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

"These points," Teacher Chazhu held up his teacher terminal, the screen flashing numbers, "are the school's evaluation of you. Remember, obtaining points from others through any fraudulent or coercive means is strictly prohibited."

Her tone suddenly turned cold as she spoke the last few words.

Chazhu turned around and neatly wrote a string of numbers on the blackboard, the chalk making a crisp sound as it rubbed against the blackboard.

Finally, he added a social media account, then casually added, "This is my contact information. Remember to add your names in the notes."

She paused, then lightly tapped the blackboard with her fingertip. "For everyday matters, just send a message, or you can come to my office. If it's something extremely urgent, you can call me directly."

The classroom was immediately filled with the sound of keypad clicks as students lowered their heads to operate their phones.

Akira Shimizu swiped the screen and saved the number to his contacts.

Pause your fingertip on the LINE icon for a moment—in Japan, this is indeed the more commonly used way to communicate.

His fingertip tapped the screen, and the friend request was successfully sent with a "ding" sound.

Akira Shimizu subconsciously looked up at the podium—teacher Chabashira was leaning against the lectern with his arms crossed, his wrists empty beneath his uniform sleeves, his cell phone clearly still lying quietly in someone's pocket.

His gaze gradually hardened, and Chabashira-sensei's words echoed repeatedly in his mind—strength is paramount, points are the measure of worth, and you can buy anything within the school...

(The evaluation criteria are exam scores? What about sports competitions and club activities?)

More importantly, the harsh logic behind this points system is beginning to emerge: since points are equivalent to evaluation, they are bound to fluctuate—they may increase in value, but they can also be revoked. In extreme cases, does this mean dropping out of school when points reach zero?

This campus spending system, which uses points instead of cash, achieves a certain degree of fairness—students from impoverished families are no longer embarrassed by financial difficulties, while those born with a silver spoon in their mouths can no longer rely on their family wealth to obtain special treatment.

It seems this school is much more interesting than he imagined.

"Well then, I wish you a wonderful campus life."

As soon as Chazuki Sachi finished speaking, her high heels tapped on the floor, making a series of crisp sounds that gradually faded into the distance.

Before the whispers in the classroom had completely subsided, Shimizu Akira had already gotten up and chased after him.

In the corridor, his footsteps quickly caught up with the tall, slender figure.

Just as they closed the distance to within three steps, Chabashira Sae suddenly stopped and, without turning around, said, "The question-and-answer session is over."

Akira Shimizu abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Question time? He carefully recalled the scene in the classroom just now—after the homeroom teacher explained everything, he simply looked around at the students and then decisively announced that everyone was dismissed.

There is no so-called Q&A session.

Was it intentional or unintentional?

It seems the other party has no intention of providing intelligence proactively.

"Teacher," he narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm not here to ask a question, but to report something."

Chabashira Sae slowly turned around, a hint of surprise flashing across her face: "What is it?"

"Actually..." Shimizu Akira said seriously, "After the last interview, I overheard a conversation between two interviewers in the restroom. Because of Koenji Rokusuke's arrogant attitude, they deliberately lowered his intelligence and judgment scores, giving him a C grade." He paused, "One of them even said, 'A student as arrogant as this should be in Class D.'"

"...Why bring this up now?" Chabashira Sae paused for a moment, scrutinizing him with sharp eyes.

"Because I only found out today that he's a classmate." Shimizu Akira's answer was perfectly tactful.

When I first heard it, it was just idle chatter between strangers, so there was no need to meddle. But since it involved classmates, the situation changed—a reason that perfectly fits the behavioral logic of an ordinary student.

"...Understood, I will report it to the school." Chashu Sae nodded slightly.

Akira Shimizu casually changed the subject: "Speaking of which, does this school have a student council?"

“Yes.” Chabashira Sae regained her composure. “However, it’s not easy for first-year students to join; they need the student council president’s approval.”

