Classroom of the Elite: Surviving with the Intel System — Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Arisu Sakayanagi’s Opening Layout for Class AYou're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Saturday morning arrived with a crisp, cool breeze that swept gently across the sprawling campus of the Advanced Nurturing High School. Arisu sat perfectly upright on a quiet roadside bench, her posture immaculate. Her slender fingers glided effortlessly across the glass of her phone screen, the pale morning light catching the amethyst hue of her eyes.

The screen displayed an active chat interface with Sakayanagi Narumori. He was her father, and more, the current Chairman of this very institution.

As the Chairman’s only daughter, Arisu had been summoned for a rather private, highly specific conversation the day before her enrollment.

Narumori had not minced words. He told her bluntly that he expected her to find a suitable boy during her high school tenure—specifically, a young man possessing exceptional physical fitness and an absolutely pristine family medical history, devoid of any hereditary diseases.

The reason her father placed such heavy emphasis on a strong body and a clean genetic lineage was deeply rooted in their own family history. Narumori himself was in excellent health, but Arisu’s mother had been born with a frail constitution. Following their marriage, Arisu was brought into the world burdened with congenital heart disease.

Her childhood had been a sterile blur of white hospital ceilings and the sharp scent of antiseptic. Playing chess in absolute solitude had become her most familiar, and often her only, pastime. It was not until much later, when her fragile health stabilized slightly, that she was finally permitted to attend a normal school under strict medical supervision.

Now, her father’s expectations were entirely transparent. He simply refused to let the next generation suffer the same agonizing fate. His future grandchild had to be born healthy.

Arisu harbored absolutely zero interest in the mundane trivialities of high school romance, but she had gracefully complied with her father’s wishes. She promised him that any future marriage partner would be a specimen of perfect health.

For her, this was not a concession. It was a fundamental requirement.

Human nature dictates that people always crave what they inherently lack, and what Arisu lacked was a strong, unyielding physique. The bitter memories of being bullied by ignorant classmates in her youth, of having her cane cruelly snatched away while she was powerless to retrieve it, had forged an unbreakable resolve within her. Her future partner had to possess overwhelming, obvious physical superiority.

She could never tolerate a sickly, fragile man standing by her side. A man who lacked the strength to protect his own woman was, in her eyes, no different from discarded trash.

However, compared to the tedious prospect of romance, she was currently far more invested in the thrill of playing psychological games with genuine prodigies.

Her mind drifted to the confrontation with Akira on Monday. Even though she had lost all her Private Points in that exchange, she felt no anger. Instead, a deep, intoxicating curiosity had taken root. There were simply too few opponents in this world capable of forcing her to take them seriously.

A faint smile graced her lips as she tapped the screen, sending a deliberate message to her father.

Father, could you send me the entrance exam results and physical examination data for this year’s freshmen?

Before he could reply, her fingers danced across the keyboard to add the perfect bait.

After all, you said I should find someone with a healthy body. I have to screen them first. It would be terribly troublesome if I ended up settling for a weakling.

Her phone vibrated almost instantaneously.

I see! You are absolutely right, Arisu. I will send the files to you right this moment.

Freshman Physical Examination Report.xlsx

Freshman Entrance Test Results Report.xlsx

Looking at the documents that had arrived without a second of hesitation, Arisu let out a soft, airy laugh. Her slender calves swung gently in the morning air. Father is far too easy to deceive.

It was true. Narumori was hopelessly devoted, almost always bending to his daughter’s every whim.

Arisu opened the supplementary text her father had sent alongside the files, her fingertip resting lightly on the edge of her phone.

Anyone with a physical ability of B+ or higher is worth considering, but by my strict standards, A-rank is the absolute best. These children have rarely even caught a cold since they were little, let alone harbored any hereditary diseases. Some have never even needed to take a single pill.

By the way! That Rokusuke boy in Class D has been spotted loitering around the upperclassman Girls’ Dormitory for three consecutive days. This person is excluded immediately.

