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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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New Ideals, New Thoughts - Part 4

The next day, the early morning light was just beginning to filter through the window as I was roused from my sleep. Despite the hour, Kimura was wide awake, standing at the foot of my bed with an expectant look on his face.

Still groggy and disoriented, I reached for my phone to check the time, confirming that it was indeed a mere 5 am. I slowly rose from the comfort of my bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and trying to shake off the lingering haze of slumber.

"Wake up, Mizuhara."

"What's the rush?"

"We have to go now."

"Go where?"

"It's a surprise," Kimura said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

I rose from my bed and performed my morning routine of grooming and freshening up. As I dressed, I noticed Kimura already waiting impatiently at the door. I followed him out with a sense of detachment, feeling little excitement or curiosity about the surprise he had planned.

As we walked through the dormitory halls, Kimura suddenly turned to me.