Classroom Of The Elite

Chapter 1

𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌

Ayanokouji Pov:

𝔸pril. The school entrance ceremony. I rode the bus to school, bobbing and shaking in my seat. While I looked idly out my window. watching the city's scenery change, the bus picked up more and more

passengers. Most of them were young people wearing high school uniforms.

There was also a frustrated salary worker, who looked like the type to have once mistakenly groped someone aboard a crowded bus. An unsteady elderly lady stood in front of me, wobbling so badly I thought she was in danger of falling. Considering I'd known how packed this bus would likely be, I supposed I was simply reaping what I'd sown by getting on. I was fortunate to have found a seat, but it was still crowded. I forgot about the unfortunate elderly woman and patiently waited to arrive at my

destination, my mind clear as a passing stream. The weather was especially

fine today, not a single cloud in the sky. It was so refreshing that I nearly fell

asleep then and there.

However, my gentle respite was promptly obliterated.

"Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer up your seat?" My eyes, which were about to close, snapped back open. Huh? Could this person be angry with me? But I realized that it was someone else being

scolded. A young, well-built blond man of high school age had sat down in one of the priority seats. The elderly woman stood right next to him, and another

woman stood beside her. This second, younger lady appeared to be an office

worker.

"Hey, you there. Can't you see that this elderly woman is having

trouble?" the office lady said. She seemed to want the young man to offer up his seat.

Her voice carried quite well throughout the quiet bus, attracting several people's attention.

"That's a really crazy question, lady," the boy said.

I wondered whether the boy was angry, unobservant, or just painfully honest. In any case, he grinned broadly and crossed his legs. "Why should I offer up my seat? There's no reason for me to do so." "You're sitting in a priority seat. It's natural to offer up those seats to

the elderly."

"I don't understand. Priority seats are just that: priority seats. I have no legal obligation to move. Since I'm currently occupying this seat, I should be the one who determines whether or not I move. Am I supposed to give up my seat just because I'm young? Ha! That reasoning is nonsense."

He didn't speak like a normal high school student. His hair was dyed blond, which made him stand out.

"I'm a healthy young person who certainly wouldn't find standing inconvenient. However, I'd obviously expend more energy by standing than I would by sitting. I have no intention of doing such a pointless thing. Or are you suggesting I should act a bit livelier, I wonder?"

"Wh-what kind of attitude is that to take with your superiors?" she demanded.

"Superiors? Well, it's obvious that both you and the old woman there been alive longer than I have. There can be no doubt about that. However, the word 'superior' implies that you're referring to someone of a higher position. In addition, we have another problem. Even though our ages are different, wouldn't you agree that you have an impertinent attitude and are being extremely rude?"