Practical Classroom: Kaoru Hanayama's Classroom of Merit

The following day, as the noon bell rang, the students of Class D, showing no sign of tension, dispersed to the cafeteria and the Beech Tree Shopping Center.

However, Kaoru Hanayama did not move.

He wrote down clearly what he had learned in class that morning in his notebook.

"call……"

After finishing writing and putting down his pen, Huashan suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

He stood up and walked toward the men's restroom.

It's the same in any world.

Whether in the outside world, in prison, or in this school, the toilet, a blind spot for surveillance cameras, always becomes a stage for power struggles.

"Oh my god!! What's wrong, Albert? Is this all you've got for such a big guy?!"

Hua Shan slowly peered inside, where a strange scene unfolded.

A guy who looks like he's of mixed Black and Black descent, and whose build doesn't look like a high school student at all, is fighting with a long-haired man.

(Is that long-haired kid from Class C who was all smiles and joking around at the entrance ceremony?)

At first glance, it appears to be a scene of a giant bullying a delinquent youth.

However, as a yakuza who had witnessed countless acts of violence, Hanayama immediately saw through the truth and realized that the reality was quite the opposite.

Albert was simply reinforcing his defenses, trying to push his opponent away.

Conversely, the long-haired man, despite being at a complete disadvantage in terms of bone structure and mass, pounced on the enemy like a rabid dog, was thrown back, fell down, and then got up again.

"Haha, it's useless, completely useless!!"

(...Oh, I see. So that's how it is.)

Huashan only stared at it for a few seconds before losing interest.

The long-haired man was not trying to harm the other person's body.

Instead, it is by demonstrating one's indomitable spirit that one deprives the other of their mental focus, thereby causing them to submit.

It was a ritual of domination.

However, what's important to Huashan isn't their spirituality, but rather the expectations they have as a business.

(In other words, is the leader still personally trying to lead the entire group? In short, Class C is not yet a unified entity.)

Even if a transaction involving millions of points and huge sums of money is proposed before the organization is fully under control, it is unlikely to be approved.

The only possible outcome is either a waste of time or the other party breaking the agreement.

"Move aside. Don't block the way."

After using the restroom, Huashan leisurely walked between the two and washed his hands at the sink.

For a moment, Long Yuan cast a fierce glance at Hua Shan, but after sensing the aura emanating from behind Hua Shan, he clicked his tongue and gave up, continuing to entangle Albert.

Huashan returned to Class D's classroom and took out a transparent folder from the drawer of his desk.

There, with neat strokes, were recorded the complete picture of the hidden rules and point deduction mechanism of the Advanced Education Institution, which he had been chewing over in his mind and putting into words from last night to this morning.

This in itself is a piece of gold worth millions.

But who would believe it if just a seemingly delinquent first-year student shouted that this was the truth?

Suspicion slows down transactions and continuously lowers the value of goods.

That's why Huashan wants to endorse it.

(External contracts require a notary. ...This remains true everywhere.)

Huashan stepped into the faculty and staff room.

During lunch break, most teachers left their seats in the staff room, which was eerily quiet.

Only one teacher was present, a man with bulging muscles like a wrestler, sitting at a desk deep inside, facing a thick stack of documents.

Class A's homeroom teacher is Tomoya Mashima.

"Sorry to bother you."

Hanayama spoke up, and Mashima slowly raised his head from the documents.

"What's wrong, Hanayama-kun? If you're looking for Chabashira-sensei, the homeroom teacher of Class D, she's not at her seat right now."

Hua Shan shook his head calmly.

"No. I'm not here to see Chabashira-sensei, but to see you, Mashima-sensei."

As Hanayama spoke, he placed the transparent folder in his hand on Majima's desk, making a soft sound.

"Please take a look at this."

Mashima didn't even flinch as he scanned the contents of the notebook pages in the folder.

A few seconds later.

Mashima's gaze sharpened slightly, and his fingertips, which were turning the pages, paused for a moment.

The system there thoroughly dissected the linkage between class points and individual points, the deduction of points for class attitude, and the examination of the real privileges enjoyed by Class A.

The student, who had only been enrolled for three days, deduced the answer based solely on the evidence presented, without relying on anyone else's help.

"...Beautiful. You hit the nail on the head."

Majima frankly praised Hanayama's amazing insight.

His pride as a teacher made him unwilling to deny the efforts of outstanding students.

"You mastered this rule, and in yesterday's class, you took notes on the blackboard more diligently than anyone else, right? Indeed, Huashan. You are an exceptionally outstanding student."

Faced with Mashima's somber words, Hanayama remained unfazed and replied.

"I plan to sell this to other classes."

Upon hearing this, Mashima's eyes narrowed slightly.

"...Oh? So it wasn't made public simply to save your classmates, but rather for your own benefit? As a teacher, I can't really condone this kind of thinking."

"This is the truth of the world."

Huashan answered without any remorse.

"Things of value must come at a price. If they're free, people won't understand their value."

Majima felt a touch of admiration deep down; this man had undoubtedly already lived in the adult world.

"So what do you want from me? If you want to sell information products, why don't the students do it themselves?"

"I hope you can endorse this information. After all, no matter how accurate the information is, its value will decrease if the source is questionable. However, if a teacher can verify the authenticity of this document, no one will doubt it anymore."

Mashima's eyes widened suddenly.

He realized that Huashan was not just an ordinary intelligence dealer; he even factored in the need for authoritative guarantees to maximize the value of the intelligence.

Mashima closed her laptop and placed her hands on the table, crossed over each other.

"Indeed, that rule exists. The school can act as a notary to ensure the authenticity of the information."

Mashima maintained her stern teacher demeanor, but spoke with a hint of probing.

"However, the processing fee isn't cheap. Each notarization costs 50,000 personal points. That's equivalent to half of your entire fortune when you first enrolled."

"It doesn't matter. Take it."

Without hesitation, Hanayama pointed the terminal at the card reader on Majima's desk.

*Beep*—50,000 points were deducted from Huashan's account.

"...Hanayama. 50,000 points can buy you lots of good food and lots of fun at this school, you know?"

Mashima said this with a hint of teasing.

"This is what they call casting a long line to catch a big fish. An investment of 50,000 can yield dozens of times the return. By the way, Mr. Mashima, let me also pay you a small fee. Twenty percent of the profits from selling this information to other classes. What do you say?"

Transfer of benefits. Proposal for collusion.

This is a transaction between adults that an ordinary high school student would never dare to say.

However, Mashima shook his head seriously, yet with a hint of pleasure.

"I'll decline that offer. In the end, I was merely an enforcer of fair rules, completing a task worth 50,000 points. The profits from the business are yours, Huashan."

However, Majima added quietly after that.

"However, if you're planning to sell that item to Class A... I'd be very grateful if you could offer a slightly lower price."

Huashan picked up the folder that was stamped with the seal of the notary system.

"For your sake, I'll give special treatment if Class A wants to buy it."

"I'm really looking forward to it, Huashan."

Mashima watched the giant man pick up the folder and turn away, then sighed inwardly.

(This year's first-year class D has a truly remarkable person infiltrated... Has Chabashira's luck finally turned around?)