《Classroom of The Elite FanFic: Ayanokoji The Lucky bastard》Vol. 1 Chapter 5 Defected
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"Ayanokouji, Where did you get this food?" Ike asked when he saw my food.
We were at the cafeteria. But in front of me is 5 steaks, 2 salads, and 7 glasses of wine.
At my table. I was with Hirata, Sato, Mutsushida, Shinohara, Mori, and Karuizawa.
"I cook it myself," I said while cutting the steak--liked a Sir.
I have to thank Horikita for this idea. The second day after we knew the truth about the point. She took the lunch box to the school. She said it was cheaper than buying the lunch at the cafeteria. She just used the free ingredients in the supermarket.
That was why I try it myself.
"You can cook, Ayanokouji?" Yamauchi asked and gulped down his saliva. He was holding the free vegetable food set. I could tell its taste---didn't good.
"Actually no. I just put the ingredients on the pot and then pressed my luck."
"What? Cooking with luck?" I knew they would ask like this, so I took the picture while I was cooking salad.
"Hear." They received the picture. Then, they nodded acceptably.
"I understood. But How do you get so much food? You must walk around the world to get enough ingredients." Ike still doubted.
"You knew that girl? The nun one who sounded like Horikita. I asked her for help cooking. Every time I can cook the perfect steak. She will give me one more." I asked then put the meat into my mouth--like a Sir.
"Wait. Every time. There's only a little chance, isn't it?" Yamauchi said.
"Don't know. A little chance still a chance, I guess. Why don't you joined our meal? I have many steaks remain."
Ike and Yamauchi looked at me and bow for me.
"Thank you, sir. I'll pay you back in the future. You're a man among the man." Ike said.
"I won't pay you back. But you're still the man among the man," said Yamauchi.
I gave them a steak and a glasses of wine. It wasn't wine. It was the grape juice in the wine glass. When I went to the supermarket yesterday. I won the supermarket's lottery, got a lot of grapes and a set of luxury glasses.
"Ayanokouji-Kun. Are you sure treating us? It looks expensive." Sato said with concern.
"It's fine. You and Mori treated me before. Remember?" I said why sipped the wine---like a Sir.
You could call it charity. But I thought it's more like paying the debt.
An Ayanokouji always pays his debts. That man taught me.
The true charity would begin from now.
Because I got the reward and win the bet so I had a lot of points. And since the last month, the girls have always treated me. Consequently, I was quite rich.
So I would act like a charity foundation. Gave the poor classmate who didn't have many points. Yes, Giving not Lending. So what I get from it.
A lot of Poonya. A lot of luck.
I would receive a lot of luck. I knew I'm the luckiest guy in the world. But luck is like money. More is better.
What I learned from the first month was you need the luck to survive in this school.
"So, Ayanokouji. About this." Ike glanced at my cooking picture. "How many characters do you have?"
"I just started to play so I have only sixteen."
"Only my ass!" Mori screamed. "Sorry, I was just too surprised. I play it too. How many times you do a Gacha?"
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"Just once. The free time that you use only 8 acquaint fate to pull 10 times and then it remains 2 fate so I use it too."
"It means you do 12 free pulls and got the character every time? Which one did you get?" Yamauchi asked.
"Let see, the travelers for sure, The girl with the bomb bunny, a one-eye ice guy, the electric witch, that knight's maid, the one who sounds like Horikita, the wind god, the rock god, the electric god, the zombie loli, the knight commander, the loli with the bomb, the artist guy, the seer girl, the winery guy, miss goat secretory, and the girl who sing something about Hillcharu."
Ike and Yamauchi looked at me deadly.
"You lucky bastard." Ike cursed me.
"Ah, Be patient. Ike-Kun." Hirata said. "Oh, I forgot to congrats you on your top score."
"Yes, it's quite impressive, Ayanokouji-Kun," Matsushita said with a gentle smile.
"It's just a fluke. Only a coincidence." I told them the truth but it looked they didn't believe me at all.
"Come on, Don't be too modest. You have the ability, don't hide it." Shinohara said.
I didn't have it.
If White Room is the organization for making a genius, I'll have it.
But the White Room is the place for making the luckiest man, not the smartest one.
Before I excused anything. I saw Kushida walked this way.
"Hi, Ayanokouji-Kun. Everyone."
"Hi, Kushida." I felt the vengeance soul from across the table so I tried to rush the conversation with Kushida. "So...? Can I help you with something?"
"Oh, I was just the postwoman. Chabashira-Sensei call you to her office." Kushida saw the glass of wine. "Hey, that's wine. isn't it? Doesn't it out of the rule?"
"It's just the grape juice in a wine glass." I described and stood up. "Want some?"
"No, thanks," Kushida said. "I fell uncomfortable with the wine glass."
And you could stand the drunken teacher? You were the cutest weird girl, you know? I said it in my head.
