Chapter 7: Chapter 1.6

The dormitories were to the east of the campus. It consisted of four buildings, each 12 stories high. They were meant to be our homes for the next 3 years and my castle of peace.

It was coed, so you could end up with an attractive student as your neighbor if you're lucky, or you could end up with a terrible neighbor if Lady Luck decided to ignore you like a bitter girlfriend after winning your first argument against her.

The school didn't ban students of the other sex from going into each other's dorm rooms, but they did set certain ground rules, such as no company after 10 p.m. I would assume there is a no sex rule, but considering the fact that I potentially saw a contraceptive wrapper in one of the trash cans, I can’t be too sure now.

I entered the assigned dorm building and stood on the first floor, where the receptionists were stationed.

The cool air conditioning hit me like a falling brick, and the ambiance of the place felt like your run-of-the-mill office setting, complete with potted plants, vending machines, and two elevators.

My room was situated on the 12th floor, so the lift is the obvious option here. Maybe I will take the stairs a couple of times as a form of exercise.

First things first would be securing my key, so I walked towards the receptionist and asked, "Is this where I'll be receiving my key to my dorm room?"

He looked at me with a bit of confusion and then directed my attention towards my right wrist, which had the smart watch.

"That’s your keycard. Everything is preloaded in there, so some friendly advice would be to try not to lose or damage it; a device like that is a pain to live without for any amount of time while in here."

A preloaded keycard on a smart watch—technology sure is advancing at a rapid pace, and now I sound like an elderly person.

After entering the elevator, I selected the 12^th floor button, and the doors closed. Soft elevator music began to play as I slowly bopped my head from side to side.

Finally, the doors opened, and I stepped out onto my floor.

I repeated "Room 115, Room 155" in my head while scanning the different door numbers. After a bit, I stumbled upon the correct number.

There is a scanner next to the door, and I raised my watch towards it.

A short beep was heard, followed by a light click of the door unlocking.

It's pretty exciting, but still, I would have preferred a traditional key over this and while grabbing onto the door handle to turn it, the front door to room 154 swung open.

To my surprise, it was Tachibana Tsubaki. Of course, it is her. The universe decided to give me a tsundere as a dorm neighbor as well.

She instantly noticed me and, in a quick motion, made a U-Turn back into her dorm room while slightly leaving the door ajar, asking, "Are you following me or something?"

In a dry tone, I replied, "Ah yes, Kaneko Miyuki proudly admits to stalking Tachibana Tsubaki because I was indeed mesmerized by her captivating harshness and rainbow-like personality."

She fully opened the door and said, "The sarcasm wasn't necessary."

"Well, it won't be necessary if you avoid asking me dumb questions. It is an easy fix after all.”

Tachibana complained, "Great, I have to deal with you even when we’re not in class."

I turned my door handle. "Can't you see I am thrilled about it as well? I'm practically bursting with excitement."

“Just a free heads up. Avoid becoming Hisoka's friend if you don’t want people to think that you’re a crude person. The way in which he talks and behaves in public is very distasteful.”

She is basing this off the saying, “Show me your friends are and I will tell you who you are.”

It can prove to be a factual thing considering we tend to be a reflection of the people we keep around us.

“Thank you for the advice.”

After that lovely chat with my new neighbor, Tachibana, the first things I checked were the lights and the water, as they were the necessities needed for a comfortable stay.

An estimation of the room would be roughly around 200 square feet, which is your typical-sized dorm room with your own private kitchen and bathroom.

The bed, which is single-person size, is tucked into the corner right next to the window and to the left; there is a laptop on a small desk. Just next to the desk would be my small closet. A few casual sets of clothing was shipped to the school, mainly because I would be in my school uniform the majority of the time.

While sitting on the edge of my bed, the first things I did was remove my school tie and dropped my bag on the ground. I should make a phone call and inform my mother to ship a couple more items to me, so a familiar home like vibe can be reproduced. After pulling out my phone and dialing the number, something odd happened.

My phone call didn’t go through, and neither did my text messages; I retried multiple times to no avail. A bit puzzled now, I tried the next best option, which would be emails.

Expectedly, my email wasn’t sent as well.

• The error mailing address is not registered in the system. Continuous attempts will result in expulsion or a severe penalty.

This is a bit concerning, if I do say so myself.

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A notification appeared on the watch’s screen in the shape of an envelope. I tapped on it, and a copy of the school rules along with guidelines were forwarded to me.

As I looked below the school’s logo, the words "By Any Means Necessary" could be seen. Is this the school’s motto?

Skimming through it, I ran into the equivalent of a brick wall for this current situation

• Contact with the outside world isn’t permitted for students ranked below 10^th place or not in A-Class

Ranked? Students are ranked here?

After exiting the guidelines, I decided to look through each application in detail.

Campus Map

Campus student positioning system (CSPS),

Contacts, email, and calendar

All standard applications apart from CSPS, this is just a candy-wrapped way of saying a tracker for each student.

Continuing to sift through the applications,

Yudell is a school-created messaging service that gives us updates in regards to events. It appears it can be used for private messages as well.

Lifeline is an application that gathers students’ personal points; if the total hits zero, expulsion is issued.

I tapped on the Lifeline app, and it opened.

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Student Name: Kaneko Miyuki

Student ID: M9192189-4

Class Ranking: 1-D

Year group rank: 120th

Total lifeline/wager points: 70 (gained from the reissued entrance exam score)

______________________________________________________________________________

What a development. I’ll have to question Tachibana on this.

The next thing I looked at was the class point application.

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Class Points

Class: A (900pts) –Numbers of times overtaken: 0

Class: B (700pts) –Number of times overtaken: 0

Class: C (500pts) –Number of times overtaken: 0

Class: D (150pts) –Number of times overtaken: 0

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Why the hell does my class have so few points? I wonder if it’s too late to ask for a transfer to A-Class; I'm pretty sure the principal would say, "No takebacks."

I decided to stop there for the night and fall backwards onto my bed.

The only thought running through my mind right now is, "What the heck is this school?"

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