"So, why exactly am I here with you guys?!"
Shiro sat with his arms crossed, propping up his head. His eyes were hidden under a dark shadow, and the powerful aura he exuded made everyone in the room uneasy.
If things had gone as planned, he should be researching his Okinawa trip right now—not hanging out with a bunch of degenerates from school!
Right after the tennis tournament, they received a very generous prize, and the upperclassmen unanimously decided to use it for a training camp!
And the location they chose?
The very place they'd been dreaming of: Miyako Island in Okinawa!
Shiro had been really looking forward to this trip, he even planned a shopping spree in a few days to prepare.
However… just when he was riding that high, he was kidnapped straight into the school cafeteria!
And worse…
Looking around at the sleazy, perverted guys surrounding him, Shiro knew—this was not a wholesome group.
"Kitahara, I think you owe me an explanation."
Shiro glanced toward Iori. As long as this bastard was involved, he didn't even need to think to know who the ringleader was.
"I really didn't want to say this, but… Shiro, you'll be sitting next to me during the exam!"
Iori folded his arms and said it in the calmest, most righteous tone ever.
(???)
"I refuse."
Shiro flat-out rejected him. He didn't even know what kind of exam this was!
!!!
"We're best friends, Shiro! We've grown up together since we were kids, how can you be like this?!"
Iori slammed the table and shouted. This was his only hope!
Kōhei, Yamamoto, and Nojima all looked at Shiro with hopeful eyes too—it was obvious they were all in on it.
Yep, the four of them had teamed up to kidnap Shiro again…
"Who the hell kidnaps their childhood friend with other people?! And stop calling me by name—it's gross!"
"You jerk! Aren't you supposed to be a prodigy?! Sitting next to you should be enough!"
Iori still remembered—this guy had been called a child genius since forever, the kind who could get into university without even studying.
"Don't you still have Chisa?!"
"Chisa…"
Iori's face stiffened. Of course, Shiro wasn't his first choice. It had been Chisa until something went wrong...
Even after begging on his knees, Chisa had refused! Damn it! Things were supposed to be smoothed over already!
"Shiro-kun! We're counting on you!" ×2
Seeing the deadlock, Yamamoto and Nojima stood up and bowed deeply, begging without a shred of their usual arrogance.
(???)
"How the hell do you guys manage to kidnap someone and then beg for help without any shame?!"
Seeing how shameless they were, Shiro had no idea what to say anymore.
Though they hadn't known each other long, he'd gotten a pretty good sense of this degenerate squad—they never let go once they locked onto a goal!
"Sigh… fine, I guess I'll reluctantly help you this once. Time to show you guys what true genius looks like!"
"OH!!"
"Long live Kamishiro-kun!"
"Shiro! I knew you'd never abandon us!"
"Shiro, I'll even let you watch my precious rare Lalaka-chan movie collection!"
Hearing the group's cheers, Shiro proudly lifted his chin. Since there was no way to avoid this, he'd just have to play the genius role like a pro!
It had been a while since he'd gotten to flaunt his "genius" persona in front of others—he'd use this exam as his stepping stone to godhood!
Wait… what exam was it again?
With a deeply intellectual look in his eyes, Shiro turned to Iori. "So… what exactly is the next exam?"
"…."
The cheers stopped abruptly. Everyone looked at him in stunned disbelief.
Yamamoto and Nojima even pointed at Shiro and gave Iori a questioning look.
They'd only helped kidnap Shiro because this bastard Kitahara had said he was a top student.
And now? The guy didn't even know what subject the exam was in?!
Their trust in Shiro's so-called genius instantly plummeted to rock bottom.
Σ(?д?|||)!!
Even Iori hadn't expected this. He was so shocked he stammered,
"Haha, it's fine! Shiro's a genius, right? There's still time! The next exam is German. Maybe he already knows it!"
He patted Shiro's shoulder with zero concern. He'd seen this childhood friend do freakish things before—solving calculus at age ten, shocking everyone into calling him a prodigy.
Honestly, Iori still didn't know why a genius like Shiro even attended the same school as him. Shouldn't he be at Tokyo University or something…?
Whatever. Maybe fate had him attend this school just so Iori could pass midterms.
"Ahahahahahaha!"
Iori laughed heartily. With Shiro here, they'd be fine!
…He was the only one laughing.
"..."
"Ha…ha…"
Noticing the awkward silence, Iori opened his eyes—only to find Kōhei and the others staring at him and Shiro with weird expressions.
Puzzled, Iori looked over at Shiro—his "genius" best friend looked pale, cold sweat dripping in thick beads.
Shiro mechanically turned to Iori,
"Hey, Kitahara… since when did we have a German class…?"
His heart was breaking. German? He'd already been attending classes for half the semester—how the hell did he not know there was a German course?!
Wasn't he in the mechanical engineering department? Why the hell was there a German requirement?! Wasn't English the standard?!
Why were the Japanese trying to learn something harder than English when they couldn't even speak that properly?!
Okay, yeah, he was called a prodigy when he was little in this world, but—
Come on! Anyone who reincarnated in elementary school with the mind of a 20-something would be considered a genius!
In his past life, he was just an average college student… one who couldn't even pass the English level 4 exam!
Learning German was seriously too much!
(′?`)
Iori froze. He had a really bad feeling.
"You know… it's that class you always sleep through? I thought it was because you already knew it?"
(′｀;)?
"That was German? I thought it was the foreign guy teaching us Druid language or something…"
(メ｀ロ′)/
Iori lost it. He grabbed Shiro's shoulders and shook him,
"Who the hell teaches Druidic at a university?! And even if they did, shouldn't you be paying more attention?! You're a genius, Shiro! Tell me you already know German! That you'll pass the exam no problem!"
Feeling the intensity in Iori's gaze, Shiro blushed a little and turned away.
"Iori, the reason I chose this school was because I sucked at history, so I picked Chinese for my foreign language. I don't even know English. Do you really think… I'd know German?"
"PFFT!"
(′?`)
"Why the hell would someone who can learn Chinese not know German?!"
…Maybe because in my last life, I didn't know German either.
Iori: DECEASED!
The cheat-code plan to copy answers failed—because their "academic god" turned out to be a fraud!