As an Ordinary person (Why do I keep attracting Psychopaths?)

The weekend break was a blessing.

It turned out that, like her previous world, the academy had two days off every week, giving students much-needed breathing time.

Yuna sprawled over her study desk, staring at the neatly stacked papers of her classmates' profiles.

Heart Class had a total of twenty-three students—the smallest among the four classes. Clubs had the most, totaling forty-seven, followed closely by Spades with forty-three, and Diamonds at thirty-five.

For the first time since being shoved into the class rep role, Yuna felt the smallest flicker of gratitude.

"Thank the heavens I ended up in the class with the least number of brats," she muttered, flipping through the profiles with the weary determination of an office worker drowning in paperwork. "At least I don't have to manage forty-plus troublemakers…"

She could handle twenty-three. Probably.

With a sigh, she grabbed a pen and began classifying the students based on their abilities, interests, and specialties.

A certain black fluffball sat on the desk beside her, staring with beady, expectant eyes.

The fluffy raven—her summoned creature, a creature of darkness and mystery (or so she liked to believe)—slowly tilted its head and flapped its wings. It hopped forward once.

Then twice.

Then, with the precision of a seasoned opportunist, it plopped itself right on top of the papers.

"…Move."

The raven did not move.

Instead, it fluffed up, burrowing its face into its own feathers like a spoiled cat demanding attention.

Yuna narrowed her eyes. "Do you think looking cute will let you get away with this?"

The raven let out a soft krrr sound, a pitiful little noise that somehow tugged at the corners of Yuna's heart.

She clicked her tongue. "Tch. You're lucky you're adorable."

Giving in, she scratched its fluffy head, feeling the satisfying softness beneath her fingertips. The raven closed its eyes in bliss, pressing against her hand like a needy pet.

Yuna, despite herself, smiled a little.

…Ahem.

Back to business.

After shooing the spoiled bird off her documents, she continued planning.

She had one goal: Work hard now, so she could be lazy later.

Yes. The ultimate dream.

If she played her cards right, she could set things up so that her classmates functioned like a self-sustaining machine while she enjoyed her time in the background, sipping tea like a mastermind.

She tapped her chin with her pen. "Alright. First, I need to confirm one thing…"

She scribbled down a rough sketch of a pyramid, with herself sitting at the very top, above the common folk.

For a moment, she seriously considered adding a dark, ominous title like The Supreme Strategist of Heart Class but decided against it. Too conspicuous.

The raven, now perched on her shoulder, peeked at her sketch.

"Behold, my brilliant scheme," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a bit too much enthusiasm. "With this, I shall secure a future of eternal peace… and naps."

The raven blinked.

Yuna leaned back in her chair, dramatically pressing her fingers together. "Yes… Yes… This is perfect. If I guide them well in the beginning, they will gain independence, and I shall be free! Free from the shackles of responsibility!"

The raven let out a soft caw.

"…No, I am not being lazy."

Another caw.

She scoffed. "This is called efficiency."

The raven just stared at her. Judging.

Yuna ignored it and continued plotting.

Step one: Sort the students into teams based on their strengths.

Step two: Assign specific tasks to each group, so everyone contributes without chaos.

Step three: Sit back and watch everything run smoothly while she enjoys the benefits.

She grinned. "Foolproof."

The raven poked at her hair.

"…Fine, fine. I'll actually do my job properly. Just until everything is stable."

The raven ruffled its feathers in approval.

Yuna sighed, stretching her arms above her head.

It was a pain, but at least if she worked hard now, her future laziness would be secure.

With that thought, she cracked her knuckles, ready to finish her plan… while the fluffy bird beside her happily burrowed into her lap like a victorious little prince.

She just has to be busy for a month and once she established a proper system for her classmates, Yuna can take a rest and laze around again. Yeah, that's it. For future vacation, she will give her all now.

….....

It was Monday.

The first class after the weekend, when students were still sluggish, yawning into their hands, and unwilling to fully wake up.

But Yuna wasn't sluggish.

She had been waiting for this moment. 'Come on! Heup! Energize me!'

Professor Veyne, as per his usual habit, held a session where students could ask about any topic they desired. It was meant to be a time for curiosity, for questions that could further one's studies or satisfy minor doubts. But for Yuna, this wasn't just a casual Q&A session.

This was crucial.

The moment the floor was open for questions, she raised her hand without hesitation.

"Can points be transferred between students?"

Professor Veyne paused, glancing at her with an unreadable expression. There was something in his gaze—perhaps amusement, perhaps curiosity. He likely understood that she wasn't asking out of mere interest.

After a brief moment, he gave a short nod.

"Yes."

Yuna exhaled slightly.

That confirmed it.

She had suspected as much the moment the point system was introduced. As someone who had read countless novels, she knew how these systems worked. Points, credits, merits—no matter what name they took, they always had loopholes. If this world followed the usual patterns, then the ability to transfer points was an inevitable function.

And now, she was sure.

Professor Veyne continued answering other students' questions, but Yuna had already stopped listening.

Her mind was spinning, pieces falling into place.

If points could be transferred, then…

Her class didn't have to struggle individually and she could use this point transferrable system to direct her classmates as a group. It was like a goal, without a goal, a person cannot lead a group. She study that much in business class.

She has scrap all her brain juice, thinking and recalling hard about leadership she has studied in her previous life just so she could better manage her classmates.

'It's so tiring! It's so annoying! I hate work! I hate using my brain!' Yuna complain incessantly but since this class rep responsibility fall on her shoulder, she has to grit her teeth and go through with it.

