Prologue

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I sighed as I am currently in a bus. Not one filled to the brim with sweaty people in 40°C 'spring', but a relatively cool, and not really filled up bus.

Not only is the bus different, I myself, am different.

Not mentally... well, I do seem to have an effect on my mentality, but the more glaring change is physically.

I am no longer in my fat body.

I clearly remember dying, because I rammed into a running truck while I was looking at my phone, reading a light novel.

This time, Truck-kun wasn't at fault.

The next thing that happened was that I was in this bus. I didn't act surprised, because I knew how isekai works.

I looked at my reflection in the bus's window, and instead of an average university student who has gotten fat due to being lazy, I was a ridiculously beautiful and fit ojou-sama.

Horikita Suzune. The name instantly flooded in my mind.

Along with lots, and lots of memories.

I realised that I reincarnated into the world of 'Classroom of the Elite' the light novel I was reading after watching the anime.

And as the Tool no. 1.

Sigh. Despite obtaining such a capable body, I am not happy.

I have finished my school years long ago, and was set out for inheriting the family business since I was close to graduating. It wasn't a multi-billion corporation, but a fairly well established business that even if I left it as it is, I would have enough money to live lavishly for the rest of my life.

Afterall, it was a coaching institute, which is more or less a legal overpriced scam.

Yet, I am stuck in school again. And not a normal one.

ANHS, a very anime-y school. Realistically, no government will spend so much money on one school. Maybe a university, but not on a school, and that too only for just 480 high schoolers.

And the people are also very anime-y. It's good to read in a novel, but not in real life.

And I am stuck in a really good class, class D.

Ike, Sudo, YamaGod and such who are criminals and should be in jail, Koenji, I would rather not talk to, and a criminal-ly criminal politician's son, who takes cares of crimes of his criminal politician friends, including the Prime Minister, or leader of opposition, I don't really remember the details.

And there is the bitch, Kushida, who wants to expel me just because we were from the same middle school.

Just this whole drama is making my head hurt.

The only good thing about this situation is that I am really pretty, with a very intelligent brain and capable body, and...

Eh? I can't think of anything else.

What about me?

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head, which sounded suspiciously like smol, chibi Horikita. And it... she sounded like she was whining... like a kid.

I kept my poker face, and asked the voice in my head.

'Who are you?'

I don't know... wait! I can look into your memories... but it will be rude...

Okay...

This... is getting... weird...

But considering the last fanfiction I was reading before dying...

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