My ears hurt and so should yours -- A Classroom Of The Elite Fan's Writings

we all know where this is going

WARNING: All events are fictional only, including chemicals stated.

All staff and students were teleported in a giant hall for no apparent reason other than plot importance. Beside the giant screen, a wrinkled man with a combover of dark grey hair that looked about 60-70 years old stood behind a microphone like a motivational speaker. He was Acting Director Tsukishiro.

"Before we start, the recently discovered virus BOVID-21, although not yet declared a pandemic had spread globally and there is another cluster, this time in the same island as our school. Due to this, there would be no outdoor activities, no outdoor special exams, vacci◯at◯◯n of new students next year and you have to stay in your dormitory rooms past midnight. Everyone must maintain a minimum of 3-metre social distancing after this session. Surgical masks will be distributed at the end of this session. If you need more masks, you can always buy them using your points or request low-grade masks from your teachers. Today, we observe the newly developed SPITTON BOVID-21 vac◯◯nes."

A/N: I don't want any lawsuit when I spell out the actual spelling. And also I promise long overdue M-side and S-side where unpopular characters gets the bad end of a stick. And there you go long-overdue Kanzaki torture.

The circular bench was strangely empty, while the centre of the bench rose like a platform was Kanzaki in a soundproof globe so that no one could hear him. At least, there was some fake snow to play with or build a snowman. Kanzaki buried himself in the snow like he made his own bed and had to lay on it as some kind of sad achievement.

"Heh, look there's a senpai up there! Wonder what he's doing!"

"Sleeping I guess?"

Two 1st-years shouted.

Ichinose glanced at that poor dude a good-for-nothing fish filler boy, the cheapest set meal in StinkyDonalds. Heck, did he even belong there was up in the air. Ichinose frowned slightly, but was still eager to listen to how vac◯◯ne◯ were made than care about her classmate.

"Sae-chan, why isn't it your student this time? Why should it be mine?"

"That's not my problem."

"Sae-chan meanie!"

A certain sensei cried, while students of all grades were curious as to why a teacher could be more childish than themselves.

"Your class is D now. It's your students that has problems."

The homeroom teachers of class 1D, 2D (used to be C) and 3D were excused to leave to cry outside.

"NOO ooOOO sE NSEI!!!!!"

Screams were heard from their respective classes. Tsukishiro waited for everyone to simmer down before he could start the live broadcast.

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There were many benches of scientists in a laboratory room. Some were formulating, some were calculating, others were on the computer recording data. They were not actual workers, they were interns. Most of them recently graduated from high school or college, finding a part-time job. But they were not ordinary students, they were the best in science.

On a bench of students with lab coats and goggles, there were many test-tube racks full of test-tubes, two bulbs of thermometer, a number of syringes, a few flasks and a laptop. One had a round face, short greyish hair with blue undercolor, styled in a fringe sticking horizontally, really thick dark blue eyebrows, yellow eyes, a round nose commonly mistaken for a giant acne and a wide mouth with bunny tooth.