The first afternoon's work

He finished his invitation and kindly expelled us from the place with the excuse that the renovations are not yet finished. He didn't tell us his name, and I think he intentionally avoided telling us. The boss wears a school uniform, and he has the authority to open a place. He's probably a third-grader, or a second-grader with connections within the student council. The second possibility is implausible, since the current student council, led by Horikita Manabu, is impartial and honestly defends the school's S-system. So, he is a third grade student, who belongs to class A. The elite within the elite.

An ominous feeling now surrounds his silhouette in my subconscious. You're about to graduate from the top school in the country with honors, have an exorbitant amount of points, and use your power to open a small bakery on the worst floor of Keyaki Mall.

Something dark is behind all this. And Bread-kun is participating. He's not a simple person.

"I'm rich. Why are we going to work?" Stalker-kun was angry. He wanted to enjoy his million-dollar school life to the fullest, and work wasn't in his plans.

"You should have asked us before making that decision," said Lonesome-kun.

"It's been two weeks, and our class is a piece of crap. The purpose of high school is to turn students into disciplined men who serve society. At the beginning of the month, we were given 100,000 points for being admitted by the school, in other words, points are awarded for specific reasons. So far, has our class given any reason to receive at least one point?"

"Do you think we won't get points next month?!"

"Then we must tell this to our classmates"

"Doing that would be a mistake."

"Why?"

"He who is comfortable in his pleasures and bad habits will not hear with pleasure about an impending judgment. The history of Christianity has proved this. If you want them to listen to us, we must wait until they receive their punishment.

"Maybe if we..." Stalker-kun didn't understand my words, but when he saw Lonesome's sympathetic look, he was silent.

I knew Lonesome-kun would agree with me. He's a socially active and hardworking guy, but he's suffered many disappointments. This has helped him grow up, and I'm happy to have recruited him.

What father doesn't rejoice in the virtues of his children?

That was one of the phrases my present father used to say before he came here.

The pride of the original Koenji certainly did not come from his father. He is someone very nice and helpful. On the other hand, his mother... I don't want to talk about her.

"Let's go to the game room," I said. I want to encourage Stalker-kun, and at the same time keep him away from the shops.

This job is an opportunity for him to stop spending his points recklessly, and start earning them. The last time I saw his account, he had 60,000; in just two weeks he spent 40,000 yen!

What a waste!

Those points will be very important in the future, we are not just a group of friends. We are a cell that seeks to grow, and the points will be the basis of our plans.

The next afternoon, we went to Senpai and he gave us roles immediately. Stalker-kun and Lonesome-kun were chosen to be Bread-kun's helpers in the kitchen.

Where am I?

I'm at the entrance promoting the store with a tray in my hand, which has many free samples. I feel like Senpai wants me to stay away from internal affairs. But I don't have enough information to guess why.

So, a group of girls came by me.

"It smells delicious."

"That's right. Take a sample, it's free."

"Thank you!"

"It's delicious! I don't think I can afford it."

"Don't worry Senpai... ( I raised the volume of my voice so the boss could hear) this is the first floor, I'm sure there are discounts for class D"

"How do you know I'm a sophomore?"

"The first month hasn't passed for freshmen, senpai"

"Oh, so you know about that."

"Eat more," I offered nicely.

"Jiji, you are a very cute kohai. Try hard on the English exams, they're important."

"Huh?", but they went into the bakery and didn't follow the conversation.

"I want a sample."

"me too"

The delicious aroma of the samples attracted many people, and I did not have time to meditate on what the senpais told me. Often, I had to fill my basket. If this continues, I will drive the business into bankruptcy; because many students were eating and not buying anything. It's normal, they are poor students from class D, who are used to living off school subsidies; water bottles and vegetables.

However, not all the students in these classes are poor, because some of them bought the most expensive products.

Can you be among the poor and not be poor?

Observation has shown that you can.

How is this so?

It will be a year before I know the answer to that question. So don't think about it for now.