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

When Akira Shimizu brought Megumi Karuizawa to the boxing club, Captain Sato didn't even wait for them to finish explaining their purpose before laughing and making the decision:

"Manager? No problem!"

Immediately, a heavy fist slammed into Shimizu's shoulder, causing him to stagger back half a step—

Among the many new students, Department Head Sato had special expectations for Akira Shimizu—this junior was like a rough diamond.

Generally speaking, people with outstanding physical abilities have been exposed to one or two fighting techniques.

However, these people often have habitual movements that are difficult to correct—for example, people who practice karate always subconsciously want to use a roundhouse kick, which is absolutely forbidden under boxing rules.

But Akira Shimizu is completely different.

This junior spent a full eight years practicing only the basics, just like that max-level newbie character in a game who stubbornly refuses to change jobs.

That's why when he officially started learning boxing systematically, his progress was astonishingly fast—the pure foundation became the most precious blank canvas.

...

Before they left, Sato patted Shimizu Akira on the shoulder.

"You won't need to come to training so frequently anymore."

Seeing the other person pause slightly, Sato-senpai added with a smile, "Just come occasionally. To be honest, your rate of progress... is truly astonishing."

The senior's gaze swept over the other freshmen practicing on the sidelines. "This might affect the other team members' enthusiasm. If you're bored, you could go check out the student council."

Akira Shimizu nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

This innate body truly possesses astonishing athletic talent.

"That Department Head Sato... seems to think highly of you."

On the way back to the classroom, Karuizawa Kei suddenly broke the silence.

Akira Shimizu shrugged. "He's just after my strong physique."

Karuizawa Kei suddenly stopped in her tracks.

At this point, she suddenly realized that she was not much different from that generous boxing minister.

"I feel a little bad about asking you to ask that minister for help, haha."

Karuizawa Kei tried to cover up her embarrassment with a light laugh.

Akira Shimizu shrugged: "After all, 80,000 points aren't free."

"Speaking of which—why were you protecting Sakura-san just now? Could it be... she also signed some kind of secret agreement with you?"

No, not at all.

"Huh—? No? That's too cunning! I actually paid out 80,000 points!"

"You didn't buy any exclusive protection rights."

Karuizawa Kei pouted in dissatisfaction, but Shimizu Akira merely glanced at her indifferently, pretending not to hear.

—The money she paid was for his protection, but it didn't stipulate that he could only protect her.

......

When it was time for the afternoon swimming lesson, the students headed to their respective changing rooms one after another.

It was then that Akira Shimizu noticed the peculiarity of swimming classes in Japanese high schools—

The girls wore neat one-piece swimsuits, while the boys only needed to wear a pair of athletic shorts.

This is practically a public execution of one's body.

Seeing the several thin boys awkwardly crossing their arms, Shimizu Akira couldn't help but shake his head inwardly—in this kind of situation, boys who lack exercise are probably a hundred times more ashamed than girls wearing swimsuits.

However, for him personally, being shirtless is not a big deal.

Inside the dressing room, Akira Shimizu was shirtless when he suddenly noticed that Kiyotaka Ayanokouji's figure was surprisingly outstanding.

His muscle lines are very symmetrical, and every muscle texture presents a perfect streamline.

This refined physique even surpasses Hirata Yosuke's robustness and Sudo Ken's imposing stature, displaying a restrained yet ultimate beauty of strength.

Looking at the entire class, perhaps only Koenji Rokusuke's near-perfect physique and Shimizu Akira himself could be compared to him.

The surrounding boys' eyes were unconsciously drawn to these three people. Some subconsciously touched their thin abdomens, while others unconsciously straightened their backs.

Besides secretly comparing certain unspeakable dimensions, the contest of muscles is also a silent war among men.

"Shimizu-san, Ayanokouji-san, how did you two get such great figures?!" Ike Kanji suddenly leaned over, his eyes flashing with a mixture of envy and suspicion.

