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In April, it was the opening ceremony of Advanced High School... Ayanokōji was wearing a white shirt, a blue tie, and a red jacket as the upper half of the uniform, and green trousers as the lower half.
Standing at the bus station, waiting for the bus to Gao Di Yu Cheng High School.
"Boss, I passed the assessment too!"
"Is that so?" Ayanokoji responded listlessly to Katagiri Chishi, then lowered his head in contemplation.
It looks like my guess was right.
The Talent development institution is very special in this country.
The admission requirements for such a school should be quite strict, rigorous, and even militarized management wouldn't be surprising. However, the conditions for participating in the assessment are surprisingly lenient.
This made Ayanokōji very curious. So, he signed up for the assessment, but did not go to take the exam or interview.
And as a result of doing so, Ayanokōji was still admitted.
This is already enough to prove that the school authorities do not take the entrance examination seriously.
Ayanokōji proved this point through his actions.
He was able to confirm this through Katagiri Chishi's words.
Katagiri Chishi After signing up, I didn't take the exam, I just went for the interview, but I was still admitted.
From this, it can be seen that the entrance examination of highly developed higher education institutions is just a superficial formality. The actual decision on admission is made long before the entrance examination, at the time of application.
I'm afraid that this school had already conducted a survey of the junior high school students who applied for the assessment in advance.
For this Talent development institution created and led by the state, achieving such a thing is simply a trivial matter.
In the process of student registration, the school has already decided on the list of admissions. In other words, only those students who are judged to be qualified to attend the school after the registration process will be allowed to enroll.
As a result, the entrance examination has become a mere formality. It was all decided in the investigation and decision-making process after registration.
As long as the students on the list after the registration survey are not screened, the other party will be brushed down.
In this way, Ayanokōji only registered, skipped the exam, skipped the interview, gave up the entire entrance examination, and the problem of being able to enter the school after all can be explained.
As for Katagiri Chishi, he remembered his father mentioning that there was a senator with the surname Katagiri, and many big shots in the Cabinet were his classmates.
How should I put it, you should all understand.
As for why Katagiri Chishi turned to a life of delinquency, who knows?
"Boss, the bus is coming soon."
The thoughtful Ayanokōji was startled by Katagiri Chishi's words.
Not far away, a bus was slowly coming to a stop.
"Click!"
The bus door opened.
Ayanokōji and Katagiri Chishi got on the bus and sat in the back row.
To his right was a person with waist-length black hair, a bow on the right side, and long braids, paired with a pair of fox-like eyes, exuding an "unapproachable beauty" aura.
She was completely absorbed in her book and was not disturbed at all.
"Boss, I've been assigned to Class B. Which class are you in?"
"D class."
Katagiri Chishi is very unhappy that she can't be in the same class as the boss.
After he applied to the advanced training school, he only had one interview and he passed.
He was very puzzled, but he didn't want to think about it further.
He is afraid because of that man, he can only pass through.
Ayanokōji casually echoed Katagiri Chishi at the time.
A short distance ahead of Ayanokoji, an elderly woman stood unsteadily, as if on the verge of falling, creating a sense of danger. Just as he was about to approach, a woman dressed in an office lady style reached out to support the elderly woman.
Sitting arrogantly on the Priority seats with his legs crossed and humming a song, a golden-haired high school student asked, "Don't you think you should give up your seat?"
"Hey, you over there, didn't you see that the old lady is in distress?"
The woman with an office lady style seems to want him to give up the Priority seats for the old woman.
Her clear voice spread throughout the quiet car, naturally attracting the attention of those around her.
"It's really a crazy question, Lady."
The blond boy grinned.
"Why do I have to give up my seat for this old woman? There's really no reason at all."
The woman naturally retorted, "The seat you are sitting in now is the Priority seats, so of course you should give it to the elder, right?"
"I can't understand."
"Even if it's the Priority seats, there is no legal obligation to give up the seat."
"At this moment, whether to move or not is for me, the current occupant of this seat, to judge. Should a young person give up their seat?"
"Hahaha! What a nonsensical idea."
Ayanokōji felt a chill run down his spine as the blond youth's words were mixed with English, making him feel awkward.
"I am a healthy young person, and I don't really feel uncomfortable standing, but it obviously consumes more energy than sitting. I don't intend to do something meaningless without benefits. Or are you going to give me a tip?"
The woman was furious and ready to use her power to oppress others.
"Is this the attitude to speak to your elders!"
The blond youth continued to speak at a steady pace.
"Elder? You have lived a longer life than me with the old woman, this is very clear and beyond doubt."
"The term 'elder' refers to someone of higher status."
He paused for a moment.
"And you have a problem too. Despite the age difference, don't you also display an extremely arrogant and condescending attitude?"
The woman was trembling with anger.
"What...! You're a high school student, right? Listen to the adults when they're talking!"
...
When the woman and the blond youth were arguing, Ayanokōji and Katagiri Chishi were ready to give up their seats.
Then, they were splendidly preempted.
A cheerful and energetic girl with shoulder-length chestnut hair stepped forward to support the woman. Then, the blonde boy had nothing to say in response.
I can only ask other passengers to give up their seats.
"Everyone, please listen to me for a moment. Is there anyone willing to give up their seat for this elderly lady? Anyone can do it, please."
What kind of courage, determination, and thoughtfulness does it take to say this sentence? This is definitely not an easy thing to do.
"Perhaps the girl will be seen as lacking common sense and annoying by those around her because of this kind of speech. However, the girl is fearless and earnestly expresses her thoughts to the passengers."
Ayanokōji looked around and noticed that most people either pretended not to see or hesitated, including the Aloof beauty.
And Katagiri Chishi quietly urged Ayanokōji.
"Boss, let me give up my seat!"
Katagiri Chishi was just about to get up.
Seeing this, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka furrowed his brow imperceptibly.
Shortly after, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka let out a quiet sigh, got up from his seat, and stood silently to the side. This action drew the attention of many people in the car to Ayanokōji Kiyotaka.
The energetic girl supporting the old woman was momentarily surprised, then, as if understanding something, she smiled at Ayanokōji Kiyotaka.
"Thank you!"
It was a kind and cheerful smile.
The energetic girl nodded with a smile on her face and opened up a path in the crowded crowd, guiding the old woman to an empty seat.
The elderly woman continued to express her gratitude as she slowly walked over. Katagiri Chishi also hurriedly got up, wanting to stand next to Ayanokōji.
"Boss, you're so cunning, pretending to be a good person all by yourself."
Ayanokōji held down Katagiri Chishi and reprimanded him.
"You think I didn't notice that you're injured. Where did you go to fight again?"
"Be good and go sit down for me."
The intellectual and cool beauty next to him glanced at Ayanokoji and then immersed herself in the sea of books.
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