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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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Lottery Special Exam - Part 2

As usual, I arrived at class earlier than most other students.

Somewhat unusually, I noticed that someone was sitting in my seat. It was a girl who I had talked to a little since the beginning of the Tachibana system, although we hadn't really been acquainted very deeply. Whilst the seating plan wasn't designated, generally, people would just sit in the same spot they always sat.

I didn't really care that much and simply sat down in the seat one spot forward.

"Mizuhara, aren't you going to say anything about how I'm sitting in your seat?"

I placed my bag on the ground.

"I don't mind."

I took out the book that I had been reading the past few days. For some reason, it seemed that she didn't stop glaring at me. I guess I couldn't just ignore it.

"You know, I've thought that you're a little weird."

I sighed, flipping to the page I left off last night.

"That's not very nice."

"I mean it. Shouldn't you care if someone's in your seat?"

Not particularly.