Prologue

I sighed as I am currently in a bus. Not one filled to the brim with sweaty people in 40°C 'spring', but a relatively cool, and not really filled up bus.

Not only is the bus different, I myself, am different.

Not mentally... well, I do seem to have an effect on my mentality, but the more glaring change is physically.

I am no longer in my fat body.

I clearly remember dying, because I rammed into a running truck while I was looking at my phone, reading a light novel.

This time, Truck-kun wasn't at fault.

The next thing that happened was that I was in this bus. I didn't act surprised, because I knew how isekai works.

I looked at my reflection in the bus's window, and instead of an average university student who has gotten fat due to being lazy, I was a ridiculously beautiful and fit ojou-sama.

Horikita Suzune. The name instantly flooded in my mind.

Along with lots, and lots of memories.

I realised that I reincarnated into the world of 'Classroom of the Elite' the light novel I was reading after watching the anime.

And as the Tool no. 1.

Sigh. Despite obtaining such a capable body, I am not happy.

I have finished my school years long ago, and was set out for inheriting the family business since I was close to graduating. It wasn't a multi-billion corporation, but a fairly well established business that even if I left it as it is, I would have enough money to live lavishly for the rest of my life.

Afterall, it was a coaching institute, which is more or less a legal overpriced scam.

Yet, I am stuck in school again. And not a normal one.

ANHS, a very anime-y school. Realistically, no government will spend so much money on one school. Maybe a university, but not on a school, and that too only for just 480 high schoolers.

And the people are also very anime-y. It's good to read in a novel, but not in real life.

And I am stuck in a really good class, class D.

Ike, Sudo, YamaGod and such who are criminals and should be in jail, Koenji, I would rather not talk to, and a criminal-ly criminal politician's son, who takes cares of crimes of his criminal politician friends, including the Prime Minister, or leader of opposition, I don't really remember the details.

And there is the bitch, Kushida, who wants to expel me just because we were from the same middle school.

Just this whole drama is making my head hurt.

The only good thing about this situation is that I am really pretty, with a very intelligent brain and capable body, and...

Eh? I can't think of anything else.

What about me?

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head, which sounded suspiciously like smol, chibi Horikita. And it... she sounded like she was whining... like a kid.

I kept my poker face, and asked the voice in my head.

'Who are you?'

'I don't know... wait! I can look into your memories... but it will be rude...'

Okay...

This... is getting... weird...

But considering the last fanfiction I was reading before dying...

'Are you perhaps, a symbiote?'

I don't know.

...

I should go to washroom as soon as I get into the school. I am 99% sure that it is a symbiote.

"Hey, can you give up your seat to the old lady?"

Uggh... I have read enough fanfics to not want to go through this in live adaptation.

Skip.

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Without stopping the politician's boy in his track just because he was looking at me, I entered the school.

I showed the admission letter, and they handed me an ID card, a map, and told me the directions of the class 1-D.

While making some future plans, especially on how to secure money, but mainly focusing on the voice in my head, I asked for the directions of the nearest washroom, and entered the school building. As I entered, I instantly felt several eyes on me.

Someone is watching us.

'It's the cameras. Don't worry. We will talk privately in the washroom.'

I entered the washroom, and entered a stall.

'You can come out now'

Yay!

Suddenly, a black blob with white patches emerged from my shoulder.

As expected, it's a symbiote. Judging by its voice and tone like a chibi Horikita, I guess I am its first host.

'Talk to me in the mind. When did you meet me?'

Some minutes ago.

'What's the first thing that you know?'

You going to school in a bus.

Hmm... perhaps this symbiote is developing from my brain, that's why its personality is like kid Horikita?

'Then, I am your Mumma.

Suzu, how do you like this name?'

Suzu is my name? Yay! Thank you Mumma!

I patted it's... her head, and she jiggled. She seems to be a nice symbiote.

I am really lucky. Even though I ran into Truck-kun, not the other way round.

First of all, I became this ridiculously beautiful and fit Horikita. And then, I got myself a symbiote.

'System!'

...

No system huh.

Well, having a symbiote is already being overpowered.