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There was only a teacher in the teacher's room.
She was the young lady with curly hair, checking her hair in front of the mirror. So I asked her;
"Excuse me. Is Chabashira-Sensei here?"
"Hmm. Sae-Chan? I think she's coming. You can wait in here."
Sae-Chan? I thought this teacher might be Chabashira-Sensei's friend.
"Thank you. But I don't want to bother you. I'll wait outside." I bowed. Then, left the room. But the teacher followed me.
"I'm Hoshinomiya Chie. I'm a close friend of Sae-Chan, you know? We're so close till can call another one first name."
I didn't ask anything, Sensei. Please leave me alone.
"Hey, what's your name boy?" She asked with a childish tone. I felt liked she was a high schooler, not a teacher.
"Ayanokouji, Sensei."
"Ayanokouji? Teehee. I'm sure you're kinda popular. Am I right?" She smiled.
If I said no, it would be a lie. But If I said yes---I didn't have the confidence to admit something like that.
When Hoshinomiya-Sensei saw my shyness. She felt fun for teasing me so she started to offend my hand.
"You looked cool and handsome, you know? Sensei never lie to a little boy." Her hand attacked my face.
"Ara Ara. You don't even try to escape. So Sensei thought you enjoy this."
No, Sensei. This is the first time that the female touched me. So I became a rock.
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"Sensei, please stop--"
"What're you doing?" I heard the cold sound.
Pfft.
"Oh." Someone hit Hoshinomiya-Sensei's head. So she fell forward me. I didn't prepare yet. So it caused me to fall together with her.
"What're you trying to do with my student?" Chabashira-Sensei who just hit her friend with a pad asked after saw Hoshinomiya-Sensei be on my chest.
Could I say that? Since Hoshinomiya-Sensei was pretty. I decided to thank my luck this time.
Hoshinomiya-Sensei laugh while standing up. "Just teasing him, Don't be jealous. Sae-Chan."
Chabachira Sae sighed then told me. "Let's go to the guidance room."
Hoshinomiya-Sensei smiled sly. "So you want to do something lewd in private?"
"Please be a proper teacher for a minute?" Chabashira-Sensei said. "Let's go, Ayanokouji."
I followed her to the guidance room. I saw Hoshinomiya-Sensei waved me from behind.
"You're pretty close, right?" I said but my Sensei didn't say a thing.
We came into the guidance room. There was no one there. Sensei opened a door to the kitchen.
"Stay there until I called you."
"What? Why?"
She didn't answer my question but pushed me into that room.
"Sensei, Wait. Oops---" I suddenly stumbled and fell to Chabashira-Sensei.
Yes. You know what's going on.
I and Chabashira-Sensei were fell together on the ground. I was astride her.
What!? This was too frequent for one scene!
According to White Room's research, The H.A.R.E.M. protagonist will fell with the girl at most 1 time per episode. 1 for every 3-4 chapters in the manga. Because If you used the same joke too often, it would make readers/audiences boring.
And It'll be bad for the protagonist's body. Imagine hit the ground again and again. Your bones and muscles will cry loudly.
"Can you just get out of me, please?" Chabashira-Sensei said with dead eyes.
"S--Sorry. I will---" Before I could get off her. The guidance door opened.
Horikita came in.
She looked at us with a surprised face.
I hurriedly got up and explained. "It's only an accident."
Chabashira-Sensei stood up and pushed me hard, consequences, I darted to Horikita.
And fell on her---again. The third time for today!
"W--What're you doing?" Horikita stuttered.
"I don't..."
Sensei took her phone off and took a photo. I and Horikita stood up and confronted her.
"What--?"
Chabashira-Sensei didn't wait till Horikita finished the line to said. "If you told anybody about that thing. I will send this picture to the school."
Horikita stared at her. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"
"Yes."
"If you do that, I will tell the school that you drank in front of your students"
"No evidence. I deleted all of the camera's files." I thought she talked about the surveillance camera. "And If you do, I will send this to your brother."
Sensei showed us the video. It was recorded at the toilet. I saw Horikita in that video. She curled on the toilet lit. Eating the waffles with hunger.
"This freaking good, Suzune want more---Suzune want more. How should Suzune do? If she uses the point for this, she will have no points for a living." She looked like a drug addict. "Yes, Suzune knows it. She should go to steal this from the Moonshine. No, She should kidnap the chef and force him to make a waffle for her!"
She looked at the waffle with passion. "My precious!". And then laughed with madness.
The video ended. I turned my face to Horikita who was shocked more than me. I didn't know the ice princess could do something like that.
"How do you get that?" She asked.
"Secret makes women a woman, " Chabashira-Sensei said emotionless. "I heard your brother was the student council president. How'll he feel when he knows his sister is a waffle addict?"
Horikita pressed her lips together. "You win this time, Sensei." She said, "And I have to tell you, I have got the therapy already."
