Classroom of the elite | The path that leads to nothingness - OC

Don't go prying into my life

The class erupted in murmurs and complaints, anger steadily rising like water in a boiling pot. Most hadn't even caught the insulting remark until one student pointed it out, and when it spread, it hit hard. Frustration rippled through the room, the realization dawning slowly, like ants mindlessly following each other—no thought of where they were going, just driven by blind obedience and simmering resentment.

"Everyone, listen!" Horikita's hand slammed against the blackboard with a sharp crack that cut through the noise, dragging the class's attention to her. The room fell into a thick silence as every pair of eyes focused on her with a mixture of confusion and irritation.

"I know some of you think I'm being insulting," she continued, her voice firm. "And I understand why. You've just met me, so you don't trust me. That's fine. But how about you hear my thoughts from someone you already know and trust?"

The confusion deepened, and the air buzzed with a strange tension. Who would she call on? What did she mean? Horikita's gaze shifted toward Nakata, who had been nervously fiddling with his fingers. His hesitation was palpable, but after a moment, he sighed and stood, slowly making his way to the front. The class tracked his every step, the anticipation thickening like fog.

He stepped up to the teacher's podium and grabbed a piece of chalk, the tension in the room building as if they were on the brink of something, waiting to see where this was going.

"Alright, everyone..." His deep voice, though calm, seemed to add weight to the already charged atmosphere. "I'm going to write down the explanation the teacher gave us yesterday. If I make a mistake, feel free to correct me."

The room held its breath. No one moved. No one even blinked. Nakata started writing, his thick hands gripping the chalk tightly. The chalk screeched painfully against the blackboard, breaking with each forceful stroke. The sound was almost unbearable, setting everyone's teeth on edge, yet no one dared to speak. The classroom was now a pressure cooker of silence, eyes flickering between Nakata and the slowly growing text on the board.

When he finished, he moved to stand beside Horikita, casting a long shadow over the front of the room.

"I will now hand out your student ID cards. By using your card, you can access any of the facilities on campus, purchase goods from the store, and so on. It acts like a credit card. However, you must pay attention to the points that you spend. At this school, you can use your points to buy anything. Anything located on the school premises is available for purchase.

"Points are automatically deposited into your account on the first of every month. You should all have received 100,000 points already."

"This school evaluates its students' talents. Everyone here has passed the entrance examination, which itself speaks to your value and potential. The amount you've received reflects the evaluation of your worth."

The students' eyes scanned the blackboard, taking in the words with quiet intensity. Some looked stunned, others skeptical, as if they couldn't believe Nakata had remembered the teacher's speech so perfectly. Was he really that sharp? Or had he... acquired the information some other way?

"Alright," Nakata spoke, breaking the silence. "Did I miss anything or make a mistake? These are the key points of the explanation."

The room remained dead still. Not a word.

"So," he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly, "can anyone tell me what the underlined words mean?" His gaze swept the room before landing on me. "How about Kiyotaka? You seem like the smart type. Care to explain?"

All eyes turned toward me, waiting. I stood slowly, feeling the weight of their attention. "I don't know," I said flatly, the tension only thickening. "But I am curious—what exactly does 'anything' mean in this case? Does it only refer to store purchases, or is there more to it?"