C2 Straighta Student System

"Luke, are you alright?"

Time seemed to have lost meaning before Luke's ears were suddenly filled with a concerned voice. Groggily, he forced his eyes open, only to be greeted by a piercing burst of sunlight that sent a mild pain shooting through his pupils.

"What's happening?"

He blinked at the sight of a group of girls in school uniforms clustered around him, a wave of surprise washing over him.

"Luke should be fine. He just needs to rest under the tree for a bit," said a girl with a sweet face and a slender figure, her brow furrowed as she glanced at him.

"Hildur!"

Recognition dawned on Luke as he caught sight of the girl. She was Hildur, his high school classmate, known as the 'Beauty of Locomotive Academy.' Back in high school, Hildur was a standout—beautiful, brilliant, and academically gifted. She was the only female class president among the many classes at Locomotive Academy, leaving a lasting impression on Luke.

Since Luke had left school, he had heard that Hildur made a name for herself in a college talent show and broke into the entertainment industry. However, she hadn't landed any significant roles and remained among the ranks of lesser-known actresses.

"What's going on here?"

Luke's gaze swept over the familiar faces of his former classmates. Although eight years had passed and he couldn't recall all their names, their faces still struck a chord of familiarity.

"Time Reversal program completed. Congratulations to the host for completing the transmigration!"

That same mechanical voice echoed in Luke's ears once more.

Could it be that I've transmigrated?

Throughout his illness, Luke's sole diversion had been reading transmigration novels on his phone, so the concept wasn't foreign to him. The characters in those stories always gained incredible abilities—what powers might he have now?

Instinctively, Luke felt for any changes in his body, but found none. He was as frail as ever.

"Tsk, I knew this kid was just faking it!"

A tall boy standing nearby scoffed with contempt.

Luke turned toward the voice and recognized the boy as Carl, the sports committee member from his high school class.

True to his name, Carl was nothing more than brawn. His academic performance was on par with Luke's, who was frequently ill—both of them lagging at the bottom of their class.

Yet, unlike Luke, who struggled both academically and athletically, Carl carried a strong sense of superiority, especially with the school's beauty, Hildur, by his side. He wasn't about to miss an opportunity to flaunt his physical prowess.

Luke's recent fainting spell was, in fact, Carl's doing. A soccer game was underway on the field, and Carl, leading their class team, was competing against a neighboring class. Despite his athletic build and speed, Carl's soccer skills were abysmal. His powerful kick veered off nearly ninety degrees, striking the unsuspecting Luke in the face and knocking him out cold.

"Luke, why don't you rest under that tree for a bit?" Hildur suggested, her brows knitting together with concern.

Her suggestion wasn't out of personal concern for Luke but rather a fulfillment of her duties as class president.

Hildur had her fair share of admirers within the school, including sons of wealthy factory owners, but she had set her sights high and never gave these campus suitors a second glance.

"Leave him be, Hildur. If he can't dodge a ball, he's nothing but trash! He had it coming!" Carl scoffed with contempt.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Luke snapped back, his temper flaring.

"What's the matter? Looking for a fight?" Carl retorted with a sneer, flexing his arm to show off his bulging biceps.

"Hey, are you going to play or not?" an impatient voice called from the field. The school's sports teacher, who was officiating the match, was clearly growing impatient.

"Trash will always be trash!" Carl muttered under his breath, though he didn't dare lay a hand on Luke. He shot Luke a glare before hurrying back to the game. After all, Luke had a reputation as the school's 'glass man,' prone to fainting spells. It would be no laughing matter if a fight with him ended in tragedy.

Luke refrained from tangling with Carl, recognizing that he had only just arrived in this new reality and there was much to figure out.

Particularly perplexing was the notification he had heard earlier; he sensed something odd about it.

Indeed, as Luke sat beneath a large tree at the edge of the field, the mechanical voice echoed in his ears once more:

"Super Straight-A Student System successfully loaded. Host service system now activated!"

'Super Straight-A Student System? What in the world is that?'

While Luke was still grappling with his confusion, the mechanical voice continued:

"The Super Straight-A Student System, as you might deduce, is designed to comprehensively enhance the host's capabilities, fostering growth in morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor. Moreover, the system includes a robust fan and achievement system, where achievements of varying difficulty can be exchanged for skill points to swiftly boost the host's attributes..."

"What good does that do me?"

Luke grumbled under his breath.

To him, the system seemed utterly pointless. He had been lauded as a straight-A student back in elementary school, but beyond a bit of prestige, it had been of no practical benefit.

Years ago, students recognized as city-level straight-A students received bonus points on their college entrance exams, but the government had since scrapped such incentive policies. Consequently, the title of straight-A student offered no advantage to his future prospects.

"Please remain calm, host. The capabilities of this system far exceed your expectations..."

"Save it... But wait, there's something I need to ask you. Is this lousy system to blame for the bizarre illness I've suffered from all these years?" Luke aired the suspicion that had long troubled him.

"Correct. The system is still in its initial testing phase. The initial load time is lengthy and requires considerable physical and mental energy from the host..."

"Damn you!"

At last, Luke had identified the source of his eight years of misfortune. Memories of being shunned by peers and society, coupled with the memory of his mother's despairing gaze before her death, ignited a fury within him. His roar of anger drew the curious gazes of other students nearby.

"Please, host, take a deep breath and let go of your anger. Time has been rewound, allowing your life to start anew. To make up for the inconvenience caused, this system will grant you a one-time compensation of one hundred attribute points, thirty skill points, and a special skill gift package."

Indeed, if he had been reborn eight years earlier, his mother would be alive!

With this thought, the anger in Luke's heart was quickly eclipsed by a wave of excitement.

"Ding!"

While Luke was still savoring his astonishment, an interface popped up in his mind, resembling that of an online game. It displayed various system panels such as 'Character Attributes,' 'Void Warehouse,' 'Special Skills,' 'Achievements,' 'Reputation System,' and 'System Notifications.'

"What's all this?" Luke inquired with curiosity.

"The host can access these system panels simply by focusing on them," came the reply.

"Open the main attribute panel," Luke thought to himself.

As expected, his attribute values materialized in his thoughts:

Host: Luke

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Virtue: 60

Intelligence: 60

Strength: 15

Charm: 60

Endurance: 60

(Note: The average person's attributes are all 60.)

Luke's brow furrowed as he noticed the disparity in his physical strength.