On the beach.
School staff were setting up tents and a stage, and the students below had already divided into four teams.
Hikigaya stood in the middle of Class B with a helpless expression.
It seems Tokyo is different from Chiba.
In Chiba, they lined up according to birth dates, but Tokyo seems to lean more toward alphabetical order, or maybe all high schools are like this and he just didn't know.
In short.
He was forced to stand in the middle of Class B.
He didn't know the person in front of him, nor the person behind him. Fortunately, Class B's discipline was good and no one was chatting, so it wasn't too awkward for him.
If people started chatting from the front,
The sound would die out at his spot, then restart from behind him.
Whenever that happened,
He really felt like he wanted to die.
After the roll call was finished:
A burly teacher stepped onto the newly built stage.
"I believe many of you already recognize me."
"But just in case, I will introduce myself. I am the homeroom teacher for first-year Class A, Tomoya Mashima. You may call me Teacher Mashima."
Teacher Mashima spoke with a megaphone, his face solemn.
He looked like a rigorous and responsible good teacher, completely different from a certain other teacher.
I'm talking about you.
Teacher Hoshinomiya, who was playfully dodging the sunlight.
We are currently working!
Working!
Be a bit more serious!
"First of all!"
Teacher Mashima said through the megaphone: "I am glad everyone arrived here smoothly. However, on the other hand, it is very regrettable that one student is unable to participate due to illness."
There's always someone like that who can't participate because of sickness.
How pitiful.
Hikigaya felt secretly smug.
But then he thought something was wrong; the cruise trip had been announced half a month ago.
Setting aside other trips,
For a luxury trip like this, even if he were sick, he would crawl out of bed to participate, right?
Otherwise,
He might never have the chance to ride such a luxury cruise ship in his entire life.
The other person must be a "rich woman" to be able to give it up so easily!
"A rich woman..."
Hikigaya muttered to himself.
Oh, then it's fine.
A wage slave has no right to mock a rich woman.
"Now then—we will begin this year's first special exam."
"Eh, a special exam? What's going on?"
An inappropriate sound suddenly came from the right. Hikigaya glanced over; Class C and Class D had instantly fallen into a commotion.
Please, don't you guys feel the heat?
Can't you shut up and wait a moment to ask, so the teacher can finish up and let us leave.
"The exam period is one week, ending on the afternoon of August 7th. You will spend the next week living a group life on this deserted island. That is the content of the exam."
Fortunately, Teacher Mashima said coldly:
"At the start, the school will give each class two tents, two flashlights, a box of matches, and one toothbrush per person. Sunscreen and feminine hygiene products are unlimited; please apply to your respective homeroom teachers for those."
After all, compulsory education only goes up to junior high!
The school also bore all the costs, so there was no need to worry about the students' opinions.
"What?"
"Is this the so-called deserted island survival?"
"This is just absurd. I've never heard of something so ridiculous, right, Ike?"
"Exactly. Two tents can't sleep everyone. What about food? Teacher, I want to complain to the Ministry of Education!"
A small blonde-haired guy in Class D's area was making a huge fuss.
Hikigaya was stunned.
Are these people idiots?
The reason "wage slaves" are called wage slaves
is because they have been priced by capital; do they still think they have any right to choose?
We've already arrived at this deserted island.
Even if our kidneys were harvested and we were thrown into the sea, it wouldn't be surprising.
What's the use of making a big scene?
Besides, didn't everyone know from the start that this school has a national background?
Sure enough.
Class D's Sae Chabashira gave a long explanation.
To translate it simply:
Who do you think you are?
Of course, it wasn't that blunt, but the meaning was similar.
"As a premise for the exam,"
Teacher Mashima continued to explain: "The school will prepare 300 special points for each class. Use these points wisely, and it's possible for you to spend this exam as if you were on a trip. To that end, we have prepared a specialized guidebook."
"But the remaining special points will ultimately be added to the class points. How you choose is up to your own freedom."
The guidebook was passed from front to back.
Hikigaya took a brief look.
Everything from drinking water, tents, BBQ, portable toilets, to shower rooms could be bought with special points.
The last page listed the corresponding restrictions:
Those judged by the school to be unable to continue the exam due to physical illness: -30 points, and the candidate must withdraw from the exam.
Polluting the environment: -20 points.
Absence from the daily 8:00 AM and 8:00 PM roll calls: -5 points per person per occurrence.
Use of violence: The class's exam eligibility will be revoked.
After reading it.
Hikigaya passed the guidebook to the person behind him.
To be honest.
He felt that whatever happened was fine.
Spending all the points to have a grand feast would be no problem.
After all, he felt that rising to Class A was quite unimportant.
It would be best if he could graduate from Class A, but if not, so be it.
But Ichinose and the others
would likely lean toward saving, to increase class points and rise to Class A.
At that moment.
The staff put watches on each student.
Besides basic functions, they seemed to include body monitoring, waterproofing, GPS, and emergency calling features.
At least,
the school did a thorough job in this regard.
Well.
It's great that our kidneys won't be harvested.
As Teacher Mashima announced the dismissal, the Class B students gathered in a group. Hiki-Gaya stood outside the circle and pricked up his ears.
"Everyone."
Ichinose held the guidebook and said with some confusion: "I see the manual mentions an 'Ownership' mechanism. Teacher Hoshinomiya... Teacher? Teacher?"
The Class B students quickly looked around; they had accidentally lost their teacher.
Hikigaya, wearing his gym clothes, had a somewhat resentful look in his dead-fish eyes.
He stared intently at Class D, watching Chie Hoshinomiya, who was chatting with Sae Chabashira.
What is with this teacher?
She said she would watch him, yet she ran off first to catch up with a colleague?
Sae Chabashira and Chie Hoshinomiya's relationship is actually that good.
So that's the kind of benefit friends have.
This might be a slacking-off technique he could never learn!
How enviable...