The moment the word "evaluation" was spoken, the tense atmosphere in Class D collapsed in an instant.
However, everyone interpreted the result differently.
Broadly speaking, they could be divided into three groups.
Those who thought, "We're already at rock bottom. No matter what, it can only go up from here."
Those who thought, "I don't know what'll happen, but wouldn't it be bad if we fail?"
And those who thought, "It's fine. Looks like there's still time."
The first group was led by Yamauchi.
The middle group was the gyaru girls.
The last group was Horikita Suzune.
"Phew, it's just changing the evaluation. It's not a big deal," Yamauchi Haruki said with relief, waving his hand. "Didn't the school already say we're trash? A few more points deducted won't matter."
"Anyway, we won't get expelled."
It didn't even sound like a hundred-point system. They had already lost over a hundred points, so what was a little more?
At worst, he'd just restrain himself a bit.
And if something unavoidable happened and he ended up late, well, that couldn't be helped, right?
"We should still be careful. It's an exam, you know."
"You scared me… it's just an evaluation."
"But evaluations will affect things later, right? Even if we move up to Class A, if our intermediate evaluations are bad…"
"Yeah…"
"Alright!" The class bell rang. Chabashira Sae straightened her expression and stopped giving them time to think. "Class is starting!"
She had deliberately taken half a period to let them think things through, hoping they'd understand what they were doing.
...
Class A had the most basic student discipline.
Class B had strong empathy, but still clearly understood the meaning of "class competition."
Class C went without saying—under violent rule, everyone kept silent about what they knew.
Only Class D was different.
Even after spending money together to buy information, they had no sense of secrecy at all.
After all, hadn't Class B and Class C already known ahead of time? Wasn't Class A already at the top?
With a hint of resentment, through one conversation after another in various forms,
Class D casually leaked everything that had happened in the classroom that morning.
"...God-tier," Asakusa Tetsu muttered with a strange expression.
Don't misunderstand—he wasn't talking about Class D.
He was talking about their homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae.
The reason Class D acted like this was simply because they had no core leader, so they let Yamauchi Haruki—who shouted the dumbest nonsense the loudest—guide their thinking.
Public opinion was like a weathervane, swaying with the wind.
As long as someone appeared who could pin Yamauchi and Ike down, Class D would instantly be upgraded from "unimaginably defective trash" to "ordinary useless trash like past Class Ds."
Truly worthy of being the White Room's greatest masterpiece.
She had accomplished what others couldn't.
But unlike that "masterpiece," Chabashira Sae was just plain bad.
Her words and actions contradicted each other. Her logic was reversed and chaotic. She probably didn't even know what she herself was doing.
She was obsessed with getting her class to Class A, yet at the same time gave up on everything because she thought it was impossible.
When she realized a possible joker card had been placed in the wrong class, she immediately dragged Ayanokōji out and told Horikita how amazing and strong he was.
Then she turned around and hid the correct exam scope in the midterm that could get students expelled.
Sure, you could say she thought Ayanokōji wouldn't try and wanted to force him.
But after threatening him with information about his father on the uninhabited island to make him act, she then leaked information to a double agent during the sports festival—without even giving a warning.
It was like she genuinely wanted to watch them fall flat on their faces.
It was impossible to understand.
Did she want them to reach Class A or not?
Knowing what kind of ridiculous stunts she'd pull in the future, her actions today suddenly became understandable.
She was just a pure "god-tier" mess.
Don't try to analyze her actions—there's no logic.
Don't think too hard about her words—she probably hasn't thought them through herself.
He had deliberately hidden key information in his diary.
Chabashira Sae deliberately used "evaluation" instead of "class points."
But he did it to stir things up.
What about her? She probably did it for comedy.
"Choosing to enroll here was the right decision," Asakusa Tetsu stretched and headed back to his dorm early. "You'd never see a show like this if you didn't enroll."
"It's way too hard to gather this many 'gods' outside."
Pulling out a chair, he sat down and took out his diary.
He already knew what he was going to write today.
[Good morning, Advanced Nurturing High School.
Yesterday's diary was a full thousand words, but today might be different.
Let me start with the conclusion.
I surrender.
I surrender with both hands and feet raised.
The reason isn't convenient to explain. In short, the recent atmosphere feels wrong, so I need to lie low for a while.
I'll still write a diary every day, but the content… probably won't be very exciting.
My lighter-chewing speed is faster than expected, but that's due to irresistible external forces, not my intention.
Only at times like this do I suddenly wonder why the school that chose me was this vocational school, and not the neighboring Shuchiin Academy.
If you think about it, Shuchiin has plenty of fun material too.
Like the instant-noodle business warfare master and the rich young lady photographer.
That's a masterpiece that will be passed down for generations.
Miss Shinomiya's line, "I want to become a photographer," still stays with me.
Unfortunately, I still chose this vocational school in the end.
It's a pity, but that's life. You always face all kinds of choices.
I don't have a time machine, and I can't take regret medicine. Since I'm already here, I might as well enjoy my school life.
Still… sigh. The longer I'm at this school, the more I feel the gap in talent.
You're born for this. You have talent. I can't compare.
I'm the type with no talent, who doesn't believe in fate and forces myself into it anyway, ends up neither full nor satisfied, stuck in an awkward position, miserable.
Watching you all succeed so easily every day, my fists turn red and my teeth almost shatter.
Jealous. So jealous.
I'm insanely envious.
Why am I not a member of Class D?
I really want to join Class D's big family, so no matter what I do, as long as I say I'm from Class D, everyone will look at me with understanding.
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