Is Father actually trying to help me screen marriage candidates? Arisu covered her forehead with her free hand, her snow-white cheeks puffing out in a rare display of exasperation.

Investigating the students down to such trivial daily details meant he was worrying entirely too much. The screen’s backlight reflected in her eyes, revealing a mixture of helplessness and genuine amusement. Her father’s excessive enthusiasm mirrored the frantic energy of middle-aged women desperate to marry off their daughters.

Dismissing the thought, she put an end to the conversation and went straight to the freshman entrance test report. She scrolled past the dozens of names without a second glance, stopping only when she found the file for Akira of Class D.

The moment the data populated the screen, her pupils constricted.

Academic Ability: E-and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Judgment: B

Intellect: E-

Physical Ability: A

Teamwork: E-

Impossible.

The man who had forced her to taste the bitter ash of defeat in a battle of wits actually possessed the lowest possible intelligence rating in every single academic subject?

And the most glaring irony of all was that this supposed intellectual failure’s most dazzling achievement was his raw combat power. An E-rank student who supposedly thought with his muscles had outmaneuvered an A-rank genius?

When her gaze shifted to his physical examination report, her breath hitched.

History of hereditary diseases: None.

Beneath that brief, sterile record lay a mountain of staggering biological data. His platelet count hovered far above the normal upper limit. The oxygen-carrying capacity of his red blood cells exceeded that of professional, peak-condition athletes. Even his basal metabolic rate was thirty percent higher than the standard human value.

As someone who spent her life analyzing medical reports and consulting with specialists, Arisu knew exactly what these numbers meant. This was not the biological function of a normal high school student.

Too perfect. It is almost like… She bit her lower lip, a thrill shivering through her. A genetically improved test subject.

The phone trembled slightly in her delicate grip.

The opponent who had sat so composed and unreadable before the chessboard actually hid such terrifying, explosive physical power beneath his calm exterior. The kinetic energy that a body like that could generate would easily snap her fragile wrists as effortlessly as breaking a dry reed.

The physical ability assessment could not possibly be wrong. That must mean the interviewer severely underestimated his true strength. A trace of genuine irritation flashed across Arisu’s porcelain face.

Akira was an opponent who had defeated her fair and square in a psychological war. If the school rated him as an E-rank, didn’t that make her own A-rank status look like a complete joke?

Father, I am very interested in Akira from Class D. Could I review his entrance test footage?

Indeed, this child’s physical ability is A, which fits the criteria perfectly. I will send you the security footage right now.

As Arisu stared at the abysmal failing grades plastered across all subjects on her screen, her elegant posture stiffened. For the first time in her carefully calculated life, the girl renowned for her peerless wisdom fell into a five-second mental blank.

What, is Arisu interested in him? He is a bit stupid, but I do not mind. After all, my requirements for a future son-in-law are simple. He just needs to be able to protect you and give me a healthy grandchild. Anyway, in terms of intellect, who else in this world can possibly compare to my daughter?

Arisu completely ignored her father’s doting teasing, forcing her racing thoughts back to the mysterious boy in Class D.

I see. She suddenly chuckled, a dangerous, playful light flashing in her amethyst eyes. Laying out your grand plan from the very moment of the entrance test? Purposefully lurking in the defective Class D with failing grades in all subjects, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to strike. Akira, what kind of game are you really playing?

Her phone screen lit up again, pulling her from her thoughts.

She lowered her eyes and slid her fingertip across the notification. It was a message from Kohei, the bald, rigidly disciplined student from her own Class A.

Kohei: I have already negotiated privately with those students who violated the school rules. From now on, no one in Class A will violate the Daily Code of Conduct.

Kohei: Based on the intelligence you provided and the subsequent data analysis, Class A will lose at most fifty-six class points this month.

Kohei: This way, Class A will easily be able to maintain the top spot next month.

Only then did Arisu move her gaze away from the glowing screen. She reached out, her fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood of her cane.

The opening layout for Class A was perfectly set. All that remained was to sit back and watch the results unfold.

Akira… how about you and your defective Class D? Please, do not let me be too disappointed.You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.