"This world would be boring without characters who consider themselves the navel of the universe!"

Today, I enter the most prestigious high school in the city. It's not easy to get into this school. Coincidentally, the president of this school has a big secret and I'm the one who knows it. When revealed, there will be a bit of drama to create a big wave of publicity. If anyone has a rare opportunity like this, they will have applied for the best class. I, on the contrary, apply for the worst class. The reason is straightforward. That place where there are many interesting things to build the story with evil characters… The teacher of that class is a pretty young woman who looks intellectual but timid and immature. Although standing next to her, she says nothing but still shivers unsightly. Coming into the class, I look around the class and also learn the use of the gold board. The top class will have the best facilities, but this class looks like a vacant room for a long time. Enter the classroom, curious eyes mixed with contempt look at me. Really interesting!

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'Hi everyone. I am Ivy. Nice to meet you y'all.'

My seat is at a table near the bottom next to the window. The bell rings at the end of the class. It's a 30-minute break between classes. This class, although ranked at the bottom, is extremely hard-working. The sound of writing on paper never stops, everyone bowed, and no one dares to take a single step out. Looking around, there is nothing good. Boring! I stand up and go out of class. As soon as I step out of the classroom door, a boy spreads his arms to stop me.

'Hey newbie, you might not know the rules of this class. Only the 10 best students can go out to play. The rest have to study.'

This guy's words sound… too confident. I look around and it is true. There are only a few people going out in the class. The rest are worried, squirming, neither protesting nor angry. Glancing at him, the class president is not him. Moreover, this idiotic rule cannot be made by that gentle teacher. It could only be him - the navel of the universe.