Hachiman Hikigaya's Classroom Of The Elite - Volume 1 Chapter 8: Are You Worthy?

Inside the Keyaki Mall convenience store.

Hachiman’s dead fish eyes occasionally drifted behind him. A beautiful and well-proportioned girl, carrying a shopping basket, followed closely. He felt like he could be pierced by the laser eyes of the people around him at any moment.

The one following behind was none other than Horikita Suzune!

Based on his observations today, Hachiman concluded that Horikita Suzune’s appearance could easily rank among the top few in the school.

Hey hey, is this the unfolding of a youth romantic comedy?

Just kidding.

Seeking meaning from accidental phenomena or objective facts is a bad habit of unpopular men. She was only gathering information.

Hachiman approached the refrigerators.

He urgently needed a can of high-sugar max coffee to mend his wounded soul.

The beverages in the refrigerator were abundant, but after searching for a while, he couldn’t find that uniquely designed yellow can.

Hachiman, in disbelief, searched several times again.

“Hey hey, is this for real? None? Why not?”

Hachiman was a bit dumbfounded, even finding it hard to believe.

How could there be no max coffee?

Although max coffee hadn’t covered the entire Japan yet, this was Tokyo, right next to Chiba!

How could there be none?

A school without max coffee could only be evaluated with garbage!

“What kind of school is this, daring to call itself the top school in the country without max coffee? Have some shame at least.”

Hachiman sighed in disappointment.

Although he could make a similar drink himself, the thought of not having authentic max coffee for three years was unacceptable.

No, it’s absolutely unacceptable. This school should just close down and go back where it came from.

“What’s wrong?” Horikita Suzune asked, somewhat puzzled.

The man in front of him seemed like a soft-bodied creature suddenly struck in the spine.

“Nothing, let’s go,” Hachiman shook his head, and Horikita Suzune didn’t pay much attention.

…

Dormitory building.

The two quickly found an empty spot downstairs.

“This is all I know,” Hachiman said helplessly, buying a bottle of coffee milk and drinking it on his own.

Because he wanted to figure out how to convince the school to add max coffee quickly, he spoke quickly. Fortunately, Horikita Suzune in front of him was an honor student.

“I see.”

“The class points and personal points, only Class A has the power to choose their own careers.”

“Your speculation makes sense. From my perspective, it’s undoubtedly the truth.”

Horikita Suzune stood in front of him, with a change in her inner thoughts.

The man in front of her,

Being able to deduce so much from just a few words, although not comparable to her, was still quite outstanding.

After all, obtaining information from others was also a strength.

At least that’s what Horikita Suzune thought.

“How is it?” Hachiman urged.

If it weren’t for these 30,000 points, he would have already wanted to go back and write a proposal to condemn this garbage school.

“Well, your information is valuable enough,” Horikita Suzune said, not breaking her promise.

The two took out their student IDs and figured out the way to transfer the points.

“Student ID.”

Horikita Suzune extended her snow-white hand, and Hachiman, a bit slower, handed his phone to her.

Neither of them felt there was anything wrong since there was nothing sensitive in his student ID.

“The money has been transferred, and I’ve also left my contact information for you.”

Horikita Suzune placed the student ID in his hand and said, “If you have any information in the future, you can tell me. I will offer a reasonable price. But, don’t contact me unless necessary, understood?”

Heh.

This girl really thinks highly of herself.

Could it be that she believes that just because she’s pretty, she can do whatever she wants, and all the men in the world will like her?

“Understood.”

Hikigaya looked at the 130,000 points on the student ID and nodded. Without hesitation, Horikita Suzune turned and left.

Until her figure disappeared, Hikigaya opened his contacts.

Unexpectedly.

The first contact was actually someone from another class, and such a beautiful girl. In the past, he would have been delighted to roll in bed with her.

And without any hesitation, Hikigaya clicked on Horikita Suzune, then clicked on the upper right corner.

Delete!

Who would contact such an arrogant woman!

Goodbye.

Do you even deserve to be in my contacts?

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Back to the dorm.

In the room that came into view, a tidy single bed was placed in the corner, a low table in the center, followed by a desk, and everything from a bathroom to a kitchen.

Hikigaya didn’t mind and sat in front of the desk, taking out paper and pen.

Carefully writing a letter of complaint, condemning this trash school.

Days without max coffee were absolutely intolerable for him.

Until nightfall.

Hikigaya looked at the lengthy text in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

Tomorrow, he would go and criticize the school.

Night fell.

After washing up.

“Komachi, what if you don’t eat well…”

Hikigaya Hachiman sucked in a breath as tears welled up over instant noodles. He didn’t know if Komachi could take care of herself in his absence.

Damn father, forcing him to attend this school.

As a punishment for his father.

He secretly resolved to pursue a master’s degree after graduating from college, staying at home until he was thirty before going to work.

Dad, you better work hard for me!

With thoughts full of longing and concern for Komachi, Hikigaya Hachiman fell into a deep sleep.

From today onward.

He would begin a three-year life of living alone.

…

The next morning.

Close to the time to go to school, Hikigaya woke up leisurely.

After a simple wash-up.

With yesterday’s free toast in hand, he left the room, preparing to eat on the way.

Feeling the occasional breeze on the balcony, Hikigaya looked around unconsciously. After all, it was almost time, and there were almost no students on the road.

It wasn’t intentional to choose this time.

Just unconstrained, he naturally relaxed.

Entering the elevator.

Hikigaya pressed the first floor button, leaning against the wall, and opened a pack of toast to eat. After all, at this time, there was no one around, so it didn’t matter.

However, the elevator quickly stopped at the fourth floor.

He slightly panicked, thinking of putting the bread into his bag. Eating in the elevator was indeed not a very ethical thing to do.

As the elevator door opened, a person’s shadow appeared in front of him.

Hikigaya Hachiman suddenly froze.

It was that poker-faced fish-head from yesterday.

The key issue was.

He kept staring at him.

Staring at the man in front of him holding toast, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka hesitated.

In theory, the two knew each other.

But with just a nod, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka didn’t know how to handle it.

Most importantly.

There was suspicion of the other party being a stalker, and there were crumbs at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he had just eaten in the elevator, and it would be embarrassing if someone saw. Maybe it’s better to wait until later to go in.

Two pairs of dead fish eyes stared at each other for a moment, and neither spoke.

Hikigaya finally understood the other’s meaning, handed over a piece of toast, and thought, “You’ve been staring at me for so long just for this bread in my hand.”

Well, it’s free, so take it. Can you stop staring now?

“Um…”

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka fell into contemplation for a moment before saying, “No need, thank you.”

He was about to be late, and standing here for too long might leave a bad impression on his classmates. Considering the pros and cons, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka entered the elevator and leaned against Hikigaya’s side.

Although it wasn’t ideal, standing in front might feel somewhat dangerous. After all, the other party gave him bread, indicating an intention to establish a good relationship. It was likely a test of his boundaries. This man was truly too dangerous.

On the other hand, Hikigaya also sank into silence. If it wasn’t for the bread, why were you staring at me yesterday and today!?