Fuyuji Mikage sat in his seat, spacing out.
Sothing was poking at his back, prodding here and there. Probably a pen or sothing similar.
He ignored it. Once Morishita Ai got tired of it, she'd stop... would she really get tired of it?
For a mont, he wasn't so sure himself.
On the podium, a man in a crisp suit with a calm expression was explaining the school's rules. Written on the blackboard behind him in large chalk letters were the words "Mashima Tomonari."
A man like this, apparently the English teacher...
Aren't English teachers supposed to be beautiful won who are really good at makeup, never wear the sa outfit twice, and walk at the forefront of the fashion world?
Gazing at the sturdy, eloquent man on the podium, Fuyuji felt profound disappointnt.
"The general points regarding life at Advanced Nurturing are basically these. The rest, you will gradually beco familiar with later."
"If you still have questions about this part, you may consult the enrollnt handbook that was just distributed to you."
"Now, please turn on the phones that were just given to you and log into your accounts. The 100,000 personal points should have been deposited. If your points haven't arrived, please imdiately raise your hand to report it to ."
Amidst Mashima's lengthy discourse, Fuyuji's ears accurately picked up the figure of 100,000.
He straightened up a little in his seat, swiftly turned on his phone, casually brushed aside the hand of a certain soone behind him who was thoroughly enjoying a ga of poke-the-back, and swiped the screen.
[Na: Fuyuji Mikage
Student ID: S01T004788
Sex: Male
Assigned Class: Class 1-A
Personal Points: 100,000 pp]
After waiting a mont, no one in the class raised a hand, so Mashima continued his explanation: "In terms of purchasing power, one school point is equivalent to one yen outside. 100,000 personal points therefore equals 100,000 yen in the outside world. The daily necessities you need at school, als at the cafeteria, entertainnt expenses, and so on, all require paynt using points. As long as you want it, points can buy it."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a few faint exclamations rose involuntarily from the seats, but as if quickly realizing such behavior was inappropriate, they promptly quieted down.
100,000 yen, huh...
Fuyuji looked at the number on the screen and furrowed his brow.
"The points will be deposited on the first of every month."
His brow locked completely.
And it's monthly... Hey, hey, this school isn't planning to harvest his kidneys soday, is it?
Why not just hand out cash directly? Why specially create sothing like points? Does it have so special significance?
On the surface, Mashima explained the rules very clearly, but there was still sothing a little off in his phrasing. No, rather than off, it would be more accurate to say it was vague.
"The explanation of the school rules ends here. If you have questions, raise your hands to ask." As he spoke, Mashima scanned the classroom.
Along with Fuyuji, several students in the classroom raised their hands with a whoosh.
It seed he wasn't the only one who sensed sothing was amiss.
A faint smile on his face, Mashima casually pointed to one. "That student."
"Yes." A voice even deeper and more resonant than Mashima's rang out.
Fuyuji Mikage's eyes widened. This guy is supposed to be 15?!
The classmate who stood up had a gleaming bald head. The classroom's fluorescent lights shone upon it, their rays reflected with an impossibly smooth sheen, and Fuyuji's newly widened eyes were dazzled directly.
Crap! A sneak attack!
Fuyuji Mikage raised a hand to shield his eyes.
"Pfft..." A rciless mocking laugh ca from behind him.
That's enough! Morishita Ai, I've put up with you for a long ti!
Fuyuji twisted his head around, only to see Morishita's indifferent face.
Sothing wrong?
Morishita blinked her large eyes.
No...
Fuyuji Mikage turned back, helpless.
Matching the bald student's voice was his robust physique, though the impression he gave off was one of considerable steadiness.
"May I ask, teacher, what does the school require of us in exchange for these 100,000 personal points? Or rather, what goal must we achieve?" Clearly, he too did not believe the school would so readily give everyone 100,000 yen.
"This school asures students by their rit. Your successful enrollnt ans you possess corresponding value and potential. What you must do is continue to maintain that value."
Mashima's expression remained utterly unchanged, rigid like a robot, giving no clue as to what he was thinking.
Why did that explanation sound so awkward? Value? Potential? Was he hinting at sothing?
Among the other students in the class, so looked contemplative, so were bewildered, and others were completely indifferent.
"In that case, can personal points be exchanged for yen?"
"The school will reclaim the remaining points upon graduation, but prior to that, exchange is not possible."
The steady bald guy pondered for a mont. "I have no further questions."
Mashima nodded, signaling him to sit.
After the bald student's question, several other students successively lowered their hands. Only one hand remained raised high in the classroom.
Mashima nodded toward Fuyuji Mikage. "That student."
Fuyuji stood and got straight to the point. "Teacher, does your statent that 'points will be deposited on the first of every month' an that 100,000 personal points will be deposited into our accounts each month?"
Mashima paused for a mont. "Why would you think of that?" He clearly hadn't expected Fuyuji to ask this.
Following the flow of the earlier phrasing—100,000 personal points, deposited on the first of every month—it should have been a logical sequence.
Fuyuji stated bluntly, "Because you specifically singled out that phrase. Otherwise, you could have just said '100,000 points will be deposited every month' from the start."
Anyone who has written essays or read reports knows that the final line is the essence.
Mashima considered for a while, then replied ambiguously, "That depends on your value."
At these words, the mood in the class turned subtle. Building on that, if one thought about it, Mashima had actually already given them the answer. That is, it wouldn't be 100,000 personal points every month; that number would fluctuate.
"May I ask what the standard for evaluating value is?" An impatient student initiated a question directly from their seat.
"The school has a dedicated system for evaluating you. You will find out when the ti cos."
Had they reached the limit of what he'd reveal?
Mashima looked evasive, clearly unwilling to discuss it further. Realizing he could get nothing more out of him, Fuyuji thanked him and sat down on his own.
Distributing sothing called points as living expenses each month, without telling the students the evaluation criteria—actually, it made sense in a way. It was simply to prevent students from answering to a standard answer rubric.
But... was it really that simple?
He had looked up reports related to Advanced Nurturing. Information regarding its teaching model was exceedingly scarce. If it was really just this, wouldn't it be better to openly and boldly announce it?
"This school is quite strange, isn't it?"
"It is a bit—"
Fuyuji froze completely, then turned around helplessly.
Morishita was sitting upright in her seat, gaze fixed on the blackboard, her instrunt of cri already stowed away goodness knows where.
"Please pay attention in class and do not disrupt classroom discipline." Not looking sideways, like a model student earnestly listening to the lecture, her mouth uttered words only the two of them could hear.
"..."
Seriously, I'm such an idiot. Why did I turn around and fall for her trap?
"Pfft—"
Beside him, a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, wearing a headband, her flowing blonde hair drifting, was amused by this scene.
Covering the corner of her mouth with one hand, she extended the other toward Fuyuji and said softly, "I'm Shiraishi Asuka. Your na is?"
"I'm Fuyuji Mikage."
The two hands clasped together.
"Please take care of from now on." Shiraishi Asuka's eyes curved like crescent moons.
"Likewise."
...
Mashima saw that no one was raising their hand anymore.
"Since there are no more questions, the entrance orientation ends here. Rember to head to the school gymnasium for the entrance ceremony in one hour. The remaining ti is yours to use freely."
Having said that, Mashima took his lecture notes and left the classroom briskly and efficiently.
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