Real teaching, but diary flow

“You can continue your argument later. I also have something very regrettable to tell you.”

With a snap, Chabashira Sae stuck a piece of paper onto the blackboard.

Name, and numbers.

It's the result of the exam.

"That's great. If this were a formal test, seven people would have to be expelled so early in the semester."

We just received the 'good news' at midnight, and now even better news is right around the corner.

'Drop out'.

Chabashira Sae casually stated her reason with incredibly sarcastic words.

The school stipulates that students who fail either the midterm or final exams must be expelled.

As for the passing grade, it's not based on 60, but rather on the class average. Half of that average is the passing grade.

The chaotic emotions threw Class D into complete disarray, and one piece of good news after another shattered their dreams.

The students wanted to question; the students wanted to struggle.

But when Chabashira Sae's cold gaze swept over them, the students who wanted to step forward shrank back.

"There are still three weeks until the midterm exams. If you want to stay at this school, you need to think carefully about how to avoid failing and how to get through the exams."

Leaving behind those words, Chabashira Sachi disappeared through the doorway.

"..."

"..."

A long, deathly silence spread through Class D.

Immediately afterwards, almost everyone turned their heads and looked at Haruki Yamauchi.

Just like in a horror movie where someone suddenly turns their head and stares at you, their icy gazes are fixed on you.

"Hey, speaking of which, isn't Yamauchi the one who skips the most classes?"

"And it was Yamauchi who first started talking and playing on his phone."

“I remember he skipped class to hang out with Ryuen from Class C.”

"Furthermore, didn't he mention earlier that Longyuan gave him 50,000?"

One after another, the students in the class, for some reason, suddenly seemed to have reached a consensus and began to arrive at the same conclusion.

"Why should we live without a single penny, while Yamauchi can continue to live a carefree life with 50,000 yen given to him by other classes?"

The students' gazes were like sharp needles piercing Haruki Yamauchi, and the classroom fell silent for a moment after those words.

As if realizing what was about to happen, Yamauchi's face quickly turned red.

He suddenly stood up, the chair behind him scraping loudly on the floor.

"Hey! What do you mean by this?!" His voice grew louder, and he pointed randomly around, but he couldn't pinpoint any target.

Because everyone is his target at this moment.

"It was a mistake we all made together, so why am I the only one being targeted?!"

"Kanji, didn't Kanji skip class too?!" Instinctively, he turned to point at his 'good friend,' but quickly realized something was wrong when he saw the incredulous look in Kanji's eyes. He immediately turned around and called out to the others, "Kikyo, didn't Kikyo skip class too?!"

"Hondo! Miyamoto! Sotomura! Aren't you guys always late too?!"

"Sato and Shinohara, don't stand idly by! Aren't you the ones who love talking in class the most?!"

"Karuizawa too!!! He's with Hirata all day long, there's definitely something going on between them! That'll definitely cost him a lot of points!!!"

"And shouldn't the biggest problem be with Koenji?!"

As if trying to shirk all responsibility, Haruki Yamauchi pointed randomly everywhere, attempting to distract his classmates.

"Because you're the worst!" Shinohara Satsuki, whose name he had called out, stood up and shouted, "It's you who keeps saying 'It doesn't matter if points are deducted'!"

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't have relaxed so easily.

It is precisely because they think that since he has already gone this far, it doesn't matter if they are attacked more often, that they become lax.

"I...I wanted to concentrate on the lesson too..." Perhaps because she felt someone was on her side, a girl defended herself with a tearful voice, "But Yamauchi was always making a racket over there, I couldn't calm down at all..."

"Huh?" Yamauchi's features contorted. "What do you mean you wanted to attend class properly? How could this be my fault!"

"Isn't it all your own fault?!"

"Even if you don't have a single penny, it's still your own fault!"

"—" These words were like lighting a bomb fuse. In an instant, the boys' emotions exploded. They stood up abruptly and stretched out their hands toward the mountain enclosure: "Hand over the money that Longyuan gave us! That money should have been ours to pay for it!"

Chapter 57 This is the explanation

Pushing, crowding, beating, resisting, screaming.

Chaos abounds.

Maya Sato could only stare blankly as all of this happened in the classroom, unable to say a word.

She should say something.

Tell them to stop, tell them to stop, and say that doing so won't change anything.

They say it has nothing to do with me, that I didn't do anything, that I'm innocent, and that I shouldn't be judged like this.

Or should we blame the other classes for not speaking up and reminding them, and criticize Asakusa Tetsu for not telling her anything when he should have known something?

"..."

She had no right to ask others to do anything, and Asakusa Tetsu had no need to remind her of anything.

