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Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life.

Who really is Mizuhara Ayato? 

Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle.

Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature?

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Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love.

Why does she do this? I still don't know.

It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed.

Now it's my turn.
However, my heart is not so easily played with.
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Gifted Academy: The Perfect Student

The night before, memories of the karaoke session with Fujiharu, Kimura, and Kinoshita flooded my mind as I slowly stirred from my slumber. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of detachment, as if I were an observer instead of an active participant in the event. As I got out of bed and went through my morning routine, thoughts of the previous night lingered in the back of my mind, but I pushed them aside and focused on the tasks at hand.


I made my breakfast, ate it in silence, and left the dormitory for school. The empty halls and classrooms were a familiar sight as I made my way to class, the only sound being the echo of my own footsteps.


I took my seat, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as I sat in the quiet classroom. I knew that soon, the room would be filled with chatter and energy, but for now, it was just me, alone with my thoughts.


New Ideals, New Thoughts - Part 5