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The next day arrived quickly.
Asher woke from a deep sleep, washed up, and sat down on the sofa.
Just as he was thinking about what he should do next, the sweet voice of the system spirit Kagura rang out beside his ear.
[Host, did you forget something?]
[In addition to providing housing, the system also provides a random identity setup]
"Oh, right."
"If you hadn't said anything, I really would've forgotten."
Only then did Asher react.
He immediately opened the system interface to check his identity settings.
But the moment he saw the background information assigned to him in this world, he let out a miserable cry.
"No way, system!"
"I've already freaking transmigrated, and you're still making me go to school?!"
Displayed on the system screen was Asher's identity in this world:
[Second-year student at a comprehensive high school, a transfer student from the Dragon Nation]
Faced with Asher's furious outburst, Kagura replied calmly, completely unfazed.
[Sorry, Host. Identity backgrounds are randomly generated. Even Kagura can't change them]
"…Fine."
Though frustrated, Asher couldn't really say anything else.
A high schooler it is, then.
Given his current physical age, the role actually fit him pretty well.
When he first transmigrated, Asher had already noticed something.
His body was still his own, but his appearance had reverted to how he looked as a teenager.
He hadn't paid much attention to it at the time.
But now it seemed clear that the system had planned this from the very beginning.
School it is.
Honestly, Asher was pretty curious about high schools in this country.
Were they really like in anime, where the campus was full of beautiful girls in JK uniforms, white stockings and black stockings everywhere?
With that thought in mind, Asher didn't hesitate anymore.
After a quick cleanup, he headed out toward the comprehensive high school.
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About half an hour later, Asher stood at the school gate.
It was already nine in the morning.
At this hour, classes at local high schools had long since started.
So there were no students lingering around the entrance.
After entering the campus, Asher followed the signboards and made his way toward the administrative building.
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Inside the principal's office.
"Director Yingzi, the students have all started classes."
"No one's coming in at this hour."
"Early in the morning, and I'm already fired up."
"Mmm… you're so bad~"
Indecent, suggestive sounds drifted out from inside the office.
When Asher reached the door, he found it slightly ajar, not locked.
He pushed it open and stepped inside.
"Ah—!"
A sharp scream rang out.
A woman in her thirties, dressed in a messy black-stockings OL outfit, came rushing out of the principal's office in a panic.
Left behind in the room were Asher, wide-eyed, and a pot-bellied middle-aged man with a receding hairline.
Thinking back on what he'd just witnessed, Asher felt a bit dazed.
Is this really a proper high school?
That woman looked like a grade director or something, didn't she?
And she was actually doing something that shady with the principal in broad daylight.
The awkward silence lasted for quite a while before a cough finally broke it.
"Ahem…"
The balding principal tugged at his tie, tidied his clothes a little, and then looked at Asher without the slightest hint of embarrassment.
"You must be Asher, right? The transfer student."
"You're here to register, yes? I'll contact your homeroom teacher right now and have her come take you over."
With that, the principal picked up the phone.
Normally, if a principal were caught doing something like this by a student, there would definitely be threats to keep it quiet.
But the balding principal didn't mention it at all.
There was a reason.
Comprehensive High was one of the top schools in the region, with strong faculty and deep connections.
And yet, despite the admissions season already being long over, a transfer student had suddenly been assigned.
Even the principal himself had no idea where this student came from.
Asher had appeared out of nowhere, without a single hint beforehand.
That alone meant this transfer student wasn't someone to mess with.
Having clawed his way to the position of principal, the balding man was extremely sharp.
In his eyes, Asher already carried a big label: "unknown background, do not provoke."
Since Asher didn't say anything, he naturally wouldn't bring it up either.
Some things didn't need to be said out loud.
"Hello, is this Ms. Hiratsuka?"
"The transfer student is here to report in. You can come pick him up now."
"Yes, understood, Principal."
After the call ended, it wasn't long before a female teacher in a white lab coat appeared in the office.
This teacher, named Hiratsuka, was anything but polite. She didn't even knock before walking in.
The moment she entered, her sharp eyes locked straight onto Asher.
"You're Asher, right? The transfer student?"
"From now on, I'm your homeroom teacher. Come with me."
After saying that, Hiratsuka-sensei turned around and walked off without a shred of courtesy.
Asher glanced at the balding principal, gave him a small nod, then followed her out.
Click.
As the office door shut behind them, the principal slumped back into his leather chair and let out a long breath of relief.
He lit a cigarette and pulled out a stack of printed documents.
The file contained Asher's information as a transfer student.
After staring at it for a while, the principal rubbed his temples with a headache.
"One Hiratsuka Shizuka was already more than enough trouble," he muttered. "Now there's another one named Asher."
"Whatever. They're in the same class anyway. Let them deal with each other."
With that, he put the file away and shoved it into a drawer.
On the other side of the building, Asher was walking down the hallway behind a teacher named Hiratsuka.
From her domineering presence and the way even the principal didn't dare cross her, Asher had already figured out what kind of person she was.
He hadn't expected that the system's randomly assigned student identity would land him in the class of the famous anime character known as the "Iron-Fist Leftover Woman," Hiratsuka Shizuka.
For a moment, he wasn't sure if this was just coincidence or the author's invisible hand at work.
As he was lost in thought, they were already approaching the classroom. Only then did Hiratsuka Shizuka turn back and speak.
"Oh, right. I should introduce myself. My name is Hiratsuka Shizuka. From today on, I'm your homeroom teacher."
"I don't care who you were before. Now that you're my student, you'll attend class properly and behave yourself. Got it? Otherwise…" She let out a dangerous little hum.
"And once we go inside, you'll give a self-introduction so everyone can get to know you."
"You may be a transfer student, but you'll be classmates for the next two years. I don't want my students hating each other."
Clearly, Hiratsuka's opinion of Asher was exactly the same as the principal's.
Asher didn't care at all. He shrugged and replied calmly, "Yeah, I understand."
"Hm? Call me Hiratsuka-sensei."
"Oh. Hiratsuka-sensei."
"....."