Although they were called friends, their relationship was merely that of 'superficial friends' who could only exchange a few words casually.

In a competitive environment where only Class A can graduate, it would be rare to expect someone from another class to lend a hand, right?

So she did nothing, she just watched.

Just like most people around him.

"—Enough!" Hirata Yosuke's face was extremely gloomy. He shouted in a low voice, raising his hand to press on the shoulder of the boy who was wrestling with Yamauchi Haruki: "Stop it."

The icy voice and the grip that made one's shoulder ache were the most effective way to sober up, quickly calming the other person's anger towards Yamauchi Haruki like a bucket of cold water poured over their head.

After pulling the other person away, Hirata Yosuke took a deep breath, put away the gloomy expression on his face, and forced a smile.

He looked down at Haruki Yamauchi, who was covered in wounds but still desperately protecting his terminal.

Then he stretched out his hand.

"Yanchi-kun, come here." With a gentle voice that seemed out of place in the current D-class environment, and a voice so tender that it could make one's heart skip a beat compared to the smile on his face, he pulled Yamauchi Haruki up from the ground.

Hirata Yosuke brushed the dust off his clothes and turned his head away.

"Now, stop any accusations against Yamauchi."

His tone was unquestionable.

"Then, let's think about what to do next."

For the first time, in this high school, Hirata Yosuke felt a surge of desire to control everything.

"..."

“...Hira, Hirata-kun is right, we should calm down..." Wang Meiyu said in a very low voice, agreeing with him.

Karuizawa Kei immediately snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Just listen to Hirata-san."

"I believe he will lead us to a solution, won't he?"

"Besides, arguing now won't do any good..." The boy, whether it was Miyake or Shinmura, muttered.

And then, the commotion suddenly stopped.

Everyone seemed to be planning to calm down and have a proper talk.

...except for Haruki Yamauchi, who was very dissatisfied with being protected.

"Horikita! What is Horikita doing!" he shouted loudly behind Hirata Yosuke. "It's all her fault!"

"She clearly knew everything! She was the one who told us about the special exam, wasn't she?! No matter how you look at it, she's more like the mole than me!!!"

Horikita Suzune had been lying there since the start of class in the morning.

Do nothing, say nothing.

He usually pretends to be a good student and listens attentively in class all day long, but today he's lying there sleeping as if he doesn't care at all.

There's definitely something wrong with this, there's definitely something wrong with this!

Even if there is no problem, there must be a problem!

“…” Hirata glanced back at the shouting Yamauchi, sighed, and walked over to Horikita’s table.

He tapped Horikita's desk lightly: "Horikita-kun, you should explain again."

"Everyone needs an explanation."

Horikita Suzune: "..."

What kind of explanation is this...?

Horikita Suzune raised her head listlessly.

She didn't fall asleep at all.

How could I possibly fall asleep?

My head is a complete mess again. I had auditory hallucinations this morning, and just now it was an incredibly noisy and chaotic mess.

It's impossible for me to fall asleep.

She lay prone simply to cover her face with her arms, mimicking an ostrich for a sense of security.

But as it turns out, even if you bury your head in the ground, someone will still forcefully pull you out.

Just like it is now.

Ugh, this is really unbearable.

Why do I have to drown here with them?

For no apparent reason, Horikita Suzune had this thought.

At the same time, I remembered the diary's evaluation of Class D.

The class with the most outstanding individuals is D class. As long as you tell everyone that you are from D class, whatever you do will be understood.

The worst, the most awful... hell.

The more you try to struggle, the more you try to climb out, the more people around you will grab your feet with one hand each, making it difficult to climb even half a step further.

And so, a thought that had once flashed through her mind resurfaced.

Twenty million.

With 20 million personal points, she can transfer to Class A.

With 20 million, she wouldn't have to endure this quagmire-like environment anymore.

With just 20 million, she could get to where she belongs.

...As long as there are 20 million.

Haha, twenty million.

Let alone 20 million, she doesn't even have 20,000 right now.

To verify the accuracy of the information in the diary, she spent 35,000 yen on Chabashira Sae. Although she tried to save as much money as possible on her daily expenses, she had to set aside some money to buy kitchenware if she wanted to save as much as possible by cooking in her dormitory.

Although she needed to save money, it was even worse if she ate poorly and had an unbalanced diet. Before long, she had almost no money left.

Saving up 20 million is simply a pipe dream.

Even so, the feeling of being constantly pulled down like this... is disgusting.

"I have nothing to say to you." She stood up unsteadily, rubbing her eyes, which were a little blurry from being pressed down for too long.