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

"Horikita-kun, I'll remember you. Goodbye." Shimizu Akira smiled slightly upon hearing this, then turned and stepped onto the stairs.

Horikita stood there, frozen in place until his figure disappeared on the steps, as if suddenly realizing something.

(etc...)

(I actually... gave my name to a stranger?)

(This is completely contrary to my usual code of conduct.)

The April wind, carrying cherry blossoms, brushed past her ears as she repeatedly dissected the brief conversation in her mind.

—From sharp and confrontational questioning to unconsciously letting down one's guard in response.

—In just five rounds of dialogue, it felt as if every step was part of a carefully woven rhythm by the other person.

What alarmed her most was that the boy remained honest throughout.

He neither evaded her sharp questions nor tried to please her; he simply responded to each of her words with the most basic logic.

In the past ten years or so of my life, conversations with my peers have been either filled with insincere pleasantries or blatant rejection.

This was the first time she had ever experienced this feeling.

It doesn't seem too bad.

......

As Akira Shimizu stepped on the falling cherry blossom petals, the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.

"This Horikita-kun is really naive..." he muttered to himself, a hint of suppressed laughter in his voice.

The girl's expression was like an open book—the surprise and bewilderment so evident in the simple greetings were clearly a clumsy reaction to everyday social interactions. This reminded Shimizu Akira of the "special talents" he frequently dealt with in his previous life as the lead game designer.

Programmers' stubbornness, artists' obsessions, ground-based coders' perfectionism... whenever these "oddballs" persist in their own opinions to the point of causing headaches—

That's when he stepped in.

The image of the girl appeared before my eyes: a straight back, tightly pursed lips, and those expressive eyes.

She has the typical image of a "high-class beauty," but the brief contact just now has already revealed her true nature—she is clearly the type who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and her defenses are probably more fragile than paper.

"I haven't even put up my full strength yet..." Shimizu Akira sighed softly, "How could you surrender so easily?"

He merely used a small trick, retreating to advance, and the enemy was routed, even obediently revealing their names.

This innocent and pure reaction was completely different from the shrewd and calculating Kikyo Kushida just now.

Speaking of which, if a girl like this falls in love, she would probably devote herself entirely to her lover.

Akira Shimizu thought casually, his gaze following the drifting petals in the distance.

But then he changed his mind and put the idea aside for the time being.

Firstly, his class has not yet been determined, and secondly, he has just arrived and should stay put for a while before he understands the true nature of the school.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang in my mind.

[Ding~ Today's information has been updated]

[Information 1: At 10:30 AM today (after the opening ceremony), Masumi Kamuro from Class 1-A will "steal" a can of beer from the school's convenience store.]

[Second piece of information: Horikita Suzune's measurements are 79/54/79.]

[Information 3: If you need to satisfy your physiological needs, knock on Hoshinomiya Chie's door three times at 2:00 AM tomorrow.]

Akira Shimizu raised an eyebrow; today's intelligence was indeed unexpected.

Especially the third point... Does this school even have people offering this kind of special service?

Chapter 3: 003 The students of Class 1-D

Akira Shimizu considers himself an honest person.

He doesn't reject getting to know girls better, but he can't accept associating with prostitutes—the mere thought of the risk of contracting a disease is unsettling.

It's not to the point of sexual repression.

It's not that I can't get a girlfriend.

As for this Hoshinomiya Chie, Shimizu was completely baffled.

Which class's pretty girl is she from? Is she really that open-minded?

He didn't even consider the faculty and staff.

After all, even the worst teacher in Japan wouldn't dare to lay a hand on a student, right? There should be a bottom line like that.

This is a basic quality of a teacher.

As for the second piece of information—which may seem trivial on the surface, it has become an exclusive piece of information of invaluable value to some old perverts.

This deepened Shimizu Akira's understanding of Horikita Suzune.

It seems that this system occasionally pushes out seemingly useless but actually subtle information.

All things considered, at present, only the first piece of intelligence is probably truly useful.

......

It should be added that he was not completely unprepared for the time travel.

The day before, a mysterious email suddenly appeared in his inbox, sent from "System". The email concisely informed him that he had been selected as a freshman at an advanced high school and asked him to set his own identity, background, and special abilities after being transported to the world.

At the time, Akira Shimizu thought it was just a prank and filled it out casually. In the identity section, he casually wrote down a simple and sloppy description like "orphan from an orphanage". As for his abilities, he completely followed the template of "One-Punch Man" - an exaggerated training plan of "doing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, plus a 10-kilometer run every day for eight years".

Looking back now, he realizes that his memory has indeed been fragmented. Apart from the fragments of his years of consistent exercise and the scene of the entrance exam, his other memories are vague.

Fortunately, he had all the necessary identification documents, so at least he wasn't completely undocumented in this world.

Akira Shimizu now feels incredibly strong.

But then I thought, how much of an advantage can this strong physique bring in high school?

At best, it just means keeping the physical education grade sheet perfect forever.

This is not Suzuran High School next door, which follows the jungle law of "might makes right".

Looking at the polite students in front of the teaching building, Akira Shimizu couldn't help but shake his head at his absurd association.

......

According to the admission notice, Akira Shimizu was assigned to Class D of the first year.

When he arrived at the classroom, each desk had a nameplate engraved with the student's name neatly arranged on it.

Following the sign, Akira Shimizu quickly found his seat at the back of the classroom—the center of the last row.

The window seat had already been taken by that unassuming classmate with brown hair.

To his left, Horikita Suzune was placing her shoulder bag on the table and deftly tidying up her stationery.

