my surprise a lot of students left the class. I honestly wasn't expecting that. I was expecting maybe 5-6 but not like nearly half the class. I genuinely feel bad for Hirata now.
I could explore this school now that I think about it.
After the entrance ceremony was done, it was noon already. After we received some general information about the campus, the crowd dispersed.
Most students were heading towards the dormitories. I decided to go to the convenience store to buy something to eat.
While exploring the store for something to eat, I noticed two of my classmates—the black haired girl and the brown-haired boy—standing in front of the instant food section, deep in conversation.
"Hey, what do you think? Is this price high or low?" the boy asked, glancing at a noodle cup in his hand.
The girl furrowed her brow, clearly pondering the question. "Hmm. I'm not so sure—"
"It's low," I interjected, stepping closer and cutting her off.
They both turned to look at me, surprise flashing across their faces.
"Really?" the boy asked, curiosity evident in his tone. Well he does sound like a dead man but still.
"Yeah," I replied, casually picking up a noodle cup to examine the price tag. "At 156 yen, it's a decent deal for a quick meal. You'll find prices like this pretty common in convenience stores."
I took one of the noodle cup and put it in my basket.
"It's also G cup so it's quite good for its price." I said.
"Ayanokoji-kun. Were you thinking about something stupid just now?" she asked looking at the brown haired boy.
His name is Ayanokoji. I feel like I heard this name before.
G-cup? I looked at girl next to me. I understand what he is thinking.
"I was just wondering whether or not I should buy this. What do you think?" He said.
Nice save not gonna lie.
"Oh. Well, I suppose that's fine. Anyway, do you really think you should buy that? This school offers far healthier food options. Don't you think it's better to avoid eating junk?"
I leaned against the shelf, crossing my arms. "Come on, Ayanokoji. Sometimes a quick fix is just what you need after a long day. Besides, who says you can't enjoy a little junk food now and then?"
Ayanokoji raised an eyebrow, clearly considering my words. "You make a good point. A little indulgence isn't the end of the world, right?"
The girl let out a sigh, clearly unimpressed. "You two really don't get it, do you? Eating junk food might seem harmless now, but it can affect your focus and energy. You boys should be setting better examples for each other. I don't get how boys can eat such kind of foods."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh come on. It's not like we're eating junk food for every meal. It's just a little indulgence after a long day. You should try it sometime. Life's too short to be all about salads and strict diets."
Ayanokoji chimed in. "Maybe it's about moderation? A balance between healthy choices and a fun. After all, we need to enjoy ourselves too."
The girl crossed her arms, her expression a mix of disbelief and determination. "That's easy for you to say. You're both going to regret it later when you're struggling to focus in class or feeling sluggish. I just don't understand how you can prioritize junk food over your well-being."
"You make it sound like a crime to enjoy a cup of noodles."
"I am not saying that."
"You kinda are. Am I right Ayanokoji?"
"Uhm yes."
"Why am I even wasting my time arguing with you guys right now. Eat whatever you guys want."
"..." Me and Ayanokoji both looked at each other when she said that.
"Anyways what's your name?" I asked the black haired girl.
"Would there be a problem if I don't answer this." She said.
"Not really, it would just be shame for me to sit next to someone for three years without knowing her name."
"..."
"You know she said the same thing to me before you came to class earlier."
"The name is Horikita Suzune." Suzune huh? Quite a pretty name for a pretty girl.
"Well then I will take my leave." I told both of them.
I paid for my food at the cashier and left the store for the dormitory and my new home.
At the reception desk, I received a keycard for Room 420 and a handbook containing information about the dorm's rules, then boarded the elevator. I quickly flipped through the handbook, which only detailed the most basic things that we needed for our daily routines. The dates and times for garbage disposal were listed, as well as a notice about avoiding excessive noise.
Well that's suck because I am pretty sure I brought a punching bag with me. I also saw notes about not wasting water or electricity, and so on.
"So, they don't place restrictions on electricity or gas usage?"
Also sex was forbidden. However you could do it as long as you don't get caught or you could just pay to have the right for it.
My room was about eight tatami mats wide. Not bad too be honest. I hung my punching bag and starting unboxing the boxes that contained my belongings.
The end result wasn't that bad. I had my punching bag hanging up from the ceiling. I had my nintendo switch and my guitar. My drawing book was on the table.
I laid on the bed and looked up the ceiling.
"..." So this how it feels huh.
What a nice feeling!!
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