Can they even therapy the waffle addiction too?
"So what's your business, Horikita?" The teacher asked.
"I want to know why I was pushed in the defected class," Horikita said. "I understand why pervert sexual harasser who fell on the woman every 2 minutes like Ayanokouji-Kun be in? But why me?"
Oi, I stood there, next to you. I wasn't deaf too.
"So naive," said Chabashira-Sensei. "Why do you think you do not deserve this class?"
"I know my ability. I'm sure I got at least 80 percent of the entrance exam. My interview is perfect. So why I'm here?"
Chabashira-Sensei gigled. "Why? You don't like this class that much?"
"Everyone will be mad if they got the wrong assessment."
"Wrong assessment? You overestimate yourself. This school interest the true ability, not the academic ability."
"It's the same, isn't it?"
Sensei laughed.
"So you said, the physical ability isn't ability? the social ability isn't ability? the art ability isn't ability?"
"I didn't say that---"
"The words show your attitude. Do you think academic ability is everything? That's what your matter. You saw the world with that narrow vision. And think you're the best of the best. You're just the frog in the pool, think the pool is the ocean, told everyone I have seen the whole ocean."
Horikita halted for a second.
"I can't accept it anyway. Would you check my assessment, please? I'm sure it has a mistake."
"Nothing mistake. Horikita. Just you are in D class."
Chabashira -Sensei turned her glance to me.
"Do you know Ayanokouji's score in the entrance exam?"
"I don't interest it."
"100 scores for every subject."
Horikita looked at me with surprise. It's the most surprising face she has ever done.
"It's real," She asked.
"Just fluke," I answered.
On the exam day, I just randomly choose the answer so I just choose the right options by chance.
"You see? Horikita. The guy you call The pervert sexual harasser who fell on the woman every 2 minutes was better than you at academics. But he's still in Class D" Chabashira-Sensei said.
"No, it's just a coincidence." I protested.
"Every one of you in class D had something that make you defected. No matter you're a genius like Ayanokouji or an idiot like Sudo."
"I said I'm not a genius. It's just a coincidence."
"I can't accept it, though," Horikita said.
"Why do you all ignore me? I'm here too, you know?" I shouted but no one cared.
"Hah. Did you want to be in Class A that much? I see. Why don't you just help your class increase the class point? It's easy." Chabashira-Sensei asked with a smile.
"In this class that fulls with the defect?" Horikita said. Oi, respect your classmate, please.
"Don't forget you're one of those." Chabashira-Sensei grinned. "Ok, I have a meeting, so good luck. Study hard."
She said that and stood up then walked out of that room.
Horikita stood still there.
"Horikita, It's almost 1 a.m. Let's go back to the class---" I asked her but she cut my words.
"Is it real that you're a genius?"
"What? No way. I'm just your pervert sexually harasser whatever, remember?"
"You got 100 scores for those entrance exams and the latest exam too."
"I'll tell you a million times. It's just a coincidence." I told her the truth.
But Horikita didn't believe it at all. "For a test. It's a coincidence. For 2 tests, maybe. But for 6 times! No Ayanokouji-Kun. It isn't a coincidence."
"The luck is a mysterious thing, Horikita."
But she walked out of the room ignoring my words.
"I want you to help me, Ayanokouji-Kun."
"What kind of help?" I followed her.
"Everything. If you're a genius. you would be a useful tool." Oi, Why I suddenly downgrade from a stranger to the tool? " We have to stop bad behaviors. I think most of the students have fixed themself already. But someone still doesn't care anything at all. Like Sudo. Second, It's about finding how to increase the points. Maybe this midterm exam is the key."
Horikita stared at me with that pretty eyes. No, not the cute "I want your help" eyes. It's an "If you don't help, I will do my best to make sure you will suffer." eyes.
Oh, And she took that compass out.
"If it's necessary. I want you to teach the student that bad at study."
"What? I can't teach myself. If you know what I mean."
"Do you think I still believe you are an idiot after I saw your scores? You may be a pervert sexual harasser who fell on the woman every 2 minutes, Ayanokouji-Kun. But you're a genius pervert sexual harasser who fell on the woman every 2 minutes."
That pervert sexual harasser who fell on the woman every 2 minutes said;
"I will help you at anything you ask me. But tutoring? No, Thank you."
"Thank you. Ayanokouji-Kun. I know I can rely on you."
"Your welcome---Excuse me, Do your ears still work?"
"I will give you my waffle," Horikita said with a serious place.
If a waffle addict like Horikita gave anyone a waffle. She would be serious about that problem.
So I answered--
"I only accept two waffles---Sorry. Do you think you can buy someone with a waffle?"
Horikita shaked my hand.
"I know you are a good guy, Ayanokouji-Kun. We are friends. So offering something to make you help me is rude. You will do it with your heart. Thank you so much."
What?
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