Chapter 8: There are also older single women in Class D
The boy's inner voice reached the audience clearly. Hearing his somewhat arrogant commentary, the students of Class D were furious.
Sudo: "What's wrong with this guy? He's never been in our class before—otherwise I'd have already given him a couple of punches."
He said it irritably, throwing a tantrum like an immature child.
Everyone saw Sudo's behavior, but there was nothing they could do to stop him. Even after six months together, Sudo's growth was minimal. Fortunately, there was someone in class who could rein him in.
Horikita Suzune shot Sudo a resentful glance and immediately calmed his volatile temper.
Even so, the class was unsettled. Why was this boy—someone they had never seen—now revealing their true faces and past foolish behavior one by one?
Who the hell is this guy?!
That question nagged at everyone in Class D.
After hearing Hikigaya's inner thoughts, the ever-kind Kushida Kikyo realized he had completely seen through her. In that instant, she could no longer maintain her friendly smile.
As long as he wished, he could expose anyone's true colors at any time. And there was no way to restrain him—because this person didn't even exist in their class.
Of course, Hikigaya had no interest in doing something so boring. He knew well that adding trouble to oneself was the stupidest human behavior. As long as it didn't happen around him or affect him, he wouldn't care.
Even if the class had a star, a two-faced person, or someone with ulterior motives—it had nothing to do with him.
Of course, being startled by that red-haired hedgehog did have a certain connection.
The boy tried to steady himself. The atmosphere was bad. You, Hedgehog Hair—doing that on purpose will make you the class enemy. Stay that unsociable and everyone will hate you.
Just as Hikigaya wondered if anyone would rescue him, the crisp sound of high heels came from the hallway.
A tall woman in a suit, ponytail high and eyes that seemed to see through everything, walked in step by step.
"Everyone, take your seats."
With a single sentence, everyone sat down. Only a teacher could command that kind of obedience.
By the way… are older single women that common in Japan? Why are they all so obsessed with being teachers? Go find a boyfriend already.
This ponytailed teacher reminded him of his Japanese teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka. He felt the same thing from this teacher as from Hiratsuka—probably… that she was single.
Shizuka Hiratsuka watched the narration expose Hikigaya's inner thoughts. It felt like a thousand blades stabbed into her chest. For the first time as a teacher, she wanted to kill her own student.
Yukinoshita Haruno, clearly enjoying the spectacle, said, "There, there, Shizuka senseiii. Independent women in the new era are awesome!"
I have a feeling Hiratsuka's about to cry. Hey, hey, wake up—your student's being a menace.
Meanwhile, Chabashira Sae, also watching the video, nearly spat her hot water. In all her years at Tokyo Koukou Ikusei High School, this was the first time she'd been called an "older, leftover woman" by a student.
Her hands trembled with anger, the ceramic cup threatening to shatter in the next moment.
Seeing this, Hoshinomiya Chie's gentle expression turned cold. "If you hadn't been obsessed with that damned man, we wouldn't have been teaching here for decades—and you wouldn't be called an older, leftover woman by your own student."
At the mention of that man, Chabashira became unusually calm. She gently set the cup down and deflected as always. "He is not my student…"
Those words sounded like she had no regrets.
The incident had passed. Although Hoshinomiya couldn't forgive it, she didn't want to continue the topic and turned her focus back to the video.
"At least, he is your student now."
Just then, Hikigaya felt a sharp gaze from his teacher, cutting off his thoughts.
"I'm the homeroom teacher of Class D, Chabashira Sae. There will be no class changes in this school. I will be your homeroom teacher until you graduate in three years."
Chabashira raised the documents in her hand and continued:
"First, I'll distribute the school information. Pass them from the front and back."
Looking at the document stamped Tokyo Koukou Ikusei High School, Hikigaya felt for a moment like he'd already entered the workforce.
It didn't feel like a school at all.
"This school has its own unique rules. First, it is fully enclosed. During term, students are restricted from leaving campus and from contacting the outside world. But don't worry—the school has various recreational and basic facilities to meet all your daily needs."
Hikigaya had already observed that when he entered. Everything the teacher said was also written in the student handbook.
Then Chabashira slowly took a smartphone from the file bag. Because the school is closed, even phones are issued by the school.
Purchases on campus must be made using points stored on the student ID.
"In this school, points can buy everything."
Points—are they everything? Apparently, points here are like currency in the outside world… or rather, they can buy things that money can't.
Hikigaya took out the issued phone, confirmed it was customized, and opened the points interface.
A huge number stared back at him—
100,000 points.