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

Kanji Ike? You actually manage to be on time for class without skipping or being late? The odds of that are lower than winning the lottery!

Haruki Yamauchi: Hehe, you know what I mean.

Kanji Ike: Wait...you wouldn't be...so eager to see girls in swimsuits too?

Haruki Yamauchi: High five. You understand me, Kazuji!

Yosuke Hirata: Although the motives weren't entirely pure... it's always good to arrive at school on time, but your attendance records this week...

Haruki Yamauchi: Whatever, the teacher doesn't care anyway, why are you worrying about it?

Akira Shimizu silently put down his phone and sighed.

These guys are really carefree.

A week has passed since the start of the semester, but they are completely unaware of the hidden point deduction rules on campus, and are still discussing their next swimming class like a flock of happy little sparrows.

In this week, he has witnessed more than fifty instances of disciplinary infractions: being late, skipping class, whispering, secretly playing on one's phone...

At the beginning of the school year, Kanji Ike was just an ordinary student, but after hanging out with Haruki Yamauchi, he gradually became a frequent truant and unknowingly became one of Kikyo Kushida's many followers, following her around like a monkey in heat.

This confirms the old saying: "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black."

Akira Shimizu saw all of this, but he also understood that he had no right to interfere with other people's choices of friends.

Ultimately, they were just classmates.

At that moment, a crisp notification sound rang in his mind.

[Ding~ Today's information has been updated]

[Information 1: The school will tally the class points for each class at the end of each month.]

[Information 2: Class Points After the First Month of School: Class A 940 points | Class B 650 points | Class C 490 points | Class D 0 points]

[Intelligence 3: Kikyo Kushida expresses her emotions by kicking down doors and yelling at people]

He was stunned. The value of these three pieces of intelligence far exceeded his expectations, especially the second one—that glaring number felt like a heavy punch to his retina.

(Zero points? Class D is... a complete zero?)

"Ah..."

A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of Shimizu Akira's lips, and he suddenly chuckled softly.

There was neither joy nor surprise in the laughter, only a cold laugh of being amused by the absurd reality.

This is what allows you to hold back your anger.

"I could have predicted this class would be a disaster... but I never imagined it would be this bad."

Even the most pessimistic predictions should have a minimum score—just like letting elementary school students take the college entrance exam; if they guess a few multiple-choice questions correctly, they can always get a single-digit score.

But zero points? This means that Class D not only failed to achieve anything, but may have also triggered all the deduction criteria.

(Could it be that there were no points left to deduct, which is why it got 0 points?)

In that instant, Akira Shimizu clearly felt something collapsing—not the dignity of Class D, but the disillusionment of his last glimmer of hope for this class.

(As expected... this class is beyond saving.)

This conclusion, like a cold, sharp blade, decisively severed his last shred of hesitation.

In fact, he never had any expectations for this class from the beginning, and this information was just laying the cruel reality bare in front of him.

If this rating system were divided into several more tiers, they probably wouldn't even be able to keep their D class status and would only be classified into the lower-level E or F classes.

(The gap between them and Class C is a full 490 points...)

This reminded him of the people in the college entrance exam whose scores were so close that a single point could make or break a huge gap.

What now stands between Class D and Class C are a total of 490 such "playgrounds"—this is not just a gap, but an almost insurmountable chasm.

Akira Shimizu's current situation is like being forcibly stuffed into a project team that is on the verge of disbanding.

The seasoned veterans in the team are either scrolling through short videos at their workstations or timing themselves to leave work.

At the monthly performance review meetings, this team always fails to receive any bonuses because of its low attendance rate and failure to meet KPIs.

As a newcomer, he clearly saw through this dead end, but he was unable to extricate himself because of the contract.

They could only secretly take on odd jobs, barely managing to survive in the cracks.

Not only were Haruki Yamauchi and Kanji Ike frequently late or skipped class, but even the group of gyaru (gal) girls that Megumi Karuizawa belonged to often played on their phones during class.

It can be said that nearly half of the students in the class had violated school rules.

(Third piece of information! Was Kikyo Kushida lying after all? Her way of relieving stress is kicking down doors and yelling at people?)

Akira Shimizu was not surprised by this. He had long known that the other party was a two-faced person.

After all, no one is perfect, and everyone needs an outlet to vent their emotions.

Suppressing negative emotions can easily lead to depression and illness.

Akira Shimizu himself is not a perfect person, and at this moment, he felt a little depressed because he learned that Class D had a zero score.

......

The classroom quickly became lively.

As soon as Haruki Yamauchi and Kanji Ike entered the room, they couldn't wait to start discussing pool activities, their voices so loud they could almost be heard in the hallway.

Seven or eight boys quickly gathered around them, surrounding the laptop that the bespectacled man, referred to as "Doctor," had opened.

"Hey, I bet Sakura is at least a D!"

"Are you kidding me? It's definitely E! I'll bet 500 points!"

"Kushida would definitely be D, right?"

Amidst the rising and falling lewd laughter, they even solemnly laid out an odds table, completely oblivious to the disgusted looks cast at them by the girls around them.

After a week of adjustment, Class D gradually formed several core members.

The first to be recognized was Yosuke Hirata—with his outstanding appearance, excellent interpersonal skills, and status as a member of the soccer club, he won widespread recognition for his fair and gentle approach to things.

The other is Kikyo Kushida. This girl is known for her infectiously cheerful smile and is always able to keenly perceive the emotional fluctuations of everyone.

