Class Group Chat · First-Year Class D Boys' Group
Yamauchi Haruki: It's 07:44 right now, I'm on my way to class!
Ike Kanji: You're actually on time with me and not skipping class? The probability of that is lower than winning the lottery.
Yamauchi Haruki: Hehe, you know.
Ike Kanji: Wait... don't tell me... you're also this enthusiastic just to see girls in swimsuits?
Yamauchi Haruki: High five. You know me, Kanji!
Hirata Yosuke: Although the motive isn't entirely pure... it's always good to be on time for school, but your attendance records this week...
Yamauchi Haruki: Whatever, the teacher doesn't care anyway. Why are you worrying so much?
Akira silently put down his phone and sighed.
These guys are truly carefree.
A week had already passed since school started, but they were completely unaware of the hidden point deduction rules on campus, still chattering like happy little sparrows about the upcoming swimming class.
In this week, he had witnessed over fifty disciplinary infractions: late arrivals, skipping class, whispering, secretly playing on phones...
In the early days of school, Ike was still a normal student, but ever since he started hanging out with Yamauchi, he gradually became a frequent class-skipper and, unknowingly, one of Kushida's many followers, circling behind her like a monkey in heat.
This indeed confirmed the ancient saying—'He who touches pitch shall be defiled.'
Akira saw all of this but also understood that he had no standing to interfere with others' choices of friends.
After all, they were just classmates.
Just then, a crisp notification sound rang in his mind.
Ding~ Today's intelligence has been updated.
[Intelligence 1: School authorities will tally each class's class points at the end of each month.]
[Intelligence 2: Class point standings after the first month of school: Class A 940 points | Class B 650 points | Class C 490 points | Class D 0 points.]
[Intelligence 3: Kushida Kikyo's way of venting emotions is to kick doors and curse people.]
He was instantly stunned. The value of these three pieces of information far exceeded his expectations, especially the second one—that glaring number hit his retina like a heavy punch.
'Zero points? Class D is... zero?'
"Heh..."
A sarcastic arc pulled at Akira's lips, and he suddenly let out a low laugh.
There was no joy or surprise in his laughter, only a cold amusement at the absurd reality.
What he could manage to not get angry about was this.
"I knew this class was screwed... I just didn't expect it to be this bad."
Even the most pessimistic prediction should have a baseline score—like a primary school student taking the college entrance exam, guessing a few multiple-choice questions would at least get a single-digit score.
But zero points? This meant that Class D not only had no achievements but had likely triggered all possible deductions.
'Could it be that they had no points left to deduct, which is why they got 0 points?'
At this moment, Akira clearly felt something collapsing—not the dignity of Class D, but the disillusionment of his last sliver of hopeful expectation for this class.
'Sure enough... this class is beyond saving.'
This conclusion was like a cold blade, decisively severing his last trace of hesitation.
In fact, from the very beginning, he had not held any expectations for this class, and now this information merely laid the cruel reality bare before him.
If this grading system had more tiers, they probably wouldn't even qualify as Class D, only to be categorized into the even lower Class E, Class F.
'The gap with Class C is a full 490 points...'
This reminded him of the college entrance exam, where a single point difference could separate a whole stadium's worth of people.
And now, spanning between Class D and Class C were 490 such "stadiums"—this was no longer just a gap, but an almost impossible chasm to cross.
Akira's current situation was like being forcibly put into a project team on the verge of disbanding.
The old-timers in the team were either scrolling through short videos at their workstations or clock-watching for quitting time.
At the monthly performance reviews, this team always ended up at the bottom for attendance and failed to meet KPIs, thus receiving no bonuses.
As a newcomer, he clearly saw this dead end but was bound by his contract and unable to withdraw.
He could only secretly take on private work, struggling to maintain basic survival in the cracks.
Not only were Yamauchi and Ike often late and absent, but even Karuizawa's group of gyaru friends frequently played on their phones during class.
It could be said that nearly half of the students in the entire class had violated school rules at some point.
'The third piece of information! So Kushida was lying? Her way of de-stressing is to kick doors and curse people?'
Akira was not surprised by this. He had long known that she was two-faced.
After all, no one is perfect, and everyone needs an outlet to vent their emotions.
If negative emotions are constantly suppressed, it can easily lead to illness.
Akira himself was not a perfect person. At this moment, upon learning that Class D had zero points, he instantly felt a bit gloomy.
The classroom quickly became lively.
Yamauchi and Ike burst in, eagerly discussing pool activities, their voices loud enough to carry into the corridor.
They were quickly joined by seven or eight boys, gathered around a laptop opened by the glasses-wearing boy referred to as "Doctor."
"Hey, hey, I bet Sakura-san is at least a D!"
"What are you talking about, it's definitely an E! I'll put 500 points on it!"
"For Kushida-san, it must be a D, right?"
Amidst the rising and falling lewd laughter, they even seriously drew up an odds table, completely oblivious to the disgusted glances from the girls around them.
After a week of settling in, Class D gradually formed a few core figures.
First and foremost was Hirata—with his outstanding looks, excellent social skills, and gentle approach to matters, he earned widespread recognition.
Another was Kushida. This girl was known for her infectious, cheerful smile and was always keenly aware of everyone's emotional fluctuations.
She had not yet arrived—otherwise, those boys wouldn't dare discuss her so brazenly.
Hirata was already in the classroom, conversing with a few classmates.
Noticing the commotion in the corner, he frowned slightly, then walked with steady steps toward the group of boys.
"Everyone," his voice was gentle yet firm, "there are girls present in the classroom. This kind of bet isn't really appropriate."
"Ah... it's Hirata-kun."
"Got it, got it."
The boys sheepishly dispersed.
As a leader in the class, Hirata's words carried weight.
However, Yamauchi and Ike remained standing, their faces full of defiance.
Hirata maintained his gentle smile and cleverly changed the subject. "Instead of doing this, how about finding a girlfriend?"
"A girlfriend?" Yamauchi suddenly raised his voice, then lowered it conspiratorially. "Speaking of which... Sakura-san confessed to me." His voice was just loud enough for everyone around to hear.
"What?!" Ike's eyes widened exaggeratedly. "That Sakura-san who always wears glasses?"
Hirata paused, his gaze sweeping over Sakura's empty seat, the smile on his lips slowly freezing.
He weighed how to handle this situation—although Yamauchi was clearly spouting nonsense, it was difficult to expose him on the spot when the person in question wasn't present.
Just then, a harsh scraping sound of a chair suddenly echoed from the back of the classroom.
"Are you sure?"
Akira suddenly stood up, his gaze coldly sweeping over Yamauchi and Ike.
Yamauchi's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his face instantly turning pale.
"Cough, cough... I must have gotten it wrong! It was another girl with glasses from the next class!"
Like a rabbit targeted by a beast, he frantically scurried back to his seat.
Ike's reaction was slightly calmer, but he too froze the moment he met Akira's gaze.
He awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth, eventually retreating to his own spot in silence.
'Shimizu-kun from the boxing club... last time at the entrance ceremony, Yamauchi-kun said something he shouldn't have and almost got beaten up by him. It seems he's finally learned his lesson this time.'
'Is this Shimizu-kun's way of solving problems?'
Hirata looked thoughtful, then shot Akira a grateful look.