Chapter 4: Personally raising the Youngest Skipped-Grade University Student in History

Although her older brother, Ishikawa Youta, had confidently patted his chest and said, “Leave everything to me,” Ishikawa Yuka’s heart was still full of anxiety. Was this really okay?

Today, to finalize her extracurricular classes, she, her mother, and her brother were heading out together. They were apparently going to visit the classes in person — and there would even be an interview-like assessment.

By the time she woke up, where she would be going and what she would be learning had already been decided.

She had no idea where they were sending her, or what she would end up studying. She clearly told her brother what she wanted — he wouldn’t arrange something completely unrelated… right?

Just as she was overthinking things, the car stopped. The building in front of her was a small, ordinary office building, but the signboard had a rather bold line:

“Chihana Society — Personalized Prep School.”

So this was the cram school?

“I go here too,” Youta smiled. “I think it suits you, Yuka.”

“You go to classes here too?”

So her brother also studied at this cram school. Now it made sense that their mother agreed to let Yuka attend an academic prep school. Mother wanted to raise her into a perfect noble young lady — even though she was already born as the daughter of a massive conglomerate…

In her mother’s opinion, a proper young lady should learn things fitting to her social standing, rather than burying her head in academic study.

Her mother’s tastes were extremely “traditional Japanese”: flower arranging, tea ceremony, Japanese dance, koto — that kind of thing. “Second-tier” acceptable choices were piano, violin, or flute.
To Yuka, they were all “Thanks, but no thanks.” So she had refused every single one.

Since her brother was also attending this cram school, he likely convinced their mother with something like, “Girls need at least basic academic knowledge these days.”

Some people might say — why didn’t Yuka just say that herself?

Unfortunately, that would have had the opposite effect.

Her brother was deeply trusted by their mother. His words would be taken seriously. But Yuka had nearly zero credibility with her mother.

If she said the exact same thing, mother would reject it instinctively. Even if she spoke the truth, it would be dismissed as nonsense simply because she wasn’t trusted.

So, attending this cram school seemed to be a decided matter. She followed her mother and brother inside. The “Chihana Society” didn’t feel like a cram school for ordinary children — it felt like a place for elite private school students, or children aiming at academic advancement.

It was a large, full-service tutoring institution covering everything from preschool admission exams all the way to university entrance exams.

When they reached the reception desk, Yuka felt like she had stepped into the concierge desk of a luxury hotel.

…Wait. Is this really a cram school? The atmosphere was absurdly luxurious.

Inside the reception area, it was even more unnecessarily extravagant. Since it was a weekday morning, there weren’t many people around.
How could her brother come here on a weekday during the day?
Because he had taken the day off — apparently, specifically to accompany her. If this had been her past life, skipping school meant getting yelled at, but the Ishikawa family didn’t seem so strict.

While her mother and brother were speaking with someone who seemed like the director, Yuka gave a brief greeting, and was then taken alone to another room. It seemed they would perform some kind of academic assessment to determine her class placement.

“Um… could you give me a test at around junior high level?”
Yuka asked the staff lady who was preparing the test.

“Huh?”
The other woman blinked.

Testing her at lower elementary level was pointless. Even if she was only an ordinary university graduate in her previous life, there was no need to start again from grade-school basics.

But going straight into high school level was also risky. Her previous life’s high school and university weren’t bad, but after years of working, she’d forgotten a lot. Whether she could meet Oka Academy’s upper division level was uncertain.

So she at least wanted to start around junior high level to review and build higher knowledge.

At minimum, upper elementary. Lower elementary would be ridiculous.

“Hmm… have you had a private tutor at home? How far have you studied so far?”

“How far I’ve studied…” Yuka froze.

There was no way to explain that just by talking.
If she really had a tutor, maybe she could say something like, “We’re already studying calculus.”
But she didn’t learn things in a structured way — she couldn’t explain it.

Seeing her hesitate, the staff lady seemed a bit suspicious. This was bad. She needed to do something…

Should she just shout, “Cut the nonsense and give me the junior-high test!”?

“Hehe… even if you had a tutor, let’s review everything from the beginning, okay?”

The woman spoke like she was coaxing a child with unrealistic ambitions.

This was awful…

Starting from lower elementary would just waste time. Even if she forgot certain concepts, sitting through school lectures would be enough to remember them. Spending hours in a fancy cram school relearning the alphabet-level content was torture.

“Uh… ah! That one! I’ll do that workbook!”

Yuka quickly spotted a workbook labeled “First Year Junior High” on the shelf.

She needed to prove she was at least junior-high level — only then would the teacher take her seriously.

“This one? Hmm… okay. If you insist, we’ll try a little. But if you can’t do it, we’re doing the ones over here, okay?”

The lady still sounded like she was soothing a stubborn child.

If she couldn’t solve first-year junior high problems, it would be humiliating. She believed she should be able to do it, but her heart was pounding anyway. If she failed now, she would never be able to come here again.

“…Okay.”

Yuka nodded resolutely.

The teacher took out the junior-high workbook.
As long as she could handle this…
Yuka opened it, thinking so.

“…W–What is this!?”

****

“Well, starting next month, we’ll be in your care.” Her mother thanked the director and got into the car.
And just like that, Ishikawa Yuka would be starting at the Chihana Society next month.

