The Irregular At Elite High School's
Chapter 10 Bet

An email came to my phone the night before the new semester began. It was an email from the school about the class I was going to be in this first year.

'To Shunsaku Tomo. Congratulations, you'll be in class D.'

In the email there is the word 'congratulations'. But I doubt whether being in class D is indeed something worth observing. How not? We all know that the alphabet starts with the letter A, and before the D there are two more letters below it.

Well, even if you don't like it, just think of it as a sweetener to get graduating participants excited. Put that aside. Now, the problem is, am I in the same class as Ichiji?

In the email there is no information about the class obtained by other students. The only possible way to find out is to ask the student directly. Ask the Ichiji? Just be right.

Is correct. Why bother thinking about it. Tomorrow I just come to school and everything will be clear.

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"Still quiet?"

Kitagawa said after finding the new class only inhabited by a handful of people. They are foreign faces that I have also met for the first time today.

"Goodoo. It would be more free to choose his seat."

I also moved immediately. My target was a bench in the back corner close to the window facing the school grounds. Yes, it is the best spot to hide and also see the scenery out there.

"Oh. pretty good here too."

Said Kitagawa who also followed me to the back corner of the classroom. At first I didn't understand what he was doing here. But after seeing him pull the bench next to me and sit there I immediately realized his point.

"You want to sit back here too?"

"As you can see. Is there a problem?"

Ketus. His face that was as bright as the weather this morning had suddenly turned gray.

"I guess you'd rather sit in front."

"Previously it might have been. But after a second thought, it feels better back here."

He then hung his bag beside the table and tried to sit while imagining listening to the lesson.

I don't understand what he's thinking. But whatever it is. My gut feeling says that he'll be annoying while he's here.

"Are you sure..?"

"Yes. It's not a problem."

It seemed that this person's stance was already firmly entrenched. Then I'll have to use another way to get rid of him.

"If you sit behind here you don't even look.. You don't want to be the center of attention anymore, do you?"

"Huh? Haaah?! Wh-Who likes to be the center of attention try?!"

The response turned out to be much better than I thought. Good, just angry. I said it intentionally to make him emotional.

"W-Did I look like that? Does it really look like that?"

Why is he even worried. I want to make him angry even now it looks like I'm bullying him.

"Yes, like the exam time yesterday. That discussion can actually go on without a team leader. But at that time..why did you trigger it and even you yourself also volunteered?"

"W-What's wrong? I just want to help.."

"Is that really all?"

Kitagawa closed her lips. I think this is a tough question for an idealist and innocent like him.

"People's views aren't something you should care about.. Just focus on the same proof."

"...."

I was surprised by him who suddenly repeated my sentence on the trip earlier.

"I think it's true too. I used to deliberately choose to sit in the front row so that people thought that I was an exemplary child. I care too much about how people look at me, not how I prove it.

He looked ahead while telling a story. If I had noticed, the furthest thing at the end of his vision should have been the blackboard in front of the class there. But for some reason, his sad eyes now seemed to stare at something further than that.

"Keep..would sitting here make you more focused on proving it?"

Hearing that made me lose interest in driving her away again. For someone who has tried to change he deserves to be given a gift. A gift to be able to sit on the bench next to me.

"Good morning. All students are expected to gather in the hall for the welcoming ceremony of the new school year."

After the announcement was made, all D-class students went to the hall and lined up for the opening ceremony. 

On the stage in front there was a man standing on the podium. He has a firm expression. His eyes that were behind his glasses were staring intently at the entire audience in front of him.

"Hey, Shunsaku.."

Kitagawa's whisper lined up behind me. His small, smooth voice gave me goosebumps.

"What's up?"

"The guy on the podium, he's my brother."

She said proudly as if she wanted to show off her brother.

"Oh yeah. He's the head of the OSIS, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

"not clear. Who can stand there at most is just the head of his OSIS."

Reply with great disinterest. Seeing how the OSIS chairman was leading and the image he showed made me feel like I was seeing Kitagawa in his premium version.

"Kitagawa's chat.. Do you want to follow your brother?"

"..."

Kitagawa did not speak. It was as if she was frozen to hear my question just now.

"I'm not sure I can follow it."

"Good."

"Are you mocking me?"

He said with annoyance. Maybe he felt like I was laughing at him who was falling. But really, I didn't mean that at all.

"Not mock. I mean it's good you didn't follow him. Why follow such a man?"

"What did you say..? He is the chairman of OSIS and the first ranked student in the third year you know."

"Yes, continue.. I could be even more than that."

"Don't talk nonsense.. How can you be better than my brother?"

"You want a bet?"

"Huh? What bet?"

Kitagawa finally got interested and ate my bait.

"In the beginning of the third year we will. If I manage to make a speech on that podium, you'll have to grant me whatever I want."

"Are you serious?"

Even though I didn't see his expression. But from his voice it was obvious he must have underestimated me.

"Are you scared?"

"Where possible.. Competition at this school is tough. Don't forget, you also have to defeat me first."

"Ga problem. So are we in agreement?"

"Of course, I'll make you grant my wish."

"Yes, let's see.. Who will laugh at the beginning of the third year."

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