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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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Chess Tournament Special Exam - Part 2 [Kanako Hanae]

I watched as Hasegawa's fingers glided across the piano. It was clear that she wasn't some amateur. She had practised... a lot. But not only that, it seemed that music just seemed to grow on her, like a talent similar to mine.

The piece filled my ears, blessing them with beautiful noise. I enjoyed standing by and listening to Hasegawa's playing. I wasn't exactly new to piano either since my father always enjoyed listening to talented musicians, especially pianists. However, from what I could tell, she seemed to be better than any other pianist I had ever heard.

She played the pieces flawlessly, one after another. No matter how difficult the technique was, she made it look easy.

The only thing was that it felt as if her music lacked... emotion.

I don't really know how to explain it. But there seemed to be some sort of emptiness in her playing. It felt like listening to a computer.

Suddenly, she stopped.

"We've got to get to our next match, don't we?" she said.