“Ugh…” She let out a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong, Yuka? Did the test go badly?” Her brother asked, worried.

“Well… sort of…”

“Today’s test was just to understand your current level so they can prepare a curriculum. The results don’t matter much.”

“Right…” Yuka replied absentmindedly, not really listening.

This was terrible… absolutely beyond her expectations…

“The teacher said you performed extremely well.” Her mother added.

“…Mother…” Yuka wanted to cry.

It seemed her mother didn’t know the full story…

The woman who administered her test was apparently going to be her personal instructor. The Chihana Society was technically a cram school, but the atmosphere was similar to private tutoring. Each person had a semi-private booth, and the teachers provided almost one-on-one guidance.

Of course, “one-on-one” didn’t mean the teacher stared at you nonstop while you did exercises or tests, but you could ask at any time. It was like having a tutor, just in a place where other students also studied.

And during the “test,” she messed up…

Once she easily solved the first-year junior high workbook, the instructor checked a few pages, then proceeded to bring more advanced workbooks. Yuka did some problems from each — and the instructor recommended starting university entrance preparation courses!

No! That’s not what I wanted!

She only wanted the academic level needed to keep up with Oka Academy’s upper division!

Sure, if she took a university entrance exam right now, her ranking might be lower compared to her previous life’s attempt, but she could still get into a university.

But this wasn’t about exams — it was about surviving Oka Academy!

She managed to beg the instructor to at least start at first-year high school level, but this still wasn’t what she planned…

Her original plan was to review from junior high and build up slowly.

The instructor seemed fired up — determined to “personally cultivate the youngest college jumper in history!”

Please let me go…! She had zero intention of taking a university exam while still in elementary school!

…Although… wasn’t that one way out?

If she didn’t attend Oka Academy, she wouldn’t meet the heroine or the capture targets. In that case, maybe she wouldn’t be judged as the villainess and wouldn’t meet her tragic fate…
But that wasn’t guaranteed.

Just like how Mrs. Noyama suddenly proposed an absurd engagement, if she tried to deviate drastically from the main scenario, some kind of “force” might drag her back into a similar storyline.

Instead of walking completely unknown territory, it was safer to follow the main route of “Love 100%” that she already knew — and avoid the death flags that way.

More importantly — she wanted to be friends with all the girls from Love 100%!

The loyal followers who adored Lady Yuka! All the other noble girls aside from her in the game!
The heroine and her friends! She wanted to meet everyone! She had worked so hard to wake up inside the world of Love 100%. Of course she wanted to see the real noble girls and the heroine with her own eyes!

So, attending Oka Academy was a must!

“Here’s our next stop.”

While she was deep in thought, they had arrived somewhere new.

“Uh… a gym?”

Yuka looked at the building.

They had brought her to a members-only luxury fitness club.

No, no, no — not like this…

This was the kind of place where wealthy housewives “worked hard” to hide their sagging figures by mostly gossiping with each other. Nothing like what Yuka wanted.

“Mother is also a member here, so don’t worry.”

Not reassuring at all… Her brother’s smiling face was starting to look hateful.

Maybe her brother genuinely believed this place was good. It did have full equipment, a pool, and professional trainers.

But still… this wasn’t what she wanted!

“For now, you can train here. You can also do the kind of training you want here.”

“B–Brother?!” Yuka jumped.

So he knew what she wanted? And he knew her goals?

Even so, he still brought her here because it was easier to convince their mother. If she could do her preferred training here, then choosing a place mother approved of made sense as a compromise.
Terrifying logical thinking!

This didn’t feel like the mind of a grade-schooler!

Led by her mother and brother, they entered the luxury fitness club Grand. Yes, a bunch of wealthy ladies wandered around aimlessly — but the equipment was genuinely good. Whether it was being used effectively was another question…

After introducing the trainer and consulting for a bit, Yuka learned that she could, to some extent, do the kind of training she wanted here.

As expected of her capable brother — the choice was actually quite good. To persuade their mother, choosing a place she would accept was the smart move.

After leaving Grand, the final place they arrived at was a large building filled with traditional Japanese atmosphere. The vibe was completely different from the previous two locations — it made her wonder, “What is this place?”

“Brother… what is this?”

“You’ll know once we go inside,” Youta answered mysteriously.

Ignoring Yuka’s uneasiness, her mother and brother went in first.

Yuka hesitated, but followed. Inside, they led her to a wide hall shaped like a dojo. What was this place?She couldn’t guess what they taught here at all.

But since her other wish was martial arts, this had to be some kind of dojo.

Traditional architecture — so jujutsu? Aikido?

She couldn’t see any equipment, so it wasn’t naginata or kendo.

The instructor was wearing hakama, so it probably wasn’t judo.

“Is the new disciple that boy over there?”

An elderly man sitting inside spoke. He thought the new student was her brother.

Well, of course — most people assumed martial arts were for boys. Yuka looked nothing like someone who would learn martial arts.

“No, it’s this child,” her mother said, pushing Yuka forward.

The instructor evaluated her with a long look, then spoke:

“Oh? This little girl? Do you know this is Tora-iwa-ryuu Ancient Butoh(Japanese dance form)?”

“W–Wait! B-Butoh!?” Yuka shouted.

Not martial arts!?

She had survived the cram school and the swimming — only to be betrayed by her brother at the final moment!