10 Transfer studen (1/2)

School was a stage.

Kazufuru Ooike inspected his appearance and clothing one last time and gave a practiced smile in front of the mirror before he left home.

Compared to those ordinary folks who wasted their valuable youth, he discovered the true nature of school life early on, and he dressed smartly every day in order to spend each day at school perfectly.

Just like an actor on stage, he would show off his dazzling appearance, graceful elegance, and eloquent communication, thus giving the audience a deep impression as well as raising his own fame and status.

As for finding yourself? Youth? Enjoyment? Haha, they were the shallow ideals of foolish and ordinary people who understood nothing about reality. The future was just a hazy fog to them—what else could they do besides wasting their time here?

Kazufuru Ooike saw reality for what it was long ago and had made detailed plans for his own future. To him, school was the prelude and stepping stone to society, and he intended to stand at the top of this comparatively simple enclosed society in order to have a head start when he entered society for real.

Naturally, an excellent impression and outstanding grades were necessary. The next step was to obtain a position in the student council. However, his highest goal was… an exceptional partner!

And who could match the student council president, Natsuya Yoruhana?

As he walked into the school and sighted her feminine figure, the corners of Kazufuru Ooike’s mouth arced upwards, and he went over to greet her familiarly.

”Secretary Ooike and President Yoruhana… the sight of them together is just like a painting…”

”Both of them have top-class grades and appearance, and they’re both elites that entered the student council as freshman students—they’re just too perfect!”

”Are they really not going out with each other?”

Listening to the whispers around him, a sense of pride welled up in Kazufuru Ooike’s heart, but he carefully hid his feelings, remaining impassive as he continued his conversation with Natsuya.

Most people in school knew that Natsuya Yoruhana was from a rich and powerful family, but they didn’t know the full extent of her family’s wealth.

However, Kazufuru Ooike was different. Although all his knowledge came from browsing the internet, that alone was quite shocking.

He didn’t understand why a lady of her level was studying at Genhana High School. Doubtlessly, this was an incredible chance for him—maybe even an once-in-a-lifetime chance!

As long as he succeeded in gaining her affection, he could reduce the number of years where he had to work hard by at least thirty years!

Almost every student at school recognized the two of them as a perfect couple, and based on the president’s attitude towards him, Kazufuru Ooike also believed that.

Until today.

”That person will transfer into your class today, so please take good care of him, Ooike-kun.”

Natsuya Yoruhana’s sentence as she smiled stirred dark emotions within Kazufuru Ooike’s heart, but of course he didn’t allow it to show.

”I will.”

Seigo Harano.

This was the name that gave Kazufuru Ooike the deepest impression recently, because in order to allow him to transfer to Genhana High School, Natsuya Yoruhana even went to the extent of using her family’s connections.

As a student council member, he also helped with part of the process and saw the picture on the documents.

Seigo Harano was a good-looking handsome boy.

This caused Kazufuru Ooike to feel a sense of danger.

The picture could have been doctored; perhaps the real person wasn’t as handsome in real life. He could only silently console himself this way.

Year 1, Class 5.

When Ooike entered the classroom, he found that the new transfer student who was about to arrive had become the hot topic of class.

”I heard the new student is a boy—it’ll be nice if he’s handsome!”

”Eh, it isn’t a girl?”

”I wonder why he’s transferring at this time of the year.”

”I heard that the President used her connections to allow him to join; maybe he has some relation to the President?”

”Perhaps he’s a young master from a rich family?”

Ooike maintained his smile as he greeted his friends, and when they asked him about the transfer student, he only smiled politely in response.

Suddenly, the entire classroom fell silent.

Ooike followed everyone’s lines of sight and saw the two people he expected.

Kahei Watari and Takashi Kobayashi.

The first boy had an imposing height of 1.9 meters and was slightly chubby. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, and he carried a dark, severe expression.

The other boy had dyed-purple hair and was wearing earrings. He had thin lips and slanted eyes. Pale cotton bandages were wrapped around his hand, and his expression was cold and antisocial.

They were the famous delinquents of Year 1, Class 5.

Legend has it that both of them had the incredible record of having individually defeated seven or eight hoodlums before, and when they acted together as partners, just their glares alone would scare any low-level hoodlums.

Even though there were countless legends about their fights outside of school, they had never acted up inside of school before. However, this wasn’t due to fear—it was more likely that they couldn’t be bothered to act.

Every time they appeared together in class, their fearful atmosphere caused everyone to unconsciously stop talking, hence the uncanny silence which currently permeated throughout the room.

They didn’t care about their fellow classmates’ reactions at all, and they kept chatting to each other as they walked towards the corner of the classroom.

”How was… last night?”

”I only defeated eight… not many.”

”I only took out thirteen myself, not enough at all.”

”Let’s continue tonight.”

”Alright.”

The simple conversation they had with each other was scary to the point where anyone who heard it felt their heart rates rapidly increase.

Only when they sat down at their seats and closed their eyes in order to rest was the classroom’s atmosphere able to relax, and conversation gradually started up again.

‘Hmph, morons.’ Kazufuru Ooike mentally snorted at them.

He looked down upon these hoodlums that acted tough but already belonged to the dregs of society. Although he was forced to admit their skill in violence did give others a forceful pressure that was difficult to resist.

Not long after, the bell rang.

The class’s teacher, a glasses-wearing unmarried woman who was twenty-nine years old, walked into the classroom, her face blushing deeply.