Nagazora, the trade hub of the Far East. It was a world-class metropolis that gathered the elites of the globe, one of the planet's most important centers of finance, economy, and technology . As a newly risen star, it was also a prime location for investment and development by major international corporations and consortiums .
When Evan first crossed over into this world, the name "Nagazora" felt familiar, but he couldn't quite place the source of that familiarity . If you can't figure something out, don't dwell on it. With a carefree shrug, Evan let it go . There were more pressing matters to attend to, like figuring out the role he was supposed to play [web-0]. After a quick self-assessment, he left his surprisingly luxurious student dormitory and made his way to a classroom in Tachikawa Academy . There, he listened to a teacher go over the usual new-semester admonitions while silently pondering his future .
On the way from his off-campus dorm to the school, Evan had seen numerous buildings brimming with futuristic technology . Even without knowing their specific functions, he was certain the tech level here was higher than in his previous world . In other words, he couldn't rely on his own, not-so-exaggerated knowledge to gain any special advantages .
As for a transmigrator's "golden finger," Evan did hear a strange electronic sound, like the clanking of something heavy, right after waking up . But that was it. Nothing had happened since .
Lost in thought, Evan didn't notice his classmates sneaking glances at him, nor did he realize the teacher at the front of the room had stopped her lengthy speech . Her eyes scanned the class before finally resting on Evan, a smile gracing her lips .
"Student Evan, would you be willing to serve as the class president?"
"Huh?"
Though his mind had been wandering, Evan heard the teacher's words loud and clear . Snapping back to reality, he looked up and met the young, beautiful teacher's gaze . Her eyes were practically overflowing with goodwill, leaving him utterly bewildered .
He was now in Class 1-A of Tachikawa Academy . The new semester had just begun, so none of the students knew each other, and the teacher's familiarity with them should have been minimal . It was impressive enough that she could match his name to his face . Evan couldn't understand why this teacher, whom he had just met, would want to give him such an important position .
As a transmigrator with a solid base of knowledge, Evan was confident he could become a top student, but he hadn't done anything to prove it yet .
"Student Evan, would you be willing to serve as the class president?"
Perhaps thinking he hadn't heard her, the female teacher repeated herself . A teacher would normally reprimand a student for daydreaming, yet her voice was incredibly gentle—even softer than before .
The teacher's suspicious attitude didn't make Evan let his guard down . He stood up dutifully like any student who had been called upon .
"Normally, shouldn't a position like class president be decided by a class vote?" he asked, confused .
Hearing this, the teacher smiled and turned to the rest of the class .
"That's right. So, classmates, does anyone object to Evan serving as class president?"
"None~"
A chorus of sweet, melodic female voices rang out, each with a different emotional inflection . Hearing them, Evan finally noticed an anomaly he had previously overlooked [web-0].
"See, Evan? No one objects," the teacher said with a grin . "As the only boy in the class, the position of president can only be yours."
In a class of over thirty students, Evan was the only male .
Had he been sent to an all-girls school?
Staring at the gallery of chirping, smiling girls, Evan was speechless for a moment before nodding .
"Alright."
In Evan's experience, it was possible for some university majors to have only one male student in a class full of girls . But besides the pleasure of being surrounded by beauties, that lone male often had to shoulder many burdens—any physical labor fell to him, and he was obligated to participate in sports meets . There was a long list of such duties .
Having become president by the unanimous will of the class, Evan prepared himself for a busy school life . The reality, however, was the exact opposite . He wasn't assigned any work at all . Even the school uniforms, which students were supposed to pick up from a designated location, were delivered to him personally by a female classmate . This kind of treatment, like the moon surrounded by stars, left him speechless . Had he come to a world with an extreme shortage of men? The way these students looked at him was a little unsettling .
During the break between classes, Evan pretended not to notice the students secretly watching him . Feigning nonchalance, he casually asked about the number of boys in the school .
"The number of boys? So far, I only know that our class has you, President," a sweet-looking girl replied [web-0]. "The students in other classes are super envious. But President, you can't let them snatch you away! Other than using the restroom, we'll take care of everything for you. Please do not leave the classroom and our protective range unless absolutely necessary."
Evan was stunned by the predatory words coming from such a cute face .
"...As president, shouldn't I at least do things like collecting homework?"
"No need! After collecting homework, you have to take it to the teacher's office. What if some deviant ambushes and kidnaps you on the way? Please, President, just stay safe in your seat. If you want to show your value, your mere presence in this classroom gives everyone a super buff that increases our learning efficiency tenfold!"
The surrounding students all nodded in fervent agreement . Seeing their expressions, Evan began to have his suspicions .
Could this be a doujinshi world? As the sole, or extremely rare, male, was he fated to be fought over by countless women, or even become a tool for procreation? [web-0]
Hiss... Just thinking about it was a little exciting .