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Gifted Academy: The Perfect Student

Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life. Who really is Mizuhara Ayato? Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle. Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature? *** Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love. Why does she do this? I still don't know. It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed. Now it's my turn. However, my heart is not so easily played with. ** ____ Official Discord: https://discord.gg/T395tt4HUU

EvanMu · Realistic
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Mundane Dreams - Part 4

Taking my seat in the classroom, I observed the teacher's demeanor as he began the lesson with even less enthusiasm than usual. It wasn't surprising given the absence of many of the students. As for me, it didn't make much of a difference. I sat like usual, simply waiting for the lesson to finish.

"Eh, aren't you overreacting to it?"

"No no no, I'm just being real!"

"Did you hear…"

"That…"

As the chatters grew louder, it seemed like the teacher didn't hear the chatters as he kept explaining. Honestly, I didn't care much for the commotion as I was more focused on my own thoughts.

Eventually, the teacher ended the lesson and walked out of the room, leaving the students to their own devices. I stood up slowly, taking my time to gather my things, and made my way out of the classroom.

"Mizuhara."

A voice called out to me, interrupting my thoughts. I recognized the voice; it was Hamasaki, she was ranked fifth in the class - just one spot above me at sixth.