Exams!
The nightmare of students, the prized weapon of teachers. The utterly wicked thing used to asure students' academic levels and rank them accordingly.
"Today we will be conducting the end-of-month quiz. The students in the first row, pass the test papers back."
Mashima Tomonari was as stern and humorless as ever. After arriving in the classroom and distributing the stack of test papers, he seated himself upright at the podium.
Fuyuji Mikage let out a sorrowful cry in his heart. So this day has finally co, has it?
To think, back then, he had tied his hair to the rafters and jabbed his thigh with an awl to keep studying, living a miserable life of rising earlier than the rooster and sleeping later than the dog. He was just about to reach the peak of mastery, his examination skills honed to perfection.
Then, one month before the college entrance exams, the evil System delivered one blow and sent him straight to another world.
Back to the first year of high school!
Holy crap, how can a system be this evil?!
And it even abandoned its own host and ran off on its own. He couldn't even find the culprit to exact his revenge.
Every ti his thoughts reached this point, the flas of vengeance within Fuyuji Mikage's heart blazed fiercely.
Receiving the test paper, Fuyuji Mikage perford a routine check of the pages. The five main subjects were consolidated onto a single test paper, totaling one hundred points, with several questions for each subject.
Writing his na on the test paper, Fuyuji Mikage nodded in satisfaction. He clearly felt his handwriting was quite neat, so why did people always say his writing looked like chicken scratch?
First, he completed the subjects he knew: Mathematics and English.
These two subjects, in the final analysis, weren't drastically different from those in his previous life. The principles were the sa. As long as he could read Japanese, a little review would allow him to catch up.
Next were Social Studies and Science.
Social Studies tested geography, history, and politics. Although he didn't understand it all—especially Japanese history, of which he was utterly ignorant—Fuyuji Mikage, having undergone general studies education, could still manage to comprehend most of it.
anwhile, Science consisted of traditional science subjects like physics, biology, and chemistry. Though the focus differed slightly, the broad concepts were interconnected. Fuyuji Mikage actually completed this section more smoothly than Mathematics earlier.
As for the final subject: Japanese...
Fuyuji Mikage expressionlessly picked up the test paper that had been handed back.
It was hard to say whether Mashima-sensei simply had nothing to do or whether one should praise his diligence. The test papers collected just last period were already graded and handed back after only two periods.
Japanese Score: 9 points
Fuyuji Mikage silently turned over the side of the test paper containing Japanese and pressed it face-down onto the desk, not wanting to see it for the ti being.
This test paper was out of a total of 100 points, with each subject worth 20 points. Japanese: 9 points. Converted to a percentage scale... 45 percent.
Back in the day, even taking the test with my eyes closed, I wouldn't have scored just this little. Fuyuji Mikage thought, full of resentnt.
It's all that damn System's fault!
"This score... it suits you perfectly."
From behind him, Morishita Ai held her own test paper out in front of Fuyuji Mikage with both hands, rcilessly issuing mockery.
Japanese Score: 20 points
Fuyuji Mikage felt ntally exhausted and didn't want to speak to her.
Why is it that this woman, who clearly plays around every day, scored higher than ?!
A small, snow-white hand quietly reached over to the desktop and whisked away Fuyuji Mikage's test paper.
"Hmm..."
Shiraishi Asuka tapped her chin lightly with her finger, her gaze slowly sweeping over Fuyuji Mikage's test paper. Her eyes glistening with amusent, she smiled:
"This really doesn't look like a score Fuyuji-kun would get. And this handwriting... it's like an elentary schooler's..."
Fuyuji Mikage looked at Shiraishi Asuka in disbelief: "Why, even you..."
What happened to love at first sight?
"Fuyuji-kun, you're not good at classical literature, are you? To not have gotten a single point." Shiraishi Asuka continued to offer her observations, looking at Fuyuji Mikage's test paper.
Fuyuji Mikage let out a long sigh. "Forgive . I truly cannot make heads or tails of those classical auxiliary verbs."
The twelve conjugations of "nu": zu? ne? nu? nuru...
"Ba" could indicate supposition / reason / juxtaposition...
And then, classical Japanese was a combination of kanji and hiragana...
Put together, it was basically Morse code encrypted with hiragana!
While taking the exam, Fuyuji Mikage had even felt like tossing the paper aside and loudly demanding, "Do you dare to speak in human language?!"
"In that case... how about I help you with tutoring?" Shiraishi Asuka proposed.
"That... wouldn't that waste your ti?"
Fuyuji Mikage was sowhat tempted. Scoring a nine in Japanese was simply too humiliating. He had to wipe away this disgrace!
"Not at all. Because it's you..." Shiraishi Asuka gazed warmly at Fuyuji Mikage. For you... any amount of ti would be fine...
"When are you free, then?"
"Any ti is fine, as long as you're free." Shiraishi Asuka's eyebrows and eyes curved into crescents.
"..."
"Shiraishi-san, your attack power is way too high..." Fuyuji Mikage murmured.
"That's not right. It's Fuyuji-kun's attack power that's too high," Shiraishi Asuka gently corrected.
At that mont, Fuyuji Mikage felt as if he saw a pair of wings slowly unfurling behind Shiraishi Asuka's back.
There it was, the Great Angel of Class A!
"Yo, Fuyuji-san. I hear you only scored a nine in Japanese?" Just then, Hashimoto Masayoshi sidled over, pulling Fuyuji Mikage out of his hallucination.
"How co even you know about it?"
"It's not just . I'm afraid over half the class already knows." Hashimoto Masayoshi delivered an additional stab with a straight face.
"Do you people have nothing else to do?" Fuyuji Mikage felt grief and indignation. "You're all specifically keeping an eye on my test scores?"
"Also, is a nine in Japanese really that strange? I refuse to believe there isn't a second student in the whole class with a nine in Japanese." Fuyuji Mikage loudly refuted, turning his head to Kito Hayato. "Kito-san, what was your Japanese score? Tell ."
"Fifteen points."
On the face of the usually taciturn and reticent Kito Hayato, a faint, faint smile actually appeared.
"Damn it! I don't believe it! There must be other students in the class with scores similar to mine in Japanese." Fuyuji Mikage gnashed his teeth and banged the desk repeatedly.
In the upper right corner, a purple-haired girl's movents froze montarily upon hearing Fuyuji Mikage's words. She silently stuffed her own test paper into her drawer.
"Fuyuji-san, a nine in Japanese isn't what's strange. What's strange is that the person who scored a nine in Japanese is you." Hashimoto Masayoshi spoke with the attitude of soone who thrives on chaos and is never one to miss a spectacle.
Fuyuji Mikage, on the very first day of school, detected the existence of the school's S System, reminded his classmates to remain vigilant, and within just a few days successfully uncovered key intel on the S System, helping Class A further solidify its position.
Although he was a chuunibyou, occasionally went off the rails, was erratically absurd, his abilities were excellent, his looks handso, and his treatnt of others quite gentle—a conspicuous existence among the many students of Class A.
The above was the private assessnt of Fuyuji Mikage held by the majority of Class A students.
And then, suddenly one day, that sa Fuyuji Mikage scored a nine in Japanese. This was akin to encountering a muscular, fierce-looking tough guy wearing earphones and listening to music on the train. On the surface, he seed vicious and intimidating, but once you pulled out his earphones, you'd discover he was actually listening to Magical Girl...
"Um... Fuyuji-kun, do your best, okay." Yamamura Miki, the little wallflower who had been silent the entire ti, delivered the final blow.
Fuyuji Mikage could no longer muster the strength to argue. Pale and ashen, he sprawled across the desk like a salted fish stranded on shore.
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