Balfour School. I was admitted to a school where the highest aristocracy or talent in Japan gathers together by some mistake.
Many children of the poor. How unworthy of me, the second of my nine brothers, in downtown...
I've been working for a neighborhood merchant since I was six years old, and I thought it was just a working life.
Honestly, I still don't know what was going on around me.
As the Sunday school teacher, the female general at work, the familiar customers, and the people who usually take care of me, I went to the designated place, took the test, and had an interview, and somehow the notification of passing came.
Everyone sent me out with the same joy as I did. I'm sure it would be a good thing if people always encouraged me that you were talented.
I was so fortunate that I didn't even think about it. No tuition, no work, no number play I love. But it soon disappeared.
Half of the approximately 100 new entrants were reassured to hear that they were commoners, but still had a sense of irrevocable misplacement. Everyone seems very smart, and the guidelines are good when I look at them. At the entrance ceremony, one seat cannot be decided properly. It is very different from me.
Among them, there are particularly prominent groups. I immediately realized that it was a blind presence that attracted the attention of all the people around me. Beautiful men, beautiful women, shiny people anyway. Definitely a nobleman. Exactly the chosen person.
Is it really possible to do things like mine in places like this?
Some friendly children called out to me, but I can't give a clumsy answer. I can't talk smartly in the first place. Even if you can, it would be more fun to think about Hyde's sweepstakes. I don't say I want a friend, so I want to spend at least three years in peace.
My class is once a year. There are sparkling groups of examples, and even the aristocrats seem a little awkward. I wonder if they are very tall people. It doesn't matter to me because it's on the clouds.
Immediately after enrollment, there was a Battle of Welcome Royal.
I didn't expect anything from the beginning. I don't have any friends, and I'm in alone. A few seconds after the start bell rang, he was attacked and dazed off.
Hell's tutoring later (?) There seems to be something called, but it is fine at that time. While we wait, let's discuss Maca Skill prime numbers.
While enthusiastic, the Battle Royal was over sometime. I'm glad you finished well ahead of schedule. The tutoring I did that day was a stroke far beyond my ability to exercise, and it was hell.
But for me, everyday life may be tougher. I can't keep up with people around me. Sometimes I get lost and I can't get to the next classroom.
The clams around me are getting tighter and tighter. Some children would advise me if I was weak, but I don't know how to be strong.
For reference, let's look at the person who seems to be the strongest in the class. Mr. Gladys, apparently. A central figure of sparkling people.
I don't have any friends to talk to, and I don't know the details, but I look very famous. Beautiful, smart, and strong. Separate identities are too different in race to be helpful.
When I look closely, I feel as scared as a nobleman. Conversely, even though ordinary people have admiration and difficulty approaching as if they are seeing a real princess, there may not be many people who are distant.
I don't hate you, either. Because unlike other people, you don't look at me like a fool.
There are a lot of people who bully me and look down on me because of the clumsiness of everything and the bad guidelines. In school, it is particularly common among the nobles. Surrounded and cursed, they are scared and just lie down and wait for the storm to pass. It's arrogant for me to be weaker than that, but very charming for stronger people.
But Gladys doesn't change who he's dealing with. Even the most feared senior student in school, or the weakest common man like me, is not charming or underestimated. Same attitude as everyone else.
Therefore, it seems to be secretly popular among the general public.
Today, as I was walking along with Welbeck's expectations, I fell flashy in the classroom and jumped on three involved boys.
Oh, why am I like this? If you get enthusiastic about something, you lose sight of anything. It's embarrassing and annoying to people.
Gladys is surprised as he looks around, but there is no color of contempt. All the sparkling people around her are like that. I wonder if there are nice people around.
Maximilian and Viola were very helpful when they picked up all the materials that I had knocked out. My injury heals quickly, but I can't pay for broken equipment.
Mr. Chiaran called me when I fell.
And for some reason, Yuka said, "Be friends!". - Why are you with me?
That afternoon, during the classroom trip, I was found, in particular, by senior students who saw me as their enemy.
Taken to an unpopular place, as usual, and cursed violently.
I know why you can stay in this school so slowly, it's a waste of taxes, it's useless and inappropriate, so stop it - it's hard to be honest.
But if we stay here, we can pave the way to college, and we can't screw up people who are committed to enrolling and their families.
Oh, I wonder why these people care about me. You'd better leave us alone so we can have meaningful time together.
Even as it got smaller and waited for the time to pass, the storm of cursing stopped sharply.
Strangely raised her face, Ms. Gladys was behind them.
"Hello," he said with a smile, and the three senior students blued their faces and fled.
This is your first relationship with Gladys.