She hates responsibility and she equally hates those who cannot shoulder responsibility just like her past self in her previous life. Yuna is just unwilling to be that person again in this life.

Thinking more about the point system, Yuna brain churn on more ways to utilize it.

They could organize.

They could dominate.

Her classmates, of course, had no idea what was happening inside her head.

By the time Professor Veyne dismissed himself for a short break, Yuna had already made up her mind.

With a tired sigh, she rose from her seat and walked to the front of the classroom.

It was a hassle.

A pain, really.

But if she didn't do this, everything would stay in chaos, and that was even more exhausting to deal with.

She reached the podium, knocked twice on the wooden surface, and simply said:

"We need to reorganize."

The students blinked.

Some turned toward her in confusion.

Others, who were still sluggish from the morning haze, slowly straightened in their seats.

But the moment they saw the look on her face—the calm, calculating gaze of someone who had already decided their fates—they unconsciously stopped whatever they were doing and paid attention.

Whether they wanted to or not.

Today, unlike before where her presence seems non-existent—almost blending with nature, Yuna has unconsciously display her presence wantonly, the domineering aura of nature as if the force of nature emanated out of her.

Even though Yuna is unaware of the force she display as she try to act someone her real age despite her reluctance- her classmates assaulted with the force she unintentionally display because she try to act dominant and mature could not help but turn their attention to her.

"We need to establish groups based on skills and interests," Yuna began, her voice even and matter-of-fact.

She wasn't speaking like a superior.

She wasn't giving commands.

She was simply stating facts.

"There will be an alchemy group, an intelligence and research group, a combat group, a crafting and forging group, a runes group, and a few minor two-person teams for specialized tasks."

A murmur spread through the classroom.

"Wait, what?"

"Are we really doing this?"

"What's the point of all this organization…?"

Yuna ignored the whispers.

She had already anticipated this reaction—even she herself will roll her eyes if she were in their position wondering who the heck she was to order people and assign them task.

Its' not easy being a leader and sadly, it just has fall on her head.

With her usual quiet exasperation, she rubbed her temples and continued.

"This academy does not provide us with resources freely."

She let her words settle for a moment, then added:

"If we want to survive and thrive, we need to be self-sufficient."

Right now, its evident that students are barely scraping by with hardly a teacher on sight except when they are attending classes.

In fact, aside from their homeroom teacher, they did not see any teacher or staff members in the whole academy. The academy actually look eerily deserted and the students hold on only because they have their classmates with them which let them know that the academy is not some abandoned haunted house.

The room fell silent.

She had their full attention now.

Some students still looked skeptical, but others…

Some were starting to understand.

She turned to the students who specialized in alchemy.

"You'll start by making recovery potions," she said.

One of them hesitantly raised a hand.

"But we don't have the ingredients," he pointed out.

Yuna's gaze shifted toward him.

"I do," she replied simply.

A brief silence.

"You… do?"

Yuna sighed as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I keep plant stalks for future replanting. It's second nature to me as an alchemist. I brought my stock to the academy."

Another silence.

The alchemists exchanged glances.

Who prepares like this?

Yuna didn't stop there.

"But that's just a temporary solution," she continued. "If we want a steady supply, we need to establish our own garden."

Another pause.

"You mean… we have to tend it?"

"Yes."

"But we don't know how to take care of plants—"

"There are books in the library."

"But—"

"You can also take up academy tasks related to gardening."

A longer silence.

Yuna exhaled heavily, crossing her arms.

"Listen," she said, voice calm but firm. "If you want to practice alchemy in the academy where ingredients aren't freely given, then you need to secure your own supply. Otherwise, you'll constantly struggle for materials. Worse yet, not being able to practice alchemy at all."

The logic was brutal.

Undeniable.

Some students still looked like they wanted to complain, but they couldn't.

She was right.

"She's… forcing us to become self-sufficient," someone muttered.

No one could tell if that was a complaint or admiration.

Yuna, once again, remained oblivious to their shifting perspectives.

She was just glad they had stopped arguing.

She turned to the next group.

"The intelligence group will work in the library, gathering information on the academy, its rules, important locations, and potential resources. This is essential for the combat group, who will begin foraging in the academy's forest."

The combat students blinked.

"…We're hunting?"

Yuna arched an eyebrow. "Did you think the academy provide us meals? Even meals aside, we need a group who can bring back materials from the academy forest"

The realization hit them.

No one had thought about food sustainability or even resource sustainability.

Yuna moved on before they could dwell on their failure.

"Foragers will hunt and bring back materials. Those materials will go to the crafting and forging group, who will make weapons and armor."

One of the forgers hesitantly asked, "But how are we supposed to get materials?"

Yuna gave him a long, unimpressed stare.

"…Did you not hear what I just said?"

He shut his mouth. Laughing sheepishly.

Another student whispered, "She's already five steps ahead of us…"

Finally, Yuna addressed the last point.

"Since points can be transferred, other classes might not know this yet. That gives us an advantage."

The class held their breath.

"If we start making potions and weapons early, we can sell them to other classes in exchange for points."

The room fell into absolute silence.

"She's… she's making an economy."

Yuna sighed deeply.

Such a simple concept, yet her classmates were looking at her as if she were a genius.

She was just… tired.

And didn't want to deal with inefficiency.

But at that moment, the students weren't just listening.

They were following.

And they would continue to follow her, whether she realized it or not.