She hadn't arrived yet—otherwise, the boys wouldn't have dared to talk about her so openly.

Hirata was already in the classroom, talking with several classmates.

Noticing the commotion in the corner, he frowned slightly, then strode steadily toward the group of boys.

"Everyone," his voice was gentle yet authoritative, "there are girls in the classroom; this kind of bet isn't appropriate."

"Ah...it's Hirata."

"Okay, okay."

The boys dispersed awkwardly.

As a leader in the class, Hirata's words certainly carried weight.

However, Haruki Yamauchi and Kanji Ike remained standing there, their faces full of resentment.

Yosuke Hirata maintained his gentle smile and skillfully changed the subject: "Instead of doing this kind of thing, how about finding a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" Yamauchi suddenly raised his voice, then lowered it mysteriously, "Speaking of which... Sakura confessed to me." His voice was just loud enough for everyone around to hear.

"What?!" Ike Kanji's eyes widened dramatically. "That Sakura who always wears glasses?"

Hirata paused, his gaze sweeping over Sakura Airi's empty seat, the smile on his lips gradually freezing.

He weighed the pros and cons in his mind about how to handle the situation—although Yamauchi was clearly talking nonsense, it would be difficult to expose him on the spot when the person involved was not present.

Just then, a screeching sound of chairs scraping against each other suddenly came from the back of the classroom.

"you sure?"

Akira Shimizu suddenly stood up, his gaze sweeping coldly over Haruki Yamauchi and Kanji Ike.

Yamanouchi's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Ahem... I must have made a mistake! It's that inconspicuous girl with glasses from the next class!"

He scurried back to his seat in a panic, like a rabbit being targeted by a predator.

Ike Kanji's reaction was somewhat calm, but he froze the moment he met Shimizu Akira's gaze.

He gave an awkward twitch of his lips, but ultimately retreated to his seat in silence.

(Shimizu Akira from the boxing club... Last time at the entrance ceremony, Yamauchi said something he shouldn't have, and he almost got beaten up by him. Looks like he's finally learned his lesson this time.)

(Is this Shimizu-kun's method for solving problems?)

Hirata seemed to be deep in thought, then gave Shimizu Akira a grateful look.

Chapter 30: 030 Hirata Yosuke: ??? Violence solves nothing.

Airi Sakura is an extremely introverted girl.

Almost no one in the classroom would speak to her, and during lunch break she would always sit alone in a corner, eating her lunch quietly with her head down.

Because Shimizu Akira was seated to her left, he would occasionally have some simple conversations with her, but that was all—her responses were barely audible, let alone her speaking.

Would Sakura Airi, in this state, suddenly confess her feelings to Yamauchi Haruki?

It wasn't that he looked down on Yamanouchi, it's just that this guy was really... hard to describe.

He talks about "girls" and "love" all the time, and nine out of ten sentences revolve around his lower body. He boasts about how popular he is, but in reality, most of the girls in the class don't even bother to look at him.

He was of average appearance, mediocre grades, and average athletic ability. There was not even one thing that made him likable—because no one would bother to remember him.

Shimizu Akira glanced coldly at Yamanouchi.

Considering the absurd boasts this guy usually makes, and combined with Sakura Airi's almost transparently introverted personality—the answer is obvious.

Yamauchi only dared to fabricate such a ridiculous lie because he thought Sakura was easy to bully and wouldn't refute him.

It's normal for men to brag, but there should at least be a limit.

Boasting about getting high scores or being popular in junior high school, no matter how outrageous, at least only involves yourself.

But what about Yamauchi? In order to glorify himself, he didn't hesitate to use a girl who didn't even dare to speak loudly as a stepping stone.

This isn't just vanity; it's a sign of mental instability.

Akira Shimizu was already furious about the news that everyone in Class D got zero points, so he didn't hold back and retorted to the other party.

The result was exactly as he had predicted.

Yamauchi's expression froze instantly. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't squeeze out even a decent rebuttal.

In the end, he could only blush and mutter sullenly, "...mistaken identity...", before slinking back to his seat.

(Does this school allow students to withdraw...?)

As Shimizu Akira gazed at the figure huddled up in the mountains, a subtle thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Haruki Yamauchi is practically a walking burden—his grades are at the bottom, he has no special talents, and all he does is cause trouble all day.

Even in Class D, which is known for its "problem children," he managed to be at the very bottom of the class.

It's easy to imagine how incompetent he must be.

However, in the end, Yamauchi had not directly provoked him since the entrance ceremony.

Although he was talking nonsense this time, at least he honestly admitted his mistake after being exposed.

Akira Shimizu noticed the concerned look in Yosuke Hirata's eyes and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

(Hirata-kun...you don't think I'm going to make a move, do you?)

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Although he's not in a good mood right now, it's not enough for him to resort to violence over such a small matter.

Moreover, he actually respected Hirata, the class monitor, quite a bit—that sunny boy always took the initiative to help introverted classmates integrate into the group, patiently tutored classmates with poor grades, and even paid out of his own pocket to organize class dinners.

Although he himself could never become such a "saint," as a JOJO fan in his past life, he always held a deep respect for people who shone with the "golden spirit."

Akira Shimizu took out his phone and typed a few lines in the chat interface.

During a casual chat last week, Hirata took the initiative to exchange contact information with him, and he didn't expect to use it so soon.

Akira Shimizu: Hirata-kun, please rest assured, no matter how angry I am, I would never resort to violence in the classroom. This is a place for studying.