Akira Shimizu crossed his arms and answered seriously, "It's very simple. Every day, I do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, plus a 10-kilometer run, and I absolutely refuse to turn on the air conditioner no matter how hot it is."

Ayanokouji remained expressionless, his tone as flat as if he were stating the weather: "Nothing special, just inherited my parents' constitution."

"Hey! You two!" Chi Kuanzhi's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but shout, "One of you is obviously just spouting nonsense from reading too many comics, and the other couldn't even be bothered to make up an excuse! Who are you trying to fool with such a perfunctory answer?!"

The boys around couldn't help but laugh, but their eyes lingered on those two perfect bodies for a few more seconds—no matter how they tried to hide it, their envy and jealousy were impossible to conceal.

Shortly after the boys arrived at the pool area, the girls appeared in twos and threes at the locker room entrance.

Surprisingly, Hasebe Haruka, Sakura Airi, and several other girls did not go directly to the pool, but instead appeared on the observation deck on the second floor.

However, before the boys could even feel sorry for Hasebe's absence, a commotion broke out at the pool entrance the next second—Kikyo Kushida had appeared.

She walked with light steps, the sunlight reflecting off the water outlining her perfect figure.

Her fair thighs trembled slightly with each step, her full buttocks appeared even more pert under the swimsuit, and the proud curve of her chest made the boys hold their breath in unison.

"Woooooooooo!"

"That's amazing!"

A chorus of exclamations erupted from the group of boys.

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but glance at the other person several times before slowly looking away.

(It must be admitted that Kikyo Kushida's figure is truly exceptional.)

Chapter 33: 033 Kushida Kikyo is still far inferior to gold diggers.

In Class D, in terms of looks and figure, Kikyo Kushida might not be the most outstanding one.

But Kikyo Kushida possesses a unique charm—a subtle quality that lies between girlish innocence and feminine allure, making her the undisputed sexiest girl in the class.

When she talks to boys, her unguarded and innocent demeanor—the way she tilts her head slightly and the natural smile—is more captivating than any deliberate attempt at allure.

She didn't even try to pose; she simply displayed her youthful curves with natural grace. That innate sexiness made the boys in Class D all sigh inwardly:

—Kushida-kun, that's really unfair.

Akira Shimizu sat by the pool, silently watching Kikyo Kushida being surrounded by the boys like a star.

She was tossing her wet hair, water droplets sliding down her neck and into the hollow of her collarbone, causing a restrained commotion among the boys around her.

(Such a skillful performance...)

He recalled how, when school started, Haruki Yamauchi and his group used to fawn over Haruka Hasebe like lapdogs, but now they had all become Kushida's loyal fans.

This seemingly sunny and cheerful girl is actually much more shrewd than she appears—she knows how to use a distant gaze and just the right amount of physical contact to make boys willingly revolve around her.

Akira Shimizu squinted, his memory suddenly flashing back to his university days.

Aren't those girls in the neighboring major who are good at "fishing" the same way? His roommate was completely fooled and even saved his meal money to buy them gifts.

Kikyo Kushida was clearly not related to the so-called "ama" (female divers) – at least as far as Akira Shimizu knew, she had never received any gifts or points from any male classmates.

On the contrary, this girl often bought snacks out of her own pocket and enthusiastically distributed them to her classmates.

She was determined to build friendships with all her classmates.

If she were truly the kind of woman who was adept at scheming, she would probably only be interested in wealthy second-generation heirs from well-off families.

What Kikyo Kushida truly craved was the attention she received from her classmates. She longed to be looked at with admiration and longing.

Akira Shimizu remembered seeing Kushida squatting in the corner of the classroom, patiently teaching Wang Meiyu, who was somewhat introverted, how to fold paper cranes.

The radiance in her eyes back then was far more genuine than when she's surrounded by boys now.

Ultimately, all she craved was genuine attention and recognition from others—this vanity unique to adolescence, ironically, made Shimizu Akira find it somewhat endearing.

Compared to those materialistic gold diggers, Kushida's "little schemes" are so pure they seem like a scene from a youth drama.

That's really too low a skill level.