"What's the student council president's name? Which class is he in?" Shimizu Akira asked casually.

Chasashi Sae paused for half a second before answering:

"Hori Kita Gaku... Class 3-A"

Chapter 5: 005 Was Shimizu deliberately lying to test me? / An unexpected encounter with a silver-haired girl

Chabashira Sae slowly put down the phone, her fingertips tapping lightly on the desk.

The outcome came even faster than she had expected—from the malicious downgrading of Koenji Rokusuke's score to the school providing a solution, it took less than half an hour.

The relevant personnel were immediately dismissed, the whistleblower received 50,000 points as hush money, and the class arrangement at Koenji remained unchanged.

"Just as I thought." She scoffed and tossed her phone onto the table.

Having taught at Gao Yu for eight years, she knew all too well the rules of how the school operated.

All students were labeled during the entrance interview: Class A consisted of carefully selected geniuses, while Class D consisted of rejected "defective products".

160 positions, 160 chess pieces—their fates were sealed from the moment they were assigned to classes.

In this school, only the selected elites in Class A can truly achieve a 100% college admission and employment rate.

Chashu suddenly looked at the class roster of Class D, and paid special attention to Shimizu Akira's enrollment information.

Academic Ability: E-

Judgment: B

Intelligence: E-

Athletic Ability: A

Teamwork ability: E-

Chashu Sakae's fingertips paused slightly.

The assessment data for Shimizu Akira in the materials was unremarkable—except for slightly above-average physical education and judgment, all other items were marked with a glaring "E-". It would have been only natural for such a score to be assigned to Class D.

However, the boy's articulate and logical speech just now stood in stark contrast to this evaluation report.

She quickly swiped her phone, found "Shimizu Akira" in the list of all the friend requests, and sent the friend request without hesitation.

"Interesting." A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

The school just emphasized in the phone call that the class assignment rules are a secret known only to a few senior officials.

Therefore, the interviewer could not possibly say anything like, "This arrogant student should go to Class D."

"So, was this Shimizu-san deliberately lying to test me?"

Chabashira Sae's gaze returned to that overly perfect, low-scoring evaluation.

Perhaps this report wasn't out of a sense of justice at all, but rather a carefully designed test—that boy may have already seen through the true nature of Class D as a "defective goods shelter."

Chashu Sae tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.

"I see..." she murmured to herself, a playful smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

Akira Shimizu later specifically inquired about the student council, which was probably not just out of simple curiosity—he was looking for evidence to verify his suspicions about the school's distorted rules.

After all, in this academy that upholds the principle of "meritocracy," the position of student council president is always reserved for the most outstanding student.

Horikita Manabu, the most outstanding student council president in history, unsurprisingly came from Class 3-A.

The two pieces of information the other party probed were enough to prove that Class A represented the elite, while Class D was regarded by the school as a gathering place for "defective products".

Did the other party analyze the situation in less than a minute after hearing just one sentence from her, and then come to test her?

"Could it be... that this year's Class D... really might..." Her voice carried a rare hint of wavering.

In her eight years of teaching, she has seen countless classes of students, but she has never encountered anyone who could see through the class assignment rules on the very first day of school. Even in Class A, such students are few and far between.

"Ha! This year's Class A is really interesting!" A deep male voice suddenly interrupted.

Masaki Tomoya—her old colleague and homeroom teacher of Class A—was leaning against the office door, his muscular figure almost blocking out most of the light.

Chabashira Sae glanced up and saw a rare look of astonishment on Masaki's face. "That Sakayanagi Arisu from our class," he stroked his stubble, "I had just finished explaining the school rules when she turned around and caught up with me, and she deduced the truth about the merit-based class division and the scoring rules perfectly." He shook his head, "In previous years, some students knew these things, but they were all revealed through analysis by upperclassmen. She's the first one to piece together the complete truth from just a few words from me."

