Hachiman Hikigaya’s Classroom Of The Elite

At the first sports hall.

By the time Hachiman arrived, most of the students had already gathered. Quickly finding the queue for Class B, Hachiman stood at the back, three places away from the person in front.

It looked like a collective yet uncertain, belonging to an undecided distance.

At least after the conversation with Hoshinomiya-sensei, he had no intention of interacting with Class B.

After all, people like Yukino and the others in Class B are so outstanding; they probably have already figured it out, or even if they haven’t, they’ll know sooner or later.

And besides, starting in Class B from the beginning of the school year, with those excellent classmates, it’s a perfect beginning. As long as he sticks close to Yukino, waits to climb into Class A, and works towards accumulating two million personal points, everything will be fine.

“Well, the school really does have a lax atmosphere.”

Listening to the principal’s lengthy speech, Hachiman daydreamed and looked around.

Both Class A and Class B were standing in neat queues. In contrast, for Classes C and D, even though the principal was giving a speech, there was still a continuous noise from below, yet no one stopped them.

Well, since he had some free time, he just looked around.

This was his 108th skill—time acceleration, allowing him to unknowingly pass through boring times.

The school’s overall attractiveness was undeniably high.

If this were in middle school,

He would probably have broken the record for the number of times he was rejected.

The opening ceremony quickly ended under the influence of time acceleration.

Hachiman turned around and left.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to interact with Class B, but he thought about the hesitant gaze of that girl Yukino, and he really disliked forming cliques.

There were still quite a few people who had similar thoughts about him. Following the crowd, Hachiman looked at the back of a person with a dead fish eye.

Well, this guy’s movements are even faster than his.

It seems that he’s also a seasoned loner, with a profound understanding of the art of not attracting attention.

However,

Just as Stand Users attract other Stand Users,

Lone wolves also attract other lone wolves.

There was no escaping Hikigaya Hachiman’s keen gaze.

“Stare…”

Hikigaya Hachiman stared at the person with the dead fish eye in front of him with a lack of interest.

There was no specific reason; he was just bored.

In front of him, the guy with the dead fish eye had one, two, three, four strands of hair, and his hair was smooth. Obviously, he had just washed it yesterday, probably a young man with a healthy and high-quality lifestyle.

Just like him.

A lone wolf among lone wolves, the ultimate evolved lone wolf.

What useless observations, really.

Suddenly, the guy with the dead fish eye in front turned around abruptly. A pair of ordinary dead-fish eyes made Hachiman think he was looking in a mirror.

Two pairs of dead-fish eyes locked onto each other.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka felt a bit uncomfortable or cautious.

As a person from the White Room, he grew up under surveillance from a young age and was extremely sensitive to eye contact.

Since a moment ago, this man in front had been staring at him, continuously and unabashedly, making him feel uneasy.

If the other person was a classmate, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka could understand that he might want to communicate. However, he had memorized the names and appearances of all his classmates within the first minute of entering the school.

The other person was not one of his classmates, but he continued staring at the back of his head.

Could it be that he had exposed something on his first day of school, or was there something different about him?

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka became particularly vigilant.

However, having studied in a closed environment all his life,

Although he was rich in theoretical knowledge, he lacked practical social experience.

Moreover, his understanding of ordinary people came from books, or was this what they called a stalker?

It shouldn’t be.

He was a guy, after all!

Although he had heard of men with special fetishes.

But on the first day of school, and not even two hours in, to encounter this?

And to be directly targeted?

Was the outside world so terrifying?

Unconsciously, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka felt a long-lost sense of fear rising within him.

Originally, as a finished product of the White Room, he had long extinguished all emotions. But for some reason, at this moment, Ayanokoji felt a sudden tightness behind him.

This stemmed from an instinctual fear.

Although he wanted to probe, Ayanokoji didn’t know how to broach the subject. The best approach was for the other party to speak first, and then he could guide them using his accumulated knowledge.

On the other side, Hachiman was also a bit puzzled.

Was this guy sick? He turned around and stared at him as soon as he looked.

Could it be that there was something strange about him?

It shouldn’t be. Once, in junior high, he was often talked about for having body odor. He was diligent about cleanliness, almost washing up earnestly every day.

Today, he didn’t encounter any women who made him nervous, so there was no reason to be sweaty. There shouldn’t be any strange odor.

Moreover, even if there was something, just say it directly. What’s the meaning of staring like this?

Is he insane?

The people around them gradually left, and the two pairs of dead-fish eyes continued to lock onto each other, neither side speaking first.

In the end, Hachiman couldn’t stand it any longer and nodded slightly. Ayanokoji also nodded involuntarily.

Then he watched as Hachiman walked past him without a word.

As if they were giving each other a signal.

“????”

Looking at his departing figure, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka’s head was full of question marks.

What does this mean?

Although he had read extensively, the books had never taught him something like this.

…

On the other side,

“Psycho.”

Hachiman, with a speechless expression, walked into the convenience store.

In the past, when he encountered someone staring at him, he either ignored them or cursed at them. What kind of nutjob stares at someone continuously like that?

Entering the convenience store, various daily necessities were prominently displayed in the most visible location.

It was labeled as free.

Understanding the importance of points, Hachiman instantly realized that this was probably insurance for those who lost their personal points.

However, the quality was not bad.

Although he hadn’t seen these products in the market before, they were all from well-known brands, most likely products from companies still in the testing phase.

After all, operating such a large school.

The annual expenses must be considerable, and they surely engaged in some exchanges with major conglomerates. They were essentially using the students as guinea pigs for their experimental products.

Hachiman didn’t mind.

After all, these products were already in the release phase. The products from big companies were unlikely to have issues, and he wasn’t picky about material life.

At worst, If these products did have safety hazards, he wouldn’t have to worry for the rest of his life. He would definitely receive substantial compensation.

Moreover, As long as he saved up twenty million personal points, he would have the right to choose his occupation freely.

Hachiman put various daily necessities into the shopping basket.

At that moment, a slender, fair hand grabbed the other end of the shampoo bottle.