"Hello all," you stutter. "My name is Suzuki Kenta. Nice to meet you."

You’ve chosen to introduce yourself in English, hoping it’ll show your positive attitude to both the teacher and your classmates. After bowing, you walk toward your assigned seat at the back, next to the window.

As expected, the class itself is completely incomprehensible. You’ve studied English a little, enough to greet someone or ask for directions, but following a real class is way beyond your current level. You try to stay calm and absorb what little you can, and try not to fall asleep.

You glance at Taniko. She's sitting in the middle row, posture perfect, eyes on the teacher, taking notes. Maybe you can ask her to tutor you in the evening.

At lunch, two students approach you. One foreigner, the other Japanese. Both are tall, fit, and confident. The Japanese student speaks first.

"So, Suzuki-san. How did you get into this school? You don’t really look like you’re from a rich family. Maybe you’re a top student?"

Technically, your family is wealthy, and you live in a mansion with a maid and a butler. But looking at you today, no one would guess it. You’re in an old tracksuit and worn sneakers, the only clothes you feel comfortable in. You’re not dressed for this crowd, that’s for sure. As for your grades, they have always been average.

Still, this question feels loaded. You can’t tell if these two are being friendly, or probing for weakness. At your old trash school, a question like this would be the opening move to bullying. But this is an elite environment, and maybe elite students follow different rules.

What will you do?
>Answer the truth
>[Bluff] "Yes, I’m a grade A student and I excel in math." [Roll 1d100, DC 80]
>[Brainwashing] Order him to act as your bodyguard [Roll 1d100, DC 50]
>Write in