At first, I had planned not to attend ANHS, the Advanced Nurturing High School, but something changed my mind. I received a strange email that said:
Anonymous: Hello, dear Oborozuki Gen.
I just wanted to send you this, as it will be very important for your future at ANHS.
1 document attached.
P.S. You only need to log in to ANHS and follow the steps in the attached document.
When I opened the document and saw its title, which read
Classroom of the Elite
"Volume 1"
As I kept reading, I noticed it was narrating the story of ANHS from one person's perspective—could it be the future?
The first scene was on a bus heading to ANHS.
I didn't want to enroll in ANHS because it was hard to get in and, besides, I wouldn't see my family.
But now I understand...
I'll sign up even if I don't have genius potential; with this novel, I can make sure I get in.
{There's one month left until I start at ANHS.}
After spending a month reading this novel by an unknown author, which narrates Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's life inside ANHS, I was disappointed that it only covered the first three days on the deserted island, up to the beginning of Volume 3.
I waited for him to send me more about this story and tried to find out who sent it, but without any luck. I got annoyed when I realized I wouldn't be able to learn any more about how to succeed at ANHS, or about the potential of Ayanokouji, Horikita, and others.
When taking my exam and interview, I did my best to get into Class D, since the protagonist Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was there.
Now I wonder if all that information was actually true; at the time, I didn't pay it any attention because of the euphoria of the moment, and I memorized everything I could from the novel.
There's only one way to know, and that's to find out for myself.
As I was thinking all that, the bus to ANHS arrived, and I got on, looking for an available seat, which I found.
As soon as I sat down, I started thinking about what I had read in the novel and which path I should choose.
Should I try to motivate Ayanokouji to take control, do nothing, or create my own story?
But now wasn't the time to make that decision; at this very moment I had to pay attention to all the passengers to see if everything I'd read was real.
The only drawback is that the novel didn't come with illustrations, so I didn't know what they actually looked like; I only knew their names and had to imagine their appearances based on the information provided.
The most practical thing would be to identify Koenji; he'd be the easiest to find given his narcissism.
After a while, the bus was full of students and the occasional worker, but I didn't care—what mattered was that I'd confirmed the novel, or at least a small part of it, and I'd found that person.
A stocky, blond young man who was sitting in the priority seat.
All that was missing to fully confirm that this person is Koenji was the incident with the old woman who would board at the next stop.
And just like in the novel, an elderly woman got on the bus and couldn't find any free seats; at one point she should…
"Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer your seat?"
After hearing those words, I knew the novel now had a chance of becoming reality; the elderly woman standing before the now-known Koenji was helped by a young woman who appeared to be an office worker.
"Hey, you there, can't you see this old woman is having trouble standing?" said the young office worker.
She wanted Koenji to give up his seat, but I knew that wouldn't happen; I'd only give up my seat once Kushida showed up, so I could strike up a friendship with her, even if it was fake.
The clerk's voice echoed throughout the silent bus, drawing the attention of most of the people on board.
Just as I expected, Koenji began his speech, which touched on morality:
"That's a crazy question, ma'am," he said.
"Why should I give up my seat? There's no reason for me to do so."
"You're in a priority seat; it's natural to offer it to the elderly."
"I don't understand it. Priority seats are just that—priority seats—and I have no legal obligation to move. I, the one who is seated, am the one who decides whether to move or not. Am I supposed to give up my seat just because I'm young? Ha! That reasoning makes no sense."
He spoke as if he were superior, and perhaps he was, although in the first three volumes and from what I saw during the island exam, he hadn't done anything noteworthy other than tie for first place on the exams. But my intuition told me that Koenji is dangerous.
"I'm a healthy young man who certainly wouldn't find it uncomfortable to stand; anyway, standing uses more energy than sitting." So I have no intention of giving up my seat.
"Wh-what kind of attitude is that toward your superiors?" she declared.
"Superior?... Well, it's obvious that you and the old woman have lived more years than I have. There's no doubt about that. But the word "superior" implies that it's someone in a higher position. In addition, we have another problem. Even with our age difference, don't you think you have an impertinent and extremely rude attitude?"
"Wha-- You're a high school kid, right? You should be quiet and listen to what the adults tell you."
"It's okay, it doesn't matter..." the old woman murmured.
Everyone on the bus could hear everything they were saying and why they were fighting, but no one decided to do anything. I wonder why... possibly, upon hearing Koenji's logic, they all thought the same thing and decided not to act because they agreed with him.
"Apparently, the old woman is more perceptive than you, which is good. Also, I still haven't given up on Japanese society yet. Enjoy your remaining years."
After that, Koenji put on his headphones with a smile, but I didn't care anymore; now it was time for the "angel of Class D" to put on his act. And that's the only thing that matters to me now.
"Umm, I think the young lady is right."
said a girl with short, beige hair, who was good-looking but I wouldn't fall for her charms since I know her horrible personality.
"And the new challenger is a pretty girl? Who would have thought I'd have such good luck with the opposite sex." Koenji said.
"This poor woman looks like she has been suff--"
"Here, you can take my seat."
I said, interrupting Kushida, who was probably cursing me under her breath for ruining her moment to shine as a kind and generous girl in front of the students on the bus.
"I'm sorry for not acting sooner; I hope you'll forgive me."
After giving my seat to the elderly woman, I headed over to where Kushida was so I could introduce myself to her.
"Sorry to interrupt you, I didn't mean to; I just wanted to help," I said.
"Don't worry, I would have done the same if I'd managed to grab a seat," Kushida said, smiling and placing her hand on her head.
If I didn't know who she really is, I'd already have fallen in love with her, or who knows—you never know what the future holds. For now, though, I know what's in store for me at this school, and even if it's just for a few months, I have a huge advantage. And Kushida will be a key player: with her next level of social influence, I'll be able to convince everyone what this school is really about.
"Is something wrong? You seem lost in thoughts."
"Oh, sorry, it's a bad habit I have—when I overthink something, I sometimes drift off to another planet."
"Were you perhaps overthinking what I said? Or maybe you were imagining something else," Kushida said innocently.
"Were you perhaps overthinking what I said? Or maybe you were imagining something else," Kushida said innocently.
"Oh, no, no, I was just thinking about school. I'm really nervous since I didn't expect to get accepted, and I'm going in alone."
"It seems we're in the same boat; I also enrolled in this school on my own."
I wish her attitude wasn't fake; it's really nice to meet someone like that, and it's so easy to open up to a person like Kushida. It seems like the only one who's like that is Hirata, at least from what little I know of the novel.
"Let's be each other's first friends. My name is Kikyo Kushida."
"What a lovely name, Kushida-san. Mine is Oborozuki Gen; it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, extending my hand.
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I did this in a bit of a rush, or at least that's what I think.
I would like you to rate my work so that I can improve in the future.
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I would like you to add your opinions.
After the desert island exam, should I continue with the main plot or create my own story—that is, other special exams and new conflicts that don't exist in the original novel's plot?