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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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Short Story: Afford and Fujiharu

[Final chapter before Volume 2]

This short story is set a few months before the start of the current timeline. This was before Fujiharu really met Mizuhara.

(I'm still waiting for my contract to be verified so I can use Italics and Bold, otherwise, the next few chapters are going to be extremely hard to read.)

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It was the first day of school when I, Kazuki Afford, was seated next to one of the cutest girls I had ever seen. She had long, flowing brown hair that cascaded down her back, framed by a pair of wide, sparkling emerald eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. A beautiful, radiant smile graced her lips, making my heart skip a beat. Someone like me could never be with her; she was far out of my league.

As I took my books out of my bag, I noticed that she was looking at me. We made eye contact for a split second, but I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She really was cute.

"Hey, you're Afford, right?" she asked, her voice soft and melodic.