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

Akira Shimizu recalled the scene he saw at the opening ceremony—there were even foreign students in that class.

(If only I were in Class C...)

Just imagining it gave him a headache.

So how exactly did Long Yuanxiang manage to do that? It's undeniable that the person who threatened his senior with force in the cafeteria did indeed possess some real skill.

Putting aside the methods, the other party is indeed a qualified leader.

In this meritocratic environment, the best method is the one that can effectively solve the problem.

A hint of surprise flashed in Horikita Manabu's eyes. After a moment of silence, he revealed a rare expression of appreciation: "...A good insight."

The student council president unusually revealed a hint of confusion: "In fact, even I haven't fully grasped the essence of this class division system."

He agreed, saying, "Your analysis of the strengths of Class D and Class C is accurate. From a certain perspective, Class C is indeed the weakest class overall."

Shifting his tone, Horikita Manabu's voice regained its composure: "But the class division system is still reasonable in most cases. Although the individual qualities of Class D students are better than those of Class C students, the large number of problem students makes it difficult to foster cohesion, making it a double-edged sword."

He paused meaningfully, "However, in terms of overall strength, Class D is still the weakest, but it is the class most likely to upset the stronger ones."

Upon hearing this, Akira Shimizu immediately found it quite interesting.

What's this all about? Is it a case of "silent until the moment of truth," or "a stunning revelation"?

After all, students who excel in certain subjects can indeed shine in their own field—not to mention Class B, even Class A might not be their match.

The problem is that these students are often troublemakers who don't listen to instructions and do things their own way.

Just like his classmate, Rokusuke Koenji.

Although the president's words sounded inspiring, Shimizu Akira remained completely unmoved.

He always felt that the student council president had inadvertently given him a shot of adrenaline.

"...President, you really don't need to look at me like that. Class D is just right for me. No one will pay special attention to us, and the other classes are all focused on each other, which is actually more convenient." Shimizu Akira waved his hand casually.

"Hide your strength and bide your time?... That's a wise choice." Horikita Manabu nodded thoughtfully.

"You're overthinking it again." Shimizu Akira couldn't help but chuckle.

That's how smart people are; they can always interpret five layers of meaning from a casual remark you make.

"Speaking of which..." Horikita Manabu adjusted his glasses, "Has Class D already obtained that hidden intelligence?"

After thinking for a moment, Shimizu Akira simply and frankly replied, "Yes."

Horikita Manabu adjusted his glasses: "Don't worry, our conversation won't be leaked. As the student council president, this is my basic professional conduct."

He then changed the subject: "However, haven't you noticed your oversight? How can you ensure that the other students in the class won't inadvertently leak this information? Otherwise, you won't earn a single penny."

Horikita Manabu couldn't believe that this seemingly shrewd young man would make such a basic mistake—coming here rashly just to sell information.

"Well..." Shimizu Akira shrugged. "President, you're overthinking it. Who said I only sell hidden information? The risk of leakage certainly exists, but I sell it every time I can, and the first time is always the most valuable. Information is inherently uncertain, so I specifically chose a guaranteed bargaining chip that four classes would find harder to refuse..."

Chapter 58: 058 Welcome to the Classroom of Surveillance Supremacy

Horikita Manabu couldn't immediately understand what the other party meant by "a guaranteed bargaining chip that the four classes couldn't refuse".

At least it can be determined that this was not an intelligence transaction.

As the other party said, intelligence is a commodity that can often only be sold once.

When attempting to resell it, it has likely already been leaked through other channels.

However, Akira Shimizu wasn't one to mince words; he revealed the answer directly: "I plan to buy eight surveillance cameras from the school for the four first-grade classes, acquiring the monitoring rights for all four classes."

"Monitoring equipment..." Horikita Manabu paused for a moment, then fell into a brief moment of contemplation, a flash of understanding appearing in his eyes a few seconds later.

As the leader of Class A, he almost instantly understood Shimizu Akira's plan:

Firstly, the school will deduct class points based on monitoring records at the end of each month.

The main reasons for point deductions include being late, skipping class, and using mobile phones without permission.

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that the vast majority of the deductions originated from the records of the eight surveillance devices in each class.

In theory, if the surveillance records of a class are "accidentally" missing, that class can achieve a perfect score of 1000 points in the first month.

