In fact, after the information is refreshed, they always want to attack me!

Real-life training: After the intelligence update, they always seem to want to seduce me! Author: Asagiri Kaito

Introduction

[Crossover + Class D + Intelligence System]

Akira Shimizu accidentally traveled to the world of "The Classroom of the Elite" and became an ordinary student in Class D.

[Ding! Daily information has been updated]

1: Masumi Kamuro from Class A will try to steal beer from a convenience store today.

2: Karuizawa Megumi is looking for a "fake boyfriend" to act as a protective umbrella.

3: If you need to satisfy your physiological needs, knock on Hoshinomiya Chie's door three times at 2:00 a.m.

4: Tonight at 22:00 PM, Kushida Kikyo will visit your dorm room, ostensibly to "ask you a question," but in reality...

"Is this information...authentic?"

With the advantage of foresight and intelligence, Qing Shuiming moves between various factions:

Provide key clues to Horikita Suzune when she needs them most.

Become the best candidate for Karuizawa Megumi's "fake love"

Enjoy the love brain battle between him and Arisu Sakayanagi.

"Why is their intelligence becoming increasingly incoherent?"

Volume: Volume 1

Chapter 1: 001 Today's Information: Kikyo Kushida is a two-faced person.

"These are priority seats..."

"I have absolutely no interest in contributing to society..."

Hearing the two arguing over giving up their seats, Shimizu Akira, who was sitting near the exit, stood up and made room for them, saying, "Grandma, please sit here."

"Thank you, young man."

Akira Shimizu nodded slightly, gently supported the old man's elbow with one hand, and then stepped back to the pillar beside him.

A delicate fragrance of gardenias suddenly wafted in.

When Akira Shimizu looked up, he was met with a pair of smiling eyes—a girl with light brown hair tilting her head slightly in the swaying tram, her hair brushing lightly against her shoulders.

Seeing that he had noticed her, the girl nodded very slightly, a dimple flashing across her lips.

"Thank you for your help earlier, classmate."

Akira Shimizu gently shook his head. "It was nothing, don't worry about it."

"Thank you so much for contributing to society; you've really helped me a lot." The girl with short, light brown hair smiled, "My name is Kikyo Kushida, it's nice to meet you."

"My name is Shimizu Akira." The boy nodded slightly. "Hello, Kushida-kun."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the carriage returned to silence.

Akira Shimizu's gaze unconsciously lingered on the girl's hair.

—It really is light brown hair!

On his second day in this world, he was still amazed by the colorful hair of the people around him.

Although everyone has East Asian features, the pedestrians' hair colors are as vibrant as an overturned palette, with almost no two colors being the same.

This perfectly matches the style of anime and manga.

But apart from this small anomaly, everything here is so real it's chilling.

The rise and fall of the chest with each breath, the warmth of the sun on the skin, even the gentle breeze that brushes past the ear—all carry the breath of life.

One day, after finishing overtime work, when he opened his eyes again, he was back to his 16-year-old self, in this unfamiliar world.

The mechanical voice echoed in his mind: "[Sole main mission: Complete your studies at the Nurturing High School]."

(You must graduate smoothly from a nurturing high school...?)

This is followed by a capability called the "Daily Intelligence System"—every day at 8:00 AM, the system will refresh with three new pieces of intelligence.

Akira Shimizu was a light novel enthusiast in his previous life, and he quickly realized that this was probably a cheat code that would help him graduate smoothly.

'But why an intelligence system...and not some learning system? Or a genius system?' he couldn't help but mutter to himself. 'Is the difficulty of graduating from this high school not in the exams, but in other aspects? What's so difficult about graduating?'

However, something is better than nothing.

Following the system's instructions, he lightly flicked his little finger three times. These were the three pieces of information the system had given him after he transmigrated yesterday.

The next second, three lines of text flashing with a pale blue light appeared on my retina:

[Information 1: On the first day of school at Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, a conflict will erupt between Kikyo Kushida and Rokusuke Koenji on a bus with license plate number xxx, over the issue of giving up seats to elderly people.]

[Second piece of information: Kikyo Kushida is a two-faced person.]

[Intelligence 3: The assessment of Rokusuke Koenji's abilities was seriously flawed—his unconventional style angered the interviewer, causing his originally outstanding intelligence and judgment to be deliberately downgraded to a C-level.]

Akira Shimizu's gaze lingered on the first piece of intelligence.

—It was because of this intelligence that he deliberately left home half an hour early today, boarded the bus at the starting station of the bus route, chose a window seat, and quietly waited to verify the authenticity of the system.

And now, everything is exactly as described in the intelligence report.

A girl named Kikyo Kushida got into an argument with a classmate named Rokusuke Koenji over giving up his seat.

It seems there's no need to doubt the authenticity of this system anymore.

But the second message puzzled him.

Is Kikyo Kushida two-faced? Does it mean she's completely pretending?

His gaze unconsciously fell on Kikyo Kushida.

Her long, light brown hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, her delicate features were perfectly proportioned, and her figure was stunning, especially her impressive bust.

Adding to her earlier act of asking others to give up their seats, this beautiful girl is simply an angel.

However, the system told him...

Could all her gentle and kind behavior be nothing more than a carefully crafted facade?

As Shimizu Akira pondered the matter carefully, he felt increasingly that the behavior of these two people was strange.

