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

Therefore, students in classes A, B, and C usually keep this a secret.

But the situation in Class D was completely different: when individuals struggled to make ends meet, the collective seemed less important.

A small number of D-class students would even take the risk of secretly selling information.

If the school hadn't explicitly prohibited it, given the situation of the students in Class D, they probably would have cornered all the new students and sold off all the information they knew.

After all, what the school wants is for students to discover the rules through independent exploration, and directly selling information would disrupt this training process.

As long as small transactions are conducted in secluded corners away from surveillance cameras, the school often turns a blind eye.

Chapter 20: 020 If I don't want to be a blood bank, I'd better work hard to earn some personal points.

There's an old saying in China: "Once you enter Class D, it's like entering a deep sea."

Before learning about this S system, Shimizu Akira naively thought that as long as he got good grades at the end of the month, even if he didn't get 100,000 points, he should at least have 30,000 to 50,000.

Now he realizes that he was still too young.

The reality of forcibly linking individual points with class points was like a bucket of cold water being poured over someone's head.

He subconsciously looked around, and the sight before him made his heart tighten:

It was the third period in the afternoon of the second day of school, and it was even the homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae, teaching a class, yet several students were already secretly playing on their phones in the classroom.

In the corner of the classroom, a conspicuous surveillance camera was silently recording everything.

(I hope they don't deduct all the class points on the second day of school...)

Akira Shimizu suddenly realized that perhaps the biggest enemy in this class was not the strict school rules, but this group of teammates who had no self-awareness.

(I see...)

Akira Shimizu finally understood the deeper meaning behind Chashiba Sae's words, "Spend money sparingly."

These rules, which should have been open and transparent, were deliberately obscured by the school.

He watched as another classmate swaggered into the classroom late, showing no sign of even the most basic nervousness.

He now faces a choice: whether to make this information public?

But the thought of having to share the information I spent 10,000 points to obtain with these clueless classmates for free also gave me a long-lost feeling of speechlessness.

For some reason, it gave him the illusion that when he first entered the workforce, a seasoned veteran had taken a lot of his achievements.

He'd already been used as a blood bank enough times in his past life, and he absolutely didn't want to be like that again in this one.

Thinking about it carefully, saying it probably won't change anything.

If it were Class A or Class B, the top students would likely adjust their behavior immediately and work together to protect the interests of the class.

In other words, even if the other party is unaware of this rule, they may not necessarily lose many points.

But this is Class D—a gathering place for a group of problem students who can't even follow basic discipline.

On the second day of school, in the first class, after the teacher tacitly allowed some students to sleep or play on their phones, some students seemed to be unleashed and started to engage in disruptive behavior in class.

It turns out that Class D was the real vocational school.

The thought of his classmates in Class D not believing him at all after he explained the rules, and even some of them looking at him like he was an idiot, made his temples throb.

Being a good person not only brings no benefits, but may even make you a laughing stock.

Is this the current state of affairs for good guys in Class D? It feels like it's getting more and more of a vicious cycle.

He wouldn't do something that loses him money, even if he were out of his mind.

(What a dismal number...)

Akira Shimizu silently calculated the information revealed by the senior student—Class D in the second year of high school had less than 3 individual points per month, which translates to less than 300 points for the class.

On average, I can't even afford a proper lunch in a day; I can only eat a vegetable set meal.

This is the result even after various exam bonus points were added later, which shows how difficult the situation was for Class D.

(Class points? That's a long-term solution that can't address the immediate problem.)

He stared at the textbooks spread out on the desk, but his gaze was focused on more practical issues.

Instead of hoping that your classmates will suddenly wake up and bring glory to the class, you should first ensure your own personal points gain.

After all, in this dog-eat-dog world of school life, the personal points you hold in your hands are the only real assets that belong to you.

Class points were still too abstract and unrealistic for him.

......

As soon as the school bell rang, Akira Shimizu quickly packed up his textbooks.

He planned to visit the First Gymnasium—before the lunch break ended, the campus broadcast specifically notified students interested in club activities that they could go and visit.

(Club activities...maybe this is an opportunity.)

He recalled the information the senior student had revealed: ordinary students have the opportunity to earn points by participating in clubs, and those who perform well can receive extra subsidies from coaches, and even the school will issue rewards.

This is much more reliable than relying on unreliable class points.

Of course, this reward is a personal honor, and the reward is all personal points.

A faint citrus scent wafted over.

"Shimizu-kun~" Kikyo Kushida leaned closer, her hands behind her back. "Take out your phone. While you were away yesterday, I exchanged contact information with most of the class."

Akira Shimizu continued working, simply nodding: "Okay."

Kushida took out his phone, and the contact information interface had already been brought up on the screen.

The two tapped their fingers on the screen to complete the exchange.

"Horikita-kun... if you can..." Kikyo Kushida looked at Suzune Horikita, who was not far away, with a sweet smile.

"I don't want to add it." Horikita Suzune didn't even pause in her steps, uttering those three cold words before disappearing into the classroom doorway in the blink of an eye.

"Sigh~ I got rejected by Horikita-kun again." Kikyo Kushida sighed softly, then smiled even brighter, making a fist in front of her chest as a gesture of encouragement. "Looks like I'll have to try harder next time!"

Standing to the side, Akira Shimizu silently watched this scene. He knew better than anyone the true face hidden behind that sweet smile—which was precisely why he found it all the more terrifying.

How much pressure must one endure to maintain a perfect smile in the face of such obvious rejection?

(By the way... how does this student usually relieve stress? Do they watch some stress-relieving videos?)

(Could you recommend some good ways to relieve stress?)

Akira Shimizu is currently under a lot of pressure after learning about the S system and desperately needs to relieve that pressure.

“Speaking of which,” Kikyo Kushida suddenly turned to Akira Shimizu, tilting her head with a curious expression, “Shimizu-kun seems to be able to have normal conversations with Horikita-kun.”

"It was just normal conversation between classmates. By the way, I don't have her contact information either." Shimizu Akira paused for a moment, then shrugged.

Although she never asked, given Horikita Suzune's aloof personality, it was impossible for her to easily give out her contact information.

"Oh right! Shimizu-kun didn't have a chance to introduce yourself yesterday, did you? Let me introduce you to everyone for you!" Kikyo Kushida offered enthusiastically with a bright smile.

Japanese schools typically dismiss students early; it was only a little before 4 p.m., and the sun was still shining brightly outside the window.

With nearly an hour to go before 5 o'clock, Akira Shimizu could have stayed in the classroom and spent more time with his classmates.

This suited Shimizu Akira perfectly; he was just thinking of adding a few friends to his social media account. "Then I'll leave it to you."

Chapter 21: 021 Koenji Rokusuke: Shimizu-kun is a rare gentleman; I owe him a favor.

Akira Shimizu realized that Kikyo Kushida in his class was a miniature version of Honami Ichinose.

Whether it was the aloof and proud Haruka Hasebe, the taciturn Akito Miyake, or even the introverted Teruhiko Yukimura, they all maintained good relationships with her.

Through the interpersonal connections built by Kushida, Shimizu Akira successfully obtained the contact information of some of his classmates.

"Shimizu-kun, you absolutely have to teach those three idiots a lesson next time!" Shinohara Satsuki said in a low voice, her eyes unconsciously glancing in Ike Kanji's direction. "They're always spouting vulgarities without any restraint, treating the classroom like their own territory."

(A trio of idiots? That's a fitting nickname...)

"Hehe... Shinohara-san, don't worry about it too much~" Kikyo Kushida interjected at the right moment, "Boys at this age, well... it's normal to have some... puberty thoughts."

"Kushida-kun is such an angel! KMT!" Haruki Yamauchi and Kanji Ike shouted in unison, their eyes practically brimming with hearts.

Kikyo Kushida's Romanized name is Kikyou Kushida, and the abbreviation KMT is indeed correct.

(If these two were transported to another world, they'd be willing to be torn to pieces by the Gut Hunter just to protect a saint like Emilia...)

It is worth mentioning that, thanks to Kikyo Kushida's skillful maneuvering, on the surface, Akira Shimizu and Haruki Yamauchi are already able to have normal daily conversations.

As for what Haruki Yamauchi really thought? Akira Shimizu didn't care.

