[Capital, you've won…
I write my diary almost every day, but my Magnetic Field Rotation still hasn't come. I don't know if someone's plotting against me behind the scenes. Maybe I offended someone. Maybe I touched someone's cake, cheese, ice cream, fried pastry, hamburger, cola, fries, fried chicken, stinky tofu, cured meat, white-cut chicken, stir-fried tripe, fish-flavored pork, roast lamb, hot dry noodles, beggar's chicken, blanched shrimp, boiled cabbage…
Cough cough, sorry, I touched too many things by accident.
Anyway, I suspect the cake just went back to the cake, so cake cake cake cake cake—
"Hello, I'm cake."
Sigh. Another diary-induced mental breakdown.
Why did I even come to Advanced Nurturing High School to write diaries?
Oh, right. I didn't choose it.
Never mind, then.
Back to the point. Today is a long diary at last!
The reason is simple—something huge is about to happen.
I've already witnessed the resolve of the weirdos. I even reminded Little Sister.
But if they can't be carried, they just can't be carried.
You guys are amazing, seriously. You actually managed to hide this from forty weirdos for a whole month!
You're all this (thumbs up)!
Class C having Ryūen and keeping things under control isn't surprising.
Class A and D barely interact, so they wouldn't talk about it.
But Class B… no one really stuck their nose in.
You're all incredible. Only like this can the miracle—destined to happen after many twists—finally be born!
Cheer! Celebrate!
Applaud for the most powerful, invincible Masterpiece in the history of Advanced Nurturing High School, leading Class D!
Lord Yamauchi shall ascend his rightful throne!
Even if no one bows beneath it.
It doesn't matter.
A throne is still a throne.
A Masterpiece is still a Masterpiece.
No one can question Lord Yamauchi's strength!!!
Time will prove everything.
Tomorrow is the day Lord Yamauchi reaches the summit.
All you slanderers will realize how wrong you were!
Especially you! Little Sister!
Hmph! You dare oppose Lord Yamauchi and try to expose the truth to his subjects?
Dream on!
Lord Yamauchi plans everything.
Lord Yamauchi shall reign forever!
Anyone who dares resist him will be crushed like thunder!
Do you understand what I mean?
Of course, this isn't just Lord Yamauchi's effort.
His lackey Ryūen worked hard too.
But no matter what, without the Masterpiece, it would never have reached this stage.
Ah, it really wasn't a waste for me to lie low for so long.
Just thinking about seeing that bright, shiny zero on Class D's class points tomorrow makes me laugh.
Actually, it's not like no one could stop this miracle.
If the Little Princess wanted, she could tell Lord Yamauchi the truth anytime.
As long as she scared him before Ryūen tricked him into signing the contract, he'd probably run.
Even if he signed it, that kind of contract probably wouldn't be recognized by the school.
But ALICE is really a civil-war god.
I suspect she never wanted Class A to do well.
Forget reminding Yamauchi—she didn't even warn the bald guy.
What a waste of Class A's huge advantage.
If Little Sister were smarter, she might've noticed something too, but…
Sigh.
I don't even know what to say about you.
When I told you to stay away from Yamauchi, I didn't mean ignore his existence.
Why did you just completely overlook him?
Forget it. At this point, it's already irreversible!
The only pity is—
This wave won't let Class B jump straight to Class A, will it?
Wouldn't that be a bit boring?
Alright, that's it for today's diary. Here's the summary:
Lord Yamauchi goes god mode.
Lackey Ryūen runs at full speed.
The special exam deductions are actually class points.
Monthly payments are distributed at a 1:100 ratio based on class points.
Which means—
Tomorrow, Class D will receive zero points!
Amazing.
It really wasn't a waste to wait patiently for a whole month!]
"...Huh?"
The long diary, after a month of silence, refreshed before Kushida Kikyo's eyes.
At first, she was calm.
After all, aside from exposing her on the first day, the diary hadn't affected her life much.
If it stayed this peaceful, all she needed to do was find a way to get Horikita expelled.
These days, she had been doing everything she could to get closer to classmates and even students from other classes.
With her incredible friendliness, her friends list kept growing.
She replied to almost everyone's messages.
She even acted as their emotional trash can.
Honestly?
She was sick of it.
Listening to everyone's negativity every day was making her negative too.
But this was her own choice.
She had learned back in middle school what gaining others' trust really meant.
So she never thought of giving it up.
Still, she needed a way to relieve stress.
A place to dump all the negative emotions piled onto her.
In middle school, she had used anonymous message boards.
But those were risky.
And in fact, her exposure there was what ruined her middle school life.
She wouldn't repeat that mistake.
So she couldn't use anonymous boards anymore.
Talking to others?
People couldn't be trusted.
They trusted her now only because of her surface image.
Once they knew her true self, no one would believe her.
Yelling into some empty corner as a vent?
She had tried that at first.
Empty classrooms, rooftops at night, deserted corners—there were plenty.
But she gave up.
Because "deserted" didn't mean "safe."
There was always a chance of being exposed.
Did she really have to become some kind of Violet Star Emperor just to relieve stress?
While she was troubled by this, the diary reminded "Little Sister."
And she finally understood.
The "low-end Yukino" the diary had been roasting was Horikita Suzune.
Her interest immediately spiked.
She had tried for days to get close to Horikita and failed.
She hadn't even confirmed whether Horikita remembered that they went to the same middle school.
Yet the diary had already exposed her past?
No wonder Horikita wasn't afraid of being discovered.
She had already been exposed once.
The only problem was—
Since then, the diary had only written trivial daily nonsense.
It was hard to say why.
It stopped roasting Horikita.
But the resentment in Kushida's heart still needed an outlet.
Naturally, she turned her gaze toward the diary itself.
…Say, could I write something too?
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