'Alright Suzu, return to Mumma's body. I have to go to class.'

Okay!

She went back into my body, and I got out from the stall.

As I washed my hands, I couldn't help but glance at my reflection.

Now that I think about it, I can certainly become a popular model on my looks alone-

Nah. I have seen more beautiful people than many models in real life, and yet, majority of the successful ones are those who have connections, and several other things.

Moreover, Japan has a pretty toxic culture. It's best to not go into those fields.

I need better ways to make money. I mean, real money.

Horikita's parents are corporate slaves, so I don't have much generational wealth. And relying on the older brother of this girl is useless. He will rather throw her in a drain than to give her some money.

Wait, with Suzu, I can easily become the best athlete in the world.

Hmm... I should consider this as a future option. But for now, let's go to the class. I will figure things out later.

As soon as I entered the already filled class, all eyes were on me. Afterall, I am very beautiful.

'Right, Suzu?'

Yes Mumma!

"Hello! I am Kushida Kikyo! I noticed you on the bus!"

Oh. Here she comes. She will probably try to tell the class in a roundabout way that I didn't help an old lady to get her seat.

Suzu hates her.

'Mumma too.'

I nodded at her, went to the podium, and wrote my new name, Horikita Suzune on the blackboard, with a doodle of nice-to-meet-you with the face of a chibi Horikita.

"Nice to meet you all. I hope we can get along for the next three years."

I said like a prim and proper ojou-sama, nodded at Kushida gracefully, and started 'searching' for my seat as they greeted me and started the introductions.

With this, I have established myself as an important figure in the class. An ojou-sama. Even though I am not, my appearance and grace gives the illusion.

Finally, I found my seat, and it was beside the politician's son.

"Nice to meet you. I am Ayankoji Kiyotaka."

"Nice to meet you as well."

I reserved-ly greeted him, and a plan formed in my mind on how to get away from him. Nothing good will come by getting myself involved with him.

I gave attention to the introductions, and memorized everyone's names and faces.

Among this class, if I don't become politician's son's tool, the most perfect one willl probably be...

Kushida.

If she hadn't threatened him, her stocks might have been more than Horikita, and there could be a chance that Horikita might have been expelled.

While I don't want to become his tool, I absolutely can't let them become close.

Therefore, I should wait for the opportunity to stalk Kushida, capture the evidence, and expel her. Probably after the first month.

She will lose more class points while being in class than be expelled when the class points are zero.

And I have to get all the points from Horikita's brother. That's the least he can do for abusing his little sister.

Younger siblings always copy the older ones, especially when the parents are never home. This goes as far as buying the same style of clothes.

From Horikita's thinking, she actually liked peace and being alone. While being so rude to the point of being a bitch was bad, as the older brother who has a lot of influence on her, he could have explained to her why it is bad, and maybe, got himself friends so that his sister will copy that?

Young Horikita was bright and a happy kid, awfully chatty.

Like Suzu, who probably has Horikita's memories upto Kindergarten. She hasn't looked through my memories because she has learnt enough to understand that is rude to pry.

Anyway, I will receive compensation on Horikita's behalf. And a LOT of emotional damage to Manabu.

Manabu bad?

'Manabu jerk.'

Should I stab him?

...

'No. You can't stab people.'

Not even a little bit? With compass?

'No. Mumma will take care of him.'

'Okay...'

Well, looks like there is a lot I have to teach Suzu. She is sad for being denied to stab people with compass.

I will have to actually become a Mom for this symbiote, Suzu.

Well... It's a small thing for all the benefits that I will get. And, I am already feeling love for her.

I just hope she doesn't eat people's brain. I will have to stock up a lot of chocolates.

Heh. I can eat as many chocolates as I want without worrying about getting fat.

My musings were interrupted as Chabashira-sensei entered the class.

Skip.

No. Many readers might not be aware of Classroom of the Elite. I guess, I will have to actually go over the explanation.

4th Wall Break, I always wanted to do it atleast once.

Heh. I am actually getting excited about going to school again. Because well-

I am here!

Suzu is here.