CHAPTER 29: THE SHOCKWAVES OF CLASS 2-A (part 1)
*"My name is Renjiro Hoshino...
I am very happy to meet you all."*
These were the regular, trembling, and internally shivering words that Renjiro kept repeating in his mind while standing right outside the door, just to ensure his voice wouldn't waver when he finally stood before the class.
He was repeatedly trying to suppress the lingering fear and the dread of being a laughingstock from his Hakuho High days.
But the weight of his heavy body, his suffocatingly tight uniform, and the terror of how people would stare at him had completely shaken his confidence.
Just then... amidst all the preparation and the mental tension of those words, the massive, muscular, and broad frame of Principal Isamu Hayashida moved slightly to the side.
As he stepped toward the wall, the path to the door of Class 2-A cleared completely, and Renjiro entered the class with very slow, hesitant, and deliberate heavy footsteps.
The moment his massive 150 kg body, bloated physique, and tight school uniform—which was straining against his bulging body—appeared between the expensive mahogany panels on the walls, the entire atmosphere of the class was shattered by intense shockwaves!
This entry was so strange and unexpected that it was nothing less than a massive mental shock for the elite students.
At that very moment, all the rich, beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy-girl-related lustful fantasies running through Yoshiro Kurosawa's mind were instantly reduced to a pile of dust.
Not just Yoshiro, but the grand and glamorous daydreams harboring in the minds of the other regular students were also completely shattered in an instant the moment they saw this 150 kg body at the door.
The temperature of the room seemed to drop suddenly, and all the students, who were standing in a strict military formation until now, were left frozen in absolute horror.
Their eyes remained wide open, their minds stopped processing, and every face froze in place, staring at this new student.
The entire class was in such a state of immense psychological shock that no one had even dreamt of it while coming to the academy that morning.
Amidst this awkward silence, one regular student standing in the middle of the class, who was rigid due to the fear of the teacher and Principal, couldn't suppress his astonishment.
He gripped his head and whispered in sheer bewilderment to his friend without moving his neck:
*"Hey, what is this?
What kind of a grand joke is this !
From where did this fat cactus arrive in place of a beautiful flower in this elite class!"*
His throat was parched with fear, but the massive weight standing at the door was giving his mind a jolt.
Hearing his weak and terrified voice, another girl standing right behind him made a tearful face and whispered in sorrow:
*"Oh no, what just happened...
where did my handsome dream boy go?"*
The sketch of a macho, handsome, and rich transfer student she had in her mind was completely shattered after seeing this 150 kg bloated mountain and his uniform on the verge of popping open.
But standing right behind all these crying and stunned students was another guy, in a world of his own.
He was feeling relieved. Holding his chest and taking a light breath of relaxation, he thought smugly and cunningly in his mind:
*'Well, this new guy turned out to be nothing but a bloated elephant!
Hahaha,
I was unnecessarily sweating,
thinking some monster or gangster was coming to take my spot...
phew, what a relief.'*
The fear inside him had vanished that some dangerous monster was coming to take his position.
The entire class was internally bursting with laughter, but they were standing like rigid statues in front of their desks in a military formation.
Not a single student had the courage to put a hand over their mouth or move even slightly, because they knew well what happened when discipline was broken at Hoshigawa Academy.
Standing right in front, under the terrifying aura of Principal Isamu Hayashida and the sharp, shiny red eyes of Miss Ryouko Saegusa, showing any such gesture was equivalent to inviting death.
A strange, suffocating, intense, and dumb-struck silence engulfed the classroom, where every beautiful face was frozen after seeing this new student.
But amidst this shock, surprise, and suppressed laughter, standing near the window seat was the official Class Supporter Himari Suzuki.
17-year-old Himari had a 5.7 feet (175 cm) tall frame, and with her slim and healthy body structure, her red-brown chocolate hair was tied in low twin tails, while her dark blue eyes held an innocent aura.
She was naturally very shy, pure, and soft-hearted, getting nervous quickly and wanting to help everyone.
But at this moment, seeing the new student at the door, her cheeks turned bright red in an instant.
Himari, out of nervousness and fear, gripped her personal diary tightly with both hands and pressed it against her prominent, voluptuous bust size.
She whispered in her mind in an incredibly cute, soft, and sweet voice:
*'He is so cute and adorable...
I don't know why everyone is making fun of him.'*
A strange longing and a unique sparkle appeared in her dark blue eyes.
Completely different from the taunts and hatred of the other students, she found this new student to be incredibly innocent, far from any malice, and cute like a big soft teddy bear , which stirred a protective feeling within her.
At that very moment, standing at the standard bench in the very front row, official male monitor Tsuyoshi Taro stared at Renjiro with a serious and rigid demeanor, without any mockery, through his rust-colored eyes.
His disciplined, rule-abiding, and bullying-intolerant mind immediately calculated this new visual structural shift in depth.
Taro could clearly see through his sharp eyes that this new student,
with his overweight body and terrified demeanor, was going to become an immediate and easy target for the toxic,
blood-thirsty sharks of this elite class. Without changing his expression,
Taro tightened his grip on his leather gloves, and with a firm thought to maintain order and fairness, he decided in his mind:
*'As long as I am the monitor of Class A,
I will not allow anyone in this room to act on their own cruel whims.'*
To be continued ...