Ethereal Paradigm: Pseudo-Sociopath In Another World 16 Mundanely Extravagan

-King Solomon

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The teacher's sudden appearance has completely broken the leisure of indolent silence...

More active noises began its intrusion in the four corners of the cla.s.s, which prior was like a stronghold of formality because of the Prima Donna's presence, and to whom I recently obtained permission to call her by her name's first two syllables, "Celes". Nope, It's not like I'm happy or anything, I am more worried and concerned as to how I can formally introduce myself to these bunch who look at me like I'm some sort of an economic big shot just because I conversed with a famed girl with a Jagger.

"Nays ediya!"

A hyped student screamed at the front, showing this rather enthusiastic aura for such superfluous introductions. He was somehow short and his accent made it seem that he just learned English, which is, of course, an integral requirement for anyone who wants admission in AU. He must have binged-learned the lingo, and that in itself alone should be noteworthy.

"Ok then, that's nice to hear, can we start with you?" the preceptor asked the student seated first of the first row while still brushing off the tiresome look on her face. The student then stood up, showcasing a confident facade whilst wearing an undaunted smile.

First, let me get this straight, I genuinely understand the insignificance and acrimony of 'briefly' describing everyone I just knew. It makes me feel like, I am some undercover agent from the CIA here to unveil the mask of a drug lord, but I feel the need to do so otherwise.

"Affirmative teach. It's Zen... Zen Wolfenschstein. I am from the outskirts of NYC USA and probably the same as everyone, I attended this school for the new it has to offer and for some other reason. " The first student confidently said maintaining eye contact with almost everyone, except Celes who was beside me, and also, me. It was like he was somehow rejecting our coexistence in the cla.s.s. Still, something piqued a bit of my interest as he spoke...

"For some other reasons?" If I were to judge that line, it has some deep meanings hidden amidst an iceberg, as his face suddenly shifted from confidential to worrisome. Yet, I know that I must care less, because as unapparent it may seem, everyone is fighting a battle I know nothing about, and for that, they reserve the right for privacy.

"And as for my favorite quote, it's one from Nietzsche. 'What is evil? Whatever springs from weakness'" the Wolfenschstein descent added, with a little vigorous pose at the end. But wow... It never occurred to me that Nietzsche is still making his legacy on youths. Although I'm quite sure that we're the last of the kind... Ready to go extinct anytime soon.

Well, it is clear that he is going to be the next school heartthrob judging by his physical build, and I bet he also had some brain cells to showcase. Interesting indeed. I mean, again it's not like every day you get to be cla.s.smates with someone that knows a dime about philosophical literature.

Then the cla.s.s, especially those spicy type of girls who I presume, only had their eyes on hot lads vehemently gave him a round of applause. Yeah right. I guess we have our Mr. Autonomous University Idol of the year, yet I wonder how the renowned Prima Donna is acting, Celes I mean, eheem. Is she perhaps one of those types?

I looked, only to be proven wrong the moment my eyes met her direction. She was focused, taking down notes, probably of the names that could be a possible threshold of academic compet.i.tion. Yep. That is certainly what an honor student would call 'mundane' and nothing more but a daily paradigm, noting even the slightest bit of information, integral or useless it may be.

"Next!" Ms. Ludenburgh signaled the continuation. A female cla.s.smate which could be cla.s.sified as a "Lolita" under the rules of an animated world then showed herself, she then inhaled thrice the normal and vociferously shouted, with rather a shy yet trying expression...

"H-HI E-EVERYONE! I... I am Charlotte Shirehart, from Britain. I may be shy b-but I hope to get along with everybody... Ha...hajimemashte! "

Hajimemashte? Oh right, she wants to narrow down the cultural differences, but I think that was rather too superfluous to boot as everybody here came gnashing the last of their brain cells just to be fluent with the international lexicon. Still, I think that would do the trick (if I were to compare it with myself that is, who have no idea or whatsoever how to introduce myself properly without achieving some mishaps).

Ms. Loli... Ms. Shirehart I mean, sat down on her seat looking all flushed by the intense outmaneuvering of self-reserves. The cla.s.s even gave her acceptable applause and you can even hear boys, 2 or three seats away from her talking all "She's cute" and as well as Asian girls whispering "Kawaii", which also translates to "cute" in English, fortunately.

"Care to introduce yourself mister?" the teacher continued. The next-in-line Asian stood up with this proud and muscular appearance, with chest out and eyes looking directly at the whiteboard.

"Daerenji Nakamura, you can call me 'Renji' for short. I am from Kyoto j.a.pan and was the former National President of the country's Supreme Student Councils"

Oh. We got ourselves another excellency, a leader at that! If I were to guess, he will be this cla.s.s' representative and its rather fortunate to have someone like him around, especially during school events. I made up my mind, I'm gonna give him my privilege of becoming ruler over this cla.s.s. No wait, Celes could probably be a better candidate.

As thoughts came flying to me like that, I could hear the rapid movement of a pen over some rough paper surface at my right side. It's Celeswriting down notes, more aggressively.

I took several glimpses of her, while the future cla.s.s representative is still introducing himself without a taint of mediocrity and with lengthy speeches that I considered unessential balderdash. Celes was writing faster, writing down everything that the Renji guy had been spouting so far. I guess she even wrote even the most insignificant ones. It probably is because this guy is the most appealing to be in her academic tier. A clear chance for a cla.s.s rival.

And again, by Celes accepting a cla.s.s office, I proved myself wrong. Someone as dully compet.i.tive as she is would probably have no interest or whatsoever on joining any school clubs or holding any cla.s.s office. A consecutive honor student would be usually reading books and studying at all times, and they would rather utilize their time for some personal gain rather than for a certain population. In a more ergonomic phrase, grade-sensitive students will try their hardest to make their school lives as gray as it can be rather than rose-tainted. I can understand the logic at least cause I had been there... and I did not like the incineration.

"As for my favorite quote sensei. It's "Leadership is not a t.i.tle, but action and an example." Mr. representative at long last ended of what was supposed to be a normal introduction, spiced to become more like the princ.i.p.al's despised speech on the entrance ceremony.

"Arigathanks for that none-pa.s.sive introduction Renji-Kun. Well, cla.s.s, you got yourself a possible cla.s.s representative!" Ms. Ludenburgh said with a little annoyed expression escaping from her young stiffened face, probably because of the time consumed within that one introduction. The cla.s.s then started to cheer for the Renji guy as he slowly got back in his seat, with this leadership aura.

"Whoooo! Mr. President, it is"

"We're counting on you!"