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

Chabashira Sae replied crisply, "No. All point transactions are under the school's surveillance."

"As long as we keep it from the other students, it doesn't matter whether the school knows or not," Shimizu Akira insisted.

Chabashira Saeko was silent for a moment, then sent a message: "You can open a second sub-account using your real ID. The fee is 10,000 points."

"Deal." Shimizu Akira completed the transfer without hesitation.

Almost instantly, a brand new account information was sent to his terminal.

Although it is still linked to his ID card, the new account shows a zero balance—like a blank canvas, waiting for him to paint and plan.

So, who should we inform?

Chapter 42: 042 I want to tell Kushida-san of Class D some important information.

At night, the emergency lights in the school corridors cast a pale, white glow in the darkness.

Kikyo Kushida stood in front of the iron gate leading to the rooftop, her school uniform skirt swaying violently with her movements.

"Horikita... Horikita... Horikita!"

With each time she uttered that name, her kicks became heavier.

The metal door made a dull thud, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

"Die...die...die!"

Her voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, her sweet tone now twisted into a ferocious timbre.

"It's the same again today...it's the same again!" Kikyo Kushida tilted her head back and growled at the mottled ceiling. "Why does that pretentious woman look at me like that? What right does she have to ignore me? Is winning the swimming competition something to be proud of?"

"Haruki Yamauchi... Kanji Ike... looked at me with those lewd eyes again today!" She chewed on those two names, as if savoring something disgusting. "If it weren't for maintaining my public image, I wouldn't even bother with you! Two pieces of trash with brains full of nonsense, why don't you just go home!"

She was breathing heavily.

A few minutes later.

Kushida took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel all the pent-up emotions from his chest.

The ferocity on his face gradually faded, and the twisted corners of his mouth lifted into a gentle curve once more.

Kikyo Kushida gently patted her skirt and tidied her slightly messy hair.

"Phew~ I feel so refreshed!"

Her voice regained its former sweetness, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying the lightness unique to young girls.

It was as if the person who had just been hysterically kicking the door and cursing through gritted teeth had never existed.

—At this moment, she is still the beloved Kikyo Kushida.

Gentle, cheerful, and understanding, no one would have guessed that just seconds before, such intense malice had surged within this body.

"Shimizu-san, I'm sorry~ I lied to you." She suddenly stopped and playfully stuck out her tongue at the empty corridor, her tone light as if she were sharing a harmless little secret.

The question from that boy a few days ago still seemed to echo in my ears—"How do you usually relieve stress, Kushida-san?"

(This is my answer.)

The dull thud of kicking the iron gate with her toes, the vicious curses squeezed out from between her teeth, tearing away her disguise in the deserted darkness—this was her unique way of relieving stress.

(When did it start?)

Fragments of memory suddenly surfaced: the dark history exposed in junior high school, the overwhelming insults on social media accounts, and that rainy night when I was forced to delete all my accounts.

Then there was the opening ceremony, Horikita Suzune's indifferent profile, and Koenji Rokusuke's nonchalant chuckle—that feeling of being completely ignored was more suffocating than direct malice.

That night, she wanted to go to the rooftop for some fresh air, but found the iron gate locked.

The pent-up emotions finally burst forth at that moment, and a twisted sense of pleasure suddenly surged into my heart when I kicked the door for the first time.

(So ​​that's when I developed this bad habit.)

Therefore, whenever she encounters something unpleasant, this dark corner becomes her outlet for venting.

In the darkness where no one knows, the perfect Kikyo Kushida can temporarily shed her disguise and let her true, ugly self breathe.

Just then, a slight vibration came from her pocket.

Kikyo Kushida reached into her pocket and fumbled for her phone.

The cold light from the phone screen reflected on her face, making her expression appear particularly gloomy.

"Who is it this time..." she muttered under her breath, her tone revealing impatience.

In order to maintain her "class angel" persona, Kikyo Kushida not only added everyone in Class D (except for that annoying Suzune Horikita), but also saved a lot of contact information for boys and girls from other classes.

Just replying to those boring greetings every day takes her two or three hours—it's even more tiring than dealing with those two idiots, Yamauchi and Ike.

(Especially at night...)

Kikyo Kushida pursed her lips, and the meaningless nonsense sent by Haruki Yamauchi and Kanji Ike immediately popped into her mind: "Good night," "Drink more hot water," "Get some rest~."

Every time she sees these messages, she feels like blocking the other person immediately, but in the end she can only grit her teeth and reply with "I'm going to sleep" or "I'm going to take a shower".

(This is so annoying... Why don't those two just drop out of school!)

She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and swiped her finger across the screen—but froze the moment she saw the friend request.

[Yueqing (male) requests to add you as a friend]

(stranger?)

This ID has a somewhat artistic feel to it and at first glance looks like a girl's, but the profile shows that she is male.

Her fingertip hovered above the screen, and she hesitated for a second.

(Could it be some bored guy who found out my account again...?)

However, the nickname in the friend request sent by the other party made her pause.

[I want to tell Kushida-kun in Class D some important information.]

Aren't you curious why the upperclassmen always look at you with a hint of disdain?

The words on the screen were like a fine needle, precisely piercing her sore spot.