It is true that Koenji Rokusuke brazenly occupied two priority seats, while Kushida Kikyo insisted that he give up his seat.

As she spoke, she skillfully stirred up the emotions of those around her, turning public pressure into her weapon.

Would a truly kind person force a male classmate to give up his seat in such a way?

Suddenly, Shimizu Akira realized something—if all of this was part of her plan, then all the anomalies made sense.

But what exactly is she after?

He suddenly noticed the glances that his classmates were casting at him from time to time, as well as the fleeting smile on the girl's lips.

(So ​​that's how it is... She was deliberately creating a persona to gain attention?)

......

The bus slowly pulled into the station, and an electronic announcement sounded at the opportune moment:

"We've arrived at Advanced Nurturing High School Station! We've arrived at Advanced Nurturing High School Station!"

"Ah, we're here so quickly!" Kikyo Kushida was about to say something when her gaze suddenly caught sight of a figure behind her, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly—but it was gone in an instant, so fast that it was almost an illusion.

"Um..." she flashed her signature bright smile again, "See you later, Shimizu-kun. I hope we can be in the same class."

Before she finished speaking, the girl had already gracefully jumped off the train and disappeared into the bustling crowd on the platform.

Akira Shimizu turned around thoughtfully and looked back—

The literature major, whose temperament resembled Yukino Yukinoshita, closed the hardcover book in her hand and stood up gracefully.

She walked past Shimizu Akira without glancing to either side, her long black hair drawing a cool arc in the air, and stepped out of the car with a subtle, elegant, and scholarly air.

Immediately afterwards, a light brown-haired boy silently followed. The moment his eyes met Shimizu Akira's, he remained expressionless and then disappeared through the car door.

Akira Shimizu slowly followed the crowd off the bus, repeatedly pondering the deeper meaning of the third piece of intelligence.

(That must be Rokusuke Koenji.)

He caught a glimpse of a blond figure stretching his slender frame out of the corner of his eye—the other person's nonchalant attitude was indeed likely to provoke resentment. But what was more intriguing was the inside story of the rating system revealed in the intelligence report.

("The interviewer was unhappy..." and "deliberately lowered the rating...")

These words strung together in my mind.

(Hmm? Could it be that this school is secretly classifying students into different ability levels?)

Chapter 2: 002 Horikita-kun is really naive / And there are special services?

Yusei High School is a national boarding high school located in the heart of Tokyo.

Equipped with state-of-the-art intelligent teaching equipment.

It has single-room student dormitories that students dream of.

It has maintained a 100% college entrance and employment rate since its establishment.

However, since transmigrating to this world, Shimizu Akira has always harbored a vague suspicion about this school.

A 100% college entrance and employment rate since the school's founding?

In Japan, truly top-tier high schools have always prided themselves on the number of students admitted to the University of Tokyo or the Waseda/Keio University admission rate, rather than the general "employment rate"—that's more like a promotional slogan for vocational training schools.

"I have a feeling... that graduating won't be that easy."

Akira Shimizu stood on the steps in front of the school gate, looking up at the two figures facing each other. The tense atmosphere made him stop in his tracks.

The elegant and beautiful young woman, a literary type, stood at the top of the steps, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

She looked down at the light brown-haired boy below, her delicate chin slightly raised.

"What did you mean by glancing at me from the car?"

"I'm sorry, but I just felt... you probably don't intend to offer your seat like I do; you're someone who avoids trouble."

"I have a certain conviction that prevents me from giving up my seat! It's completely different from someone like you who hates trouble."

Shimizu Akira pretended not to hear and silently climbed the steps.

"Hey you over there, wait a minute! You glanced at me from the car too, what do you mean by that?"

The literary beauty suddenly changed the subject, staring intently at Shimizu Akira.

This caused Shimizu Akira to freeze in place for a moment.

He did glance at the other person unconsciously as he got out of the car.

Honestly, isn't it normal for people to make eye contact occasionally while on a bus?

"Just now on the bus, were you looking at me with your eyes, accusing me of not giving up my seat?" Horikita Suzune crossed her arms over her chest. "Listen, my decision not to give up my seat was a well-considered one."

"I understand." Shimizu Akira's gaze reflected the other's image like a calm lake. "I respect your choice. My gaze just now wasn't intended to offend; it's just that your demeanor reminded me of a literary young woman."

Her stubborn brows and aloof expression were exactly like those of Yukino Yukinoshita in my memory.

Akira Shimizu didn't actually have any intention of criticizing the other person for not giving up their seat.

Giving up your seat is not a mandatory act; it's simply a good deed done within your means.

Seriously, this student is really straightforward. Who asks someone what they're looking at directly? Is that typical of an INTJ?!

He carefully chose his words, saying, "If you're not comfortable with physical contact, I can assure you that I'll try to avoid eye contact and unnecessary conversation in the future. What do you think of this approach, classmate?"

Horikita Suzune's eyelashes trembled slightly.

This boy... not only didn't give him a moral lecture, but he actually considered his feelings seriously and even offered concrete solutions?!

"There's no need to be so deliberate." She loosened her crossed arms slightly. "I just wanted to confirm your intentions. Please speak frankly."

Upon hearing this, Shimizu Akira stopped. "I am Shimizu Akira. May I ask who you are, classmate...?"

"Horikita Suzune." She gave her name almost reflexively, then frowned slightly at her frankness.