How to Live as a Futanari Commoner at Monmusu Girl Academy

“Ah─ Really! Isn’t the student record comprehensive screening process annoying? Fuck Susichung.”

“So, why do regular fighters like us have to lose money because of bitches who got first place at a shitty school?”

Before I graduated from high school, I remember smiling and being silent while listening to the gyaru talking next to me.

They were gyaru with S-level brains in the province, and even though they had report cards with 1’s in the grade column, they were worried because they were not accepted to the National Soul Academy just because they were majoring in liberal arts.

Of course, like a gyaru duo that obeys clichés these days, one was white-blonde and the other was black-haired, and both had squinty eyes and overflowing oils, but that wasn’t important.

What was important was the piece of paper folded and kept in my arms.

So that the two people wouldn’t notice, I opened the paper and read it over and over again, as if I was double-checking the words I had read.