Akira Shimizu lightly hung his shoulder bag on the hook on the side of his desk.

"160 new students, four classes..." he murmured to himself, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table, "40 students per class, that's a perfect number."

"The classroom is arranged in 5 rows and 8 columns," Horikita Suzune replied without looking up. "We've been assigned to Class D, and there must be three more classes ahead of us: A, B, and C. Based on these two pieces of information, there are indeed at least 160 students."

"Horikita-kun has a truly sharp mind," Shimizu Akira praised.

"You expected this, didn't you?" Horikita Suzune glanced at him coldly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have made the deduction of 'four classes, 40 students.'"

"You've misunderstood, that's not it." Shimizu Akira paused slightly, then took out the enrollment handbook from his shoulder bag and handed it to her.

The manual clearly states in black and white that each class has 40 students and is divided into four classes: A, B, C, and D.

Horikita Suzune's expression froze instantly.

However, she quickly regained her composure and handed the manual back as if nothing had happened.

"It seems the school provided clear figures from the beginning." Her voice remained cold, but her speech was a few decibels faster than usual. "Judging from the results, my reasoning was correct."

Immediately afterwards, Horikita Suzune pulled a copy of "Crime and Punishment" from her shoulder bag. She lowered her head slightly, exuding a cold aura that seemed to say "Do Not Disturb."

"Horikita-san." Shimizu Akira glanced at her again. "I remember you started reading this book on the bus, right? Why are you back to the first page now?"

Horikita Suzune's fingers paused slightly, and she replied in a cold voice, "My reading habit is to read something at least three times."

Her tone remained calm, but she turned the pages with more force than usual, making a crisp sound as the paper rustled.

(I see...) Shimizu Akira secretly concluded, (Isn't this just using reading to cover up his earlier blunder?)

He subtly observed the girl beside him.

Horikita Suzune's long eyelashes trembled slightly with the rhythm of her reading.

Even in awkward moments, she maintained her innate elegance.

(...They're actually quite cute.)

What surprised him even more was that this was the first time the other party had taken the initiative to talk to him.

Perhaps this seemingly aloof top student is not as resistant to social interaction as he appears?

However, he promptly withdrew his gaze.

If you keep watching, you might really anger this arrogant classmate.

Anyway, there's plenty of time in the future, and as seatmates, we'll have many more opportunities to get to know each other.

Akira Shimizu's gaze naturally shifted to his right-hand neighbor.

The red-haired girl wearing round-framed glasses was looking down awkwardly, her fiery red hair cascading down like a waterfall, almost completely obscuring her small face.

Her slender fingers nervously twisted the hem of her skirt, and her occasional glances at her classmates revealed obvious tension.

(Hmm? Is this also a beautiful girl...?)

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but glance at her again. The girl's fair skin stood out beautifully against her red hair, and she occasionally bit her cherry lips lightly.

Although she exudes an aura of "please don't notice me," her outstanding appearance makes her hard to ignore.

(See if there are any other familiar classmates.)

Akira Shimizu leaned against the center seat in the last row, a prime spot that gave him a clear view of the entire classroom.

His gaze was first drawn to Kikyo Kushida in the center of the classroom. This energetic girl was standing next to her seat, her hands lightly resting on the desk next to her, leaning slightly forward as she chatted with the students around her. She had clearly become the center of this small circle.

Shifting my gaze to the right, I saw Rokusuke Koenji, whom I had seen on the bus, casually propping his legs up on the desk and fiddling with a nail file in his hand.

The other person's powerful and explosive physique was particularly eye-catching in the classroom.

Akira Shimizu sensed that his opponent's physical abilities were no less than his own.

Chapter 4: 004 I'm here to report something.

The classroom door was gently pushed open, and a female teacher with a neat ponytail walked in with steady steps.

"My name is Chabashira Sae, and I am the homeroom teacher of Class D, responsible for teaching Japanese history."

Teacher Chazhu stood on the podium and scanned the entire room with sharp eyes.

"The opening ceremony will be held in one hour," she said succinctly, her voice as crisp as her ponytail. "Also, our school operates on a fixed class system, and you will all be spending the next three years together."

Chabashira Sae casually flipped through the enrollment handbook, her fingertip lightly tapping on a key clause: "Boarding system, leaving school without permission is strictly prohibited. Also..." Her gaze suddenly became meaningful, "From today onwards, you will be using the brand new 'S-point system'."

At her signal, the students pulled out their newly received student IDs.

After downloading the dedicated app and scanning the QR code, a balance of 100,000 points was clearly displayed on the screen.

"Points will be automatically deposited on the 1st of each month. 1 point is equivalent to 1 yen," Teacher Chabashira said calmly. "Within the school, there's nothing you can't buy with points. You can buy anything you own within the school grounds."

A chorus of gasps filled the classroom. Students whispered among themselves, their faces filled with disbelief—after all, for an average high school student, receiving 100,000 yen a month out of thin air was simply a fantasy.

Akira Shimizu raised an eyebrow slightly.

This school was indeed different from others; it was the first time he had ever encountered a school that paid its students.

What really bothered him was Chabashira-sensei's meaningful remark, "You can buy anything."

(This kind of statement... is just as suspicious as the settings of some 18+ games.)

Chazuki Sae tapped her fingers heavily on the podium, making a dull thud.

The classroom fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on her.

"Listen up," her voice suddenly rose an octave, her sharp gaze sweeping over the students excitedly discussing points, "Everything in this school—is based on merit."

She paused deliberately, looking at the different expressions on the students' faces: some looked confused, while others were indifferent.