"She just said she was going to the convenience store to 'check some things'!" Masaki scratched his head, a hint of confusion in his voice. "She's probably going to look for those free supplies, right?"

Chabashira Sae is all too familiar with those "special perks" hidden in the corners of convenience stores—relief items prepared by the school specifically for students in financial difficulty.

When she first enrolled, she witnessed firsthand how many students in Class D struggled to survive on these supplies.

But... how could one guess this arrangement before even stepping into the convenience store?

Chabashira Sae quickly flipped through Sakayanagi Arisu's file, which displayed near-perfect ratings—all items except sports and teamwork were marked with a prominent "A" grade.

With such a monstrous student, it's almost certain that he will become the undisputed leader of Class A in the future.

"Will we win?" She suddenly thought of Akira Shimizu again.

To graduate perfectly, you must ascend to the throne of Class A.

In other words, Akira Shimizu must defeat Arisu Sakayanagi in this brutal competition.

......

When Akira Shimizu stepped into the convenience store, it was already packed with excited freshmen students making purchases.

People were seen moving between shelves carrying shopping baskets full of snacks and daily necessities—it seems that the first distribution of 100,000 points as a subsidy has indeed encouraged many people to spend more.

However, after his eyes lingered among the shelves for a long time, he finally found a section in a corner marked "Free to Claim".

The shelves were neatly arranged with various daily necessities—band-aids, notebooks, shampoo, and even simple toiletries sets. A sign next to them prominently stated the rule: each person is limited to three items per month.

He observed quietly for a while, and then several older students came over one after another.

They looked tired, and quickly left after skillfully taking a few necessities from the shelves.

(It seems that the situation of getting zero points does exist... otherwise these upperclassmen wouldn't be in such a predicament on the first day of school.)

Akira Shimizu narrowed his eyes slightly, having already reached a conclusion in his mind.

"Hey student, you've been observing ever since you stepped into the convenience store, but your gaze has been constantly fixed on the free supplies section... You must have seen those items from the seniors in Class D, right? Looks like you, like me, have figured out the truth about the points allocation system."

A voice, tinged with inquiry, suddenly came from the side.

Following the sound, Qing Shuiming looked towards the source—

The silver-haired girl was leaning against a cane beside the shelf.

Her pure white bow tie accentuated her almost translucent skin, making her resemble a finely sculpted work of ice crystal art.

At that moment, those playful eyes were watching him with great interest.

Chapter 6: 006 Sakayanagi Arisu: Stiff and Cute

Sakayanagi Arisu never doubted that true geniuses existed in this world.

The answer is yes—because she herself is one.

The undisguised amazement in the interviewers' eyes a few weeks ago already proved this point.

Aside from her frail body being a slight disappointment, her resume is breathtakingly perfect.

It is spotless and flawless, like a perfect crystal that has been meticulously calculated.

From A to D, from genius to failure.

According to the school's rules, class points will be reshuffled next month based on student performance.

Especially that Class D—it'll most likely be wiped out.

This information did not come from her father, who was the chairman of the board. In fact, if she had just probed him a little, her doting father would have revealed everything.

But true geniuses never stoop to taking shortcuts.

Half an hour ago, she had figured everything out from just a few words from her class teacher.

At this moment, the free giveaway area in the convenience store is the perfect proof of her reasoning.

(I wonder if anyone else noticed this hidden hint, just like me?)

(If I were the only one here, this school would be so boring.)

Sakayanagi Arisu stood still, her gaze slowly sweeping over every figure in the convenience store.

The vast majority of students ignored the free section and focused only on selecting the items they needed.

until--

A beautiful girl with purple hair and purple eyes entered her field of vision.

It wasn't just her shared class A with Masumi Kamuro that made her concerned.

What's even more concerning is that the person was scrutinizing the location of the surveillance camera with a professional eye, and their feet unconsciously moved towards the liquor shelf in the adult section.

(Interesting... Is he about to steal? Judging by how skilled he is, he's probably a repeat offender.)