Classroom Of The Elite: [A Simple Game]

Vol. 1 Prologue

Awake from the dream, at last

He's dead! Just dispose of him just like the others!

Everytime I shut my eyes, for some reason the scene of death is the first thing that comes to mind. That should be typical for a high schooler nowadays, suicide rates have never been higher.

Here I am getting ready for my first day of school, yet I'm bored out of my mind.

The beauty of the cherry blossoms were a feast for the eyes when I got to see them for myself. Unfortunately, such beauty never lasts for even a couple weeks. I wish it could last forever, but alas fate is cruel.

"U-umm...is this seat t-taken?"

No reply.

My train of thought was interrupted by the soft voice of a girl who seems to be wearing the exact same uniform as I. Her build is a bit small but cute nonetheless, though I guess pig tails are apparently all the rage lately.

Despite what I just said about her. I keep a straight face while staring outside the window as if I hadn't noticed her just now.

The awkward atmosphere of a a high school boy ignoring such a girl must have gathered some attention. As much as I'm unskilled at socialization, I hate to be the center of attention in a bus of all things.

"坐而已(Just sit down)"

"A-ah, thank yo- eh?!"

The shock of a Japanese guy suddenly speaking fluent Chinese to you would surprise anyone. The expression this girl had before being seated was laughable.

"Sorry if I shocked you. I was just deep in thought."

"N-no it's fine! I'm more curious about something else, umm...why did you just speak Chinese with me?"

"The moment you asked to be seated here I caught a glance at the notebook hanging off your bag like a keychain. Unless I'm living in a different era, I don't think Japanese letters look like that."

She quickly turned to look at what I pointed. Sure enough it was a tiny notebook with the words 'Mei-Yu Wang' imprinted onto it.

The reason why I didn't reply to her prior was because I believed she was just a bit ignorant for waving her name everywhere in public like this. Then I remembered, there probably aren't many people around who can read Chinese letters anyway, besides I wasn't sure if the book was fake or the real deal since it's so tiny.

Anyway, after she noticed the notebook(?) hanging off her bag, she simply blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

The awkward air had somehow comeback, yet instead of stares from people, I felt my ancestors judging me from beyond the grave as if I missed my chance to become friends with someone. I felt obligated to shoot the gun and see where the bullet would go.

"We're heading to the same school. What class are you in?"

"Oh um, class-D I think...what about you?"

"A-class supposedly"

It's a simple question to break the ice that had formed around us. So simple yet so useful to learn about the opposite party, especially for someone like me who has the goal of wanting to make some friends so I could begin my new school life.