As long as the other party is sensible enough not to provoke me, that's fine.

In just over ten minutes of negotiation, Shimizu Akira's address book had already added the contact information of nearly half of his classmates.

This efficiency of being carried through a game by a social expert gave him the illusion of "winning without lifting a finger"—as if he was being led by Kikyo Kushida, the "social MVP," to frantically improve his interpersonal relationships in the class.

"Shimizu-kun..." Kikyo Kushida suddenly tugged at his sleeve, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, "Um... could you do me a small favor?"

Akira Shimizu was taken aback at first, then gave a knowing smile.

(There really is no such thing as a free lunch...)

This reminded him of the group of animals in his dormitory in his previous life, who never stopped asking him to bring them food and drinks.

However, the request from this socialite is probably not that simple.

He leaned slightly forward, maintaining a perfectly polite distance: "I wonder what you need me to do, Kushida-kun?"

"Do you remember the first thing I said when we first talked?" Kikyo Kushida clasped her hands in front of her.

"You said you've already exchanged contact information with the vast majority of people in the class." Shimizu Akira keenly caught the implication in her words.

"That's right..." The girl bit her lower lip, a rare look of embarrassment on her face. "Actually, besides Shimizu-san, there are two other people I've never been able to connect with—Horikita Suzune-san and Koenji Rokusuke-san."

(So ​​that's how it is, this is the real challenge level...)

Akira Shimizu nodded thoughtfully: "So, you want me to help make the connection?"

"That's right. Actually, it would be great if you could introduce me to someone." Kikyo Kushida looked up, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "If it were Shimizu-kun, maybe..."

(On the surface it's a choice between two options, but in reality there's no choice at all...)

Shimizu Akira secretly grumbled to himself. After all, everyone in the class knew that as Horikita Suzune's deskmate, he was indeed the most suitable "middleman."

(So ​​this is what they were waiting for me...)

He observed the "social butterfly" before him with great interest. The almost obsessive dedication in the girl's eyes reminded him of certain compulsive gamers who had to complete the entire encyclopedia to finish collecting all the illustrations.

(Does he really crave to be "friends" with everyone?)

This personality trait, which views interpersonal relationships as its lifeline, is almost like treating the number of followers on a social media account as a life KPI.

For Kikyo Kushida, even the slightest sign of dislike from someone would be as unbearable as having her carefully cultivated persona exposed in public.

"I understand." Shimizu Akira suddenly smiled meaningfully. "Let's go, I'll introduce you to Koenji-kun."

"Eh...?" Kikyo Kushida's pupils dilated slightly, and the perfect smile on her lips froze for a moment.

(Hehe, didn't expect that, did you?)

Akira Shimizu feigned a confused expression: "What? Koenji-kun and I are both boys, isn't it easier for men to communicate?" He asked pointedly, "Doesn't Kushida-kun... think so?"

He does owe the other party a favor, but that doesn't mean he's willing to be a puppet to be manipulated.

(Since we're going to choose, let's choose the one that surprises you the most—)

Kikyo Kushida's facial expressions were impeccable; after a mere 0.5 seconds of lapse in composure, her delicate face was once again adorned with an impeccable, gentle smile: "Shimizu-kun is right... then I'll trouble you."

As the two approached, Rokusuke Koenji was facing a small, gilded mirror, intently admiring his perfect profile.

"Kouenji-kun..." Kikyo Kushida approached with her signature sweet smile.

"Hmm?" Koenji didn't even look up, his slender fingers lightly brushing his temples. "Could it be that Kushida-kun is still holding a grudge about giving up his seat last time? Don't worry about it. I, Koenji Rokusuke, would never take such trivial matters to heart."

Kushida's smile froze on his face instantly.

(Interesting... It seems Kikyo Kushida was right; the other person is the narcissistic type she's least comfortable dealing with.)

He secretly compared the differences between the narcissist in front of him and Masumi Kamuro.

Both were self-centered, but Kamuro was like a rose armed with thorns, while Koenji—

"Well? Are you moved by my tolerance and magnanimity?" Koenji finally put down the mirror and revealed an extremely confident smile.

This student is more like a daffodil growing under the spotlight, with the words "I am the most beautiful" written all over her, inside and out.