Kushida's fingernails unconsciously tapped softly on the phone case.

This is true.

These past few days, she has been deliberately trying to run into senior students in the corridors and cafeteria, greeting them with her sweetest smile in an attempt to build a good relationship, but she always manages to catch a glimpse of the other person's meaningful smile as she turns away.

Those whispered chuckles and those condescending gazes lingered like a persistent, intractable disease.

"This is infuriating... How did this classmate know... Is he a student in Class D?" she muttered to herself, her thumb trembling as it hovered over the reject button.

But a mix of resentment and curiosity ultimately led her to press the green "Accept" button firmly.

The phone then emitted a "ding" notification sound.

Almost instantly, the phone screen was filled with a long string of messages.

Kikyo Kushida's gaze fell on the first message and she couldn't look away.

This school implements a graded and class-based system, dividing students into four levels according to entrance tests and certain criteria: Class A represents geniuses, while Class D represents defective students.

...

A few minutes later, Kikyo Kushida finally finished reading the entire message word by word.

Admittedly, this information is truly shocking—the truth about class assignments, the rating of Class D, the mechanism by which class points work...

But for her, none of these were the important points.

"If I reveal this information to my classmates tomorrow..." A faint smile played on her lips, a calculating glint in her eyes, "maybe I can completely surpass Hirata Yosuke and become the true leader of Class D. Then, everyone will look at me with that kind of adoration and dependence..."

Kikyo Kushida suddenly let out a sweet chuckle: "Hehe... I really should 'thank' this complete stranger from the internet."

Chapter 43: 043 Today's Information: The leader of Class C, Grade 1 is Ryuen Sho.

Kikyo Kushida's fingers tapped rapidly on the screen: "Thank you for the information~ I'm Kikyo Kushida from Class D, first year. How can I possibly thank you?"

The moment the message was sent, the recipient displayed a "typing" status.

Yueqing: "No need to thank me."

Kushida continued typing: "By the way! Which class are you in? How did you know my account?"

The chat window remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly a final message popped up: "Well... it's not convenient to talk about this, classmate, I'm going to take a shower."

Akira Shimizu pressed the send button and exited the chat interface without hesitation.

He and Kikyo Kushida never chatted online at all.

Although they added each other as friends a long time ago, they never exchanged a single message.

This contact was merely to carry out a task assigned by the homeroom teacher.

Now that the key information has been conveyed, this conversation should end here.

He knew Kushida's personality all too well—that girl who was so comfortable in class, she might just turn this conversation into gossip in the blink of an eye.

If she were to follow the clues and discover my identity...

He wasn't worried about the information leak itself—this level of transaction was commonplace on campus.

But if those noisy classmates find out, they'll inevitably be pestered for details.

Just imagining that group of people surrounding him and chattering away made his temples throb.

"Troublesome," he muttered to himself, and checked his chat history with the other party again.

This carefully disguised account is a valuable asset; it will be very useful in dealing with Class A, and in negotiating with Class B and Class C.

It would be a huge loss if it were scrapped now because Kushida leaked the news.

Maintaining secrecy is the key to long-term success.

...

[Ding~ Today's information has been updated]

[Information 1: The leader of Class C in the first year is Ryuen Sho]

[Secret Information 2: Kohei Katsuragi of Class 1-A suffers from alopecia.]

[Information 3: Tonight at 7:55 PM, Horikita Suzune will be physically punished by Horikita Manabu behind the first-year dormitory.]

The daily intelligence update is on schedule at 8:00 AM on Tuesday morning.

After these days of accumulation, Shimizu Akira has begun to consciously classify and organize the intelligence:

The highest level of intelligence undoubtedly includes those that foreshadow future events.

Examples include the argument between Kikyo Kushida and Rokusuke Koenji over giving up their seats on a bus, or Masumi Kamuro's attempt to steal beer—all of which are prophetic.

The next level of information is about the overall situation of the school and each class.

The least valuable items are the students' personal privacy information.

Today's intelligence haul was pretty good—one piece of information about Class C, one piece of information that foreshadows future events, and one piece of personal information.

As Shimizu Akira pondered to himself, he began to integrate the intelligence and clues he had gathered over the past few days.

(It seems that, except for Class D, all other classes have already established clear leaders?)

The situation in Class A was the clearest—Arisu Sakayanagi and Kohei Katsuragi were jointly in control. It was Masumi Kamuro who revealed this to him personally.

The leader of Class B is undoubtedly Honami Ichinose.

After all, Hoshinomiya Chie had clearly stated to him that she was the class representative.

As for Class C, the intelligence directly provided the answer—Ryuen Sho.

Akira Shimizu doesn't yet know what kind of person the other party is, or what methods they used to control Class C.

As for Class D... the situation is somewhat delicate.

On the surface, Hirata Yosuke and Kushida Kikyo are indeed quite influential in the class, but it would be more accurate to call them "core figures" rather than "leaders".

Their prestige was more of a naturally formed cohesive force than a true power of dominance.

There is a fundamental difference between a "key figure" and a "true leader".

A true leader must understand that being disliked by some people is normal, and enforcing discipline is a duty. There is an invisible boundary between subordinates and leaders.

In contrast, consider the two "key figures" of Class D: