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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

EvanMu · สมจริง
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169 Chs

One Day, So Many Days Ago

Sometimes, one person is all you need to change everything forever.

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Everyone else is out having fun. That's fine. I'm happy for them. However, despite what the carer says, I really am fine, sitting here on the grass. The soft breeze against my face, the slightly salty taste in my mouth, the fluffy, loose dirt between my fingers—I am enjoying myself. Like everyone else, this was my first time truly being free by myself.

Anyways, this wasn't the first time I'd been let outside—there was also that one chess competition a while ago.

Suddenly, I heard a soft, gentle voice right beside my ears.

"Hey, who are you~?"

"Huh?"

It was a young girl, no older than I was. Swaying in the wind was light, chestnut-like hair flashing the glares of the sun. Glimmering through the individual strands of hair, the bright sun peeked its way through. I wouldn't realise it at the time, but it was the first time that the world appeared with colour through my eyes.

"I said, who are you~"