Advanced Nurturing High School

Advanced Nurturing High School is a school created by the Japanese government with the aim of educating future generations that will support the country. According to various sources, including the government itself, the institution boasts a 100% employment and university entry rate. With unique and in-depth teaching methods, led by the state, the school spares no effort in pursuing the nation's desired future.

With a vast area of approximately 600,000 square meters, the high school is a district in itself. I am currently in front of its immense gate to register.

In a large open space, a crowd of students is gathered in line in front of the gate. Each person will undergo identity verification and a search of their personal belongings before being allowed to enter the campus.

"Student Kōenji Rokusuke, verification completed. We wish you an excellent stay at Koudo Ikusei."

After passing the verification, a woman at the booth handed me a card serving as a campus map with the location of my class marked in red. The novel hadn't provided this information, but when you think about it, it would be difficult if not impossible for first-year students to navigate such a vast space alone.

Following the map, I have no difficulty in finding my class.

Looking at the classroom door, I smile: 1-D. Although first-years shouldn't know the truth behind this numbering yet, that's not the case for me. Apart from the "1" referring to the year, the "D" refers to the rank to which the class belongs, with A being the highest rank and D the lowest.

Other than that, it's a special class because it's the main class of the main protagonists of the novel, including the main character. It's the gathering place for the most defective students of the year, making the class noisy. As a member of this class, I am no exception.

"This promises to be interesting."

After managing, barely, to contain my joy, I slowly and carefully open the door.

The interior was elegant, white, and dust-free. On the podium, in addition to the teacher's desk, there is a whiteboard and television screens placed on each side of it. The student desks are arranged in five rows, each consisting of eight desks. At the back, there are lockers corresponding to the desk numbers. A desk consists of a square table with an under-desk and a chair. Each desk has a label with the name of the corresponding student.

I first look around the classroom, scanning the people inside with a quick glance.

Considering the crowd, it seems that I am among the last to arrive. Without further ado, I then make my way to my seat and settle in. I can feel many eyes on me. It's obvious that I don't go unnoticed. Normal, given the body I have. It really brings back memories.

I feign ignorance.

Since my seat is in the middle of the row, I can't look out of a window to pass the time. As I'm about to take out my pocket mirror accordingly, I refrain.

'Darn it, don't tell me I've inherited the narcissistic habits of this body! No mirror... At least not in public.'

Resisting the temptation, I rest my elbows on my desk, elevating my forearms, and crossing my two hands above and in front of my slightly tilted face with the rest of my torso. In this position that I call "the so-called handsome guy position," I stare into space, noting the students entering the room.

Although I don't express it outwardly, I'm quite nervous.

It's been over thirty years since I've attended school. As a result, I'm a bit hesitant about the attitude to adopt. Luckily, this body gives me a certain peace of mind and great confidence.

'Come on, there's nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. This world is taken from a novel I know quite well, so I have a big advantage. Normally, this body should have come here on the same bus as the main character, but apart from that and the more realistic aspect, things seem to remain faithful to the novel as a whole. It'll be okay.'

"Hello..."

Suddenly, a light and gentle voice brings me back to reality. Based on the direction of the voice and the intensity of the attention focused on me, I know that this greeting is addressed to me. Yeah, as I said, I've inherited this body's superhuman analytical ability.