...

Immediately after, Horikita Suzune walked over with brisk steps.

Although not as voluptuous as Kikyo Kushida, the fabric clinging to her skin clearly outlined her beautiful figure—a slender yet not thin waist, a perfectly proportioned bust, and toned legs sculpted through long-term exercise.

Akira Shimizu's gaze lingered on Suzune Horikita for a few more seconds.

After all, on the second day of school, they learned her measurements—79/54/79—through the intelligence system.

He still can't understand why Haruki Yamauchi always uses "thin" to describe her.

This is clearly a well-proportioned figure that has undergone rigorous training; every curve is just right, possessing both the slenderness of a young girl and an understated sense of strength.

As he was pondering this, Horikita walked straight towards him.

Her sharp gaze swept unabashedly over his well-defined upper body, her cool eyes narrowing slightly, carrying a hint of professional scrutiny.

"Your muscles are very well-defined," she said, getting straight to the point. "What kind of training do you do?"

"Just basic exercises," Shimizu Akira told her verbatim, "100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats every day, plus a 10-kilometer run."

Horikita raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly: "I didn't realize you were so hard on yourself?"

"It's just the basic requirement for maintaining bodily functions." He stretched his shoulder joints. "Moderate exercise can keep both body and mind in optimal condition."

"Really?" Horikita's gaze lingered on his taut back muscles for a moment. "My training volume isn't at your level; I just do daily morning runs and basic physical exercises."

Akira Shimizu noticed the girl's unconsciously straightened back as she spoke. "Horikita-san maintains a very good figure; her physical fitness is probably the best among the girls in our class."

She narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this. "Oh? Your conclusion is based on... having thoroughly examined the 'physical fitness' of all the girls in the class? That doesn't seem to fit your persona."

Akira Shimizu shrugged, a frank smile playing on his lips: "After all, I'm a mentally and physically healthy high school boy, and I have some instinctive curiosity. It's perfectly normal for boys and girls of this age to be curious about the opposite sex's body."

"So, what image do you have of me?" he asked, keenly sensing the oddity in the other person's words.

Horikita Suzune turned her head slightly, "...I just feel that you resemble someone somewhat."

"Wait a minute." Shimizu Akira had a bold guess. "You're not comparing me to your brother, are you?"

The girl's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly.

This reaction convinced Shimizu that her guess was correct—after all, given Horikita Suzune's interpersonal relationships, the only person she could compare herself to was that older brother.

"Horikita-kun," he took a half step back, a hint of helpless amusement in his voice, "I didn't expect you to think so highly of me."

Horikita Manabu is already the leader of Class 3-A and the student council president who stands at the top of the entire school.

He is almost certainly the number one student among them.

He was also praised by all the teachers as "the most outstanding student council president since the school was founded," a genius without exception.

Akira Shimizu never expected that Suzune Horikita had already placed him and her brother on the same starting line.

Horikita Suzune's eyes suddenly turned cold. "...Stop being so presumptuous!"

Before she could finish speaking, her right hand slashed down with the sharpness of a blade—but was caught firmly in mid-air.

Shimizu Akira had somehow managed to grab her wrist, his fingertips pressed precisely on her pulse, and he could clearly feel her accelerated heartbeat.

"Let's discuss the issue." Shimizu Akira slowly tightened his grip. "Why the sneak attack? Come to think of it, shouldn't this be considered self-defense?"

The distance between the two suddenly closed with this action, and Horikita could even feel the other's steady breathing. This realization made her pull her hand back sharply, while the latter waved his hand, maintaining his usual calm expression.

Chapter 34: 034 Kikyo Kushida: You bitch, go die!

Akira Shimizu didn't pay much attention to Suzune Horikita, who was deliberately keeping her distance from him.

Those words just now clearly touched a nerve with the other party.

—This is what a brother complex is like.

It's so hot here.

The sun was scorching the tiles at the edge of the pool, and even his backside could feel the heat.

Akira Shimizu raised his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat that kept seeping from his forehead.