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Gifted Academy: The Perfect Student

Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life. Who really is Mizuhara Ayato? Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle. Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature? *** Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love. Why does she do this? I still don't know. It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed. Now it's my turn. However, my heart is not so easily played with. ** ____ Official Discord: https://discord.gg/T395tt4HUU

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Language of the Genius - Part 1

I was walking through the classroom building when I heard the intrusive melody of Chopin's Etude Op. 25 No. 5. It was a piece I had heard many times throughout my stay in the Ideal Human Project. However, I noticed that it was being played on a piano a few rooms down.

I decided to go over and see who was playing it.

Gently, I slid open the door to one of the music rooms that was near the end of the classroom building. I tried to keep the creaking to a minimum as I glanced in to find a familiar white-haired girl sitting elegantly at the grand piano.

I listened to the rest of the piece as she played. From what I could tell, the piece was played completely flawlessly—in an almost robotic sense. Eventually, it concluded as she softly closed the lid on the keys.

Without even looking over, she began speaking to me.

"Long time no see, Ayato."

"That was nice. I can tell you played it perfectly to the composer's writing."

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