THIS IS VOLUME 1, THERE ARE MORE BOOKS AFTER THIS, NOT IN ONE BOOK ONLY
(I realized my mistake; this would have much more views lol)
Did I finally witness the downfall of my mental state, or perhaps my life. Quite literally?
Shinjiro Akabane. This...
This is probably the moment he's monologuing, so I looked away once I saw him. I didn't really care about it. Many woul probably drool over this.
I'm not even going to take a look at Horikita, it's risky and I don't want to get stopped by her. Besides, what's the point? Take a look at her beauty?
Sorry Ayanokouji, you're on your own with that meeting... I guess.
'Alright, let's just... calm down...'
I began taking deep breaths, I can't be seen like-
"Sir, are you okay?" The male office worker next to me asked. He looked quite tired himself, the work ethnic of Japan huh. That's what I'll soon have to deal with.
"I'm...I'm fine. Thanks." I smiled weakly at him before looking out at the window again.
Since I'm in the world of Classroom of the Elite, I need to know my past, family, wealth, basically everything about me. If there's ever a chance someone who knew this body were to meet me, I would mess up. I don't know who the previous owner was like, their hobbies, their baseline behavior. Nothing...
By this point, my heart was slowing down, and I seem to be a bit more level-headed. Unfortunately, the feeling of anxiety still is lingering.
First thing I went to was to my phone. I check my contacts.
None? There wasn't anyone.
Bank Account?
None as well. Well actually, there were some.
I did check my pockets and took out my ID.
...
"Oi...What the hell?" I whispered to myself. Now I was really disturbed.
I look completely different. A whole 180 degrees if you ask me.
Not. I was joking, I look the same, although I have red-purplish eyes and I look a bit more fit than previously in my world. My hair also looks just a tiny bit browner but meh. I take a look at my name... my new name is "Shinjiro Akabane." The fact that this...person looks almost exactly like me is weird... no not weird.
Utterly disturbing. No... maybe this is a dream. The brain can't make up new faces... right?
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Author: Just imagine him like with red-purplish eyes and brown-Ish hair
Of course, I was still fit previously. It's just that now I'm leaner and thinner while still having the muscles.
'Since I'm in this... place.' I already knew the answer the second I saw my sleeves. I look at my outfit.
Confirmation, I guess. It was the uniform for Tokyo Metropolitain Advanced Nurturing High School.
Most will be excited, I, on the other hand... well.
I have mixed feelings about this.
While it's certainly a wonder that I've been somehow accepted to this school...probably because of this previous person. But... that means I'll have to participate in special exams, be against other's manipulation tactics, and if I'm not careful enough....
