The entrance ceremony is boring as fuc- yeah, I'm pretty sure you can agree with it.

I can imagine many first-year students feeling the same way as I did, the principal and the students exchanged excessive words of gratitude and the yadda yadda stuff that wasted a lot of our time.

As someone who dislikes trouble, I decided I will not participate with such petty useless friendships... except when only needed. Unfamiliar with the notion, I gave up thinking about it.

Looking around the classroom, I walked toward the seat that bore my nameplate. It was at the back of the room, near the window, or what they called the protagonist seat . A good place to sit, really it is. The others were either immersed in their class materials or already spreading homopho- talking with their peers. Perhaps they'd all been friends beforehand or only recently gotten acquainted.

Upon looking up at the ceiling, a hidden 360 camera was flawlessly camouflaged.

A surveillance camera? Must be running 240p in 5 frames per second with a very low bitrate. Not like I do really care.

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"They really are pitiful beings. I feel bad at them once they know the truth about this school." I sighed.

"That's quite a heavy sigh, considering the school year has only begun. Meeting you-" Blah blah blah, shut up you lowlife!

The girl seemed to notice that I pretended that I didn't notice her as she started to yell to make me notice her.

Wait, does that even make sense?

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She snapped but continued to ignore her.

Wow, what a complete change of attitude. The author must've made a mistake so he put this monologue to cover it up.

This time she was completely angered as if her emotions radiating a completely indignant feeling, but thanks to the plot armor; Ah, the author seems to love me too much-, the bell rang and I was saved.

At that exact, precise, perfectly timed, matched moment, a woman (pfft-) entered the classroom. When I saw the teacher, she reminded me of girls in the doujins whom the author reads a lot nowadays. Although it might be a little bit bigger by his standards, it doesn't really matter to me, as long as it doesn't resemble a wall, that's all that matters.

If I were to guess her age, must be at least thirty. Again the guy who has an alien name with a number username wants to add some extra details, but due to how family friendly we are, a quick no.

Trust me bro.

She wore a suit that exposed her big future. Her hair seemed long, but was tied in a ponytail.

"Good morning to you, students. My name is Chabashira Sae, and I'm the instructor for Class D. I usually teach Japanese history. However, at this school, we do not change-"

Blah, blah, blah, blah. Yeah yeah, I know, we know, all of that. The readers must've read that million times already from those generic reactions fanfictions, I'm pretty sure they are bored to hell.

They probably just came here to see me to roast and be mean to people. Too bad, I'll never say that word, nig-

Now to the interesting, unique feature: The S system.

"I will now hand the student ID cards. By using your card, you can access any facilities on the campus, purchase goods from the store, and so on. It acts like a credit card. However, it is imperative that you pay attention to the points you spend. You can buy anything in this school."

Anything, huh? Maybe I'll buy an onahol… up.

Our points, loaded on our ID's, acting like a currency. Technically. This way, it would help lift the student's financial burden. However, students need to keep an eye on their spending. At any rate, the school provided these points free of charge. But I'd bet they'll spend it on luxury, leisure, and whatnot.

"Your student card can be used simply by swiping them through the machine scanner. This method is simple, so you shouldn't be confused. Points are automatically deposited into your account on the first of every month. You all should have received 100,000 points already. If not, then get on all fours and beg us for it. One point is equal to one yen, no further explanation should be necessary." The classroom erupted.

To summarize, or in other words to cut off word counts and increase at the same time (I know it sounds stupid), we received 100,000 yen as our allowance. I mean, I'd expect nothing less from a massive institution run by the government. But still, having this hefty amount of money is too much for a high schooler.

Meh, gonna skip that another long explanation since most of them have read it quintillion times. After all, this story is not focusing on that stuff.

"It appears no one has questions. I hope that you enjoy your time here as students." With that, she left and many of my classmates are still bewildered at their points.

This school is extremely lenient.

Restrictions, like being forced to live in dormitories, forbidden to leave the campus, and prohibited from outside communication. In exchange, a preferential treatment as if we were in a paradise. No one seemed to mind all of these.

Most of them are kids so that explains it all.

"Everyone, can you listen for a moment?"

When I'm about to leave, an ikemen stood up and raised his hand. But me not giving a single damn about him activated my Stealth ability, uh not copying it from a so-called genuine anime, I was able to leave the place without anyone noticing.

"Ice cream-chan, here I come~!"

"What an unpleasant coincidence." Entering the convenience store, I ran to her again.

Is she following me?

For the second time, I decided to ignore her again as I don't want to deal with such troublesome matters, however she said something hypocritical that made me stop.

"Stop copying that guy from American Psycho and acting based! Learn some manners!" Instinctively, I looked at her.

"How so? Isn't that the goal of this fic?"

"Ha? Being based? Do you even know what that means? I think you've used so much internet that it degrades your mindset. So what if that's all this about?" The said girl crossed her arms. "In the end, this is nothing but a fruition of a maidenless brat delusion. Learn to differentiate reality from a mere fantasy, pathetic lowlife."

Now she really pisses me off. Giving all my death glare, I spoke the following words in a cold tone.

"I may not be based but you are a f*ck*ng bitch."

Then I grabbed the basket again and left her behind. The bitch girl who called me pathetic is standing with an expression of confusion; feeling both anger and terror causing her that, and trembling so much her legs might give her up.

To be honest, I never felt this angry before. Never. Ever. But I think it was well deserved since it will taint in her mind to not to mess with me.

"Ice cream~, Ice cream~"

What flavor should I pick?