Secondly, these surveillance devices will become an excellent source of intelligence. The four classes are competitors, and understanding their daily activities is equivalent to seizing the strategic initiative.

Third, assuming the other party successfully purchases the monitoring rights, they can resell them to the original class, or they can transfer them to a higher-bidding competitor through auction—the highest bidder wins.

Fourth, being constantly under surveillance is not a pleasant experience. After all, nobody likes being a criminal, and this invisible mental pressure will gradually erode the mental state and learning efficiency of students in other classes.

It is clear that once Akira Shimizu successfully purchased the surveillance system, no matter how harsh his conditions were, each class would be forced to accept them.

It can be said that the other side completely monopolized the high ground of intelligence warfare in the second week of school.

Horikita Manabu encountered a freshman with such an ingenious idea for the first time, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"...It is indeed a brilliant idea." He paused slightly, his gaze behind his glasses probing. "How did you come up with it?"

"I noticed it on the second day of school," Shimizu Akira shrugged casually. "Then, in the second week, I unexpectedly learned that points would be deducted based on surveillance footage at the end of the month, and I've been planning to do it ever since. Now I've just accumulated a little over a million points, it's time to put it into action."

Upon closer inspection, this school is almost entirely covered by surveillance cameras, with virtually no blind spots.

In other words, whoever controls the surveillance controls the source of intelligence—especially the two key cameras in each classroom.

"The idea is indeed ingenious," Horikita Manabu said calmly, adjusting his glasses. "But to my knowledge, no student has ever made such a deal with the school. Strictly speaking, you're taking advantage of the school's resources." He bluntly poured cold water on the idea.

"That's why I came to see the president. I hope the president can speak up for me." Shimizu Akira looked directly at him, his tone frank. "Since this school boasts that 'points can buy everything,' the school has no reason to refuse this deal."

"...Heh." Horikita Manabu chuckled lightly, a glint in his glasses. "So that's how it is. This is your real purpose for coming to the student council—to use my influence to put pressure on the school administration?"

"After it's done, I'll give you an extra 30% of the profits." Shimizu Akira casually tossed out his final bargaining chip.

This statement hit Horikita Manabu's weak spot.

As the student council president, his points were indeed far less than Nan Yunya's, making this extra income an irresistible temptation.

"Excellent, very good, you did a great job... you did almost every step perfectly." Horikita Manabu gave him a deep look, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

This freshman was incredibly strategic, every word he uttered hitting the nail on the head, offering him a series of conditions he couldn't refuse.

With such amazing drive, coupled with outstanding intelligence, emotional intelligence, and strategic thinking—not to mention Class A, even if this school had Class S, this person would probably be among the top students.

Thinking of this, Horikita Manabu couldn't help but think of his younger sister.

While others are trying to reach the 10 million point mark through monitoring in the second week of school, my younger sister is still stuck in the same place.

Could it be that I don't even have 10,000 points left?

Such a contrast is truly disheartening.

Horikita Manabu gently pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a sharp glint: "Even without my intervention, the school would most likely have accepted your proposal—after all, the school's mission is to unleash students' potential."

His tone suddenly shifted: "However, it's probably unrealistic for you to simply buy out the surveillance rights. Even if you had a hundred million points, let alone a million, the school would never agree. Such a transaction would completely disrupt the competitive balance among the four classes."

"You want to profit from renting out surveillance privileges? Wouldn't that mean extra income every month?" Horikita Manabu shook his head slightly. "That would mean your class is in an invincible position from the start. The school won't allow such a monopoly."

"The most likely outcome is," Horikita Manabu stared at Shimizu Akira, "that the school will give you a substantial sum of personal points as a 'creativity award,' and then quickly issue a new rule—completely banning students from purchasing the right to use school equipment."

"Of course," Horikita Manabu leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice, "there's another possibility: the school might make an exception and agree to a short-term rental. However..." He held up a long, slender finger, "it won't last more than a week. This is both a final leniency and a tacit warning. After that, a ban on surveillance equipment will inevitably follow."

Akira Shimizu nodded thoughtfully; this judgment coincided with his own.

"So..." Shimizu Akira naturally looked at him, "This is precisely the time when we need you, President, to step in and mediate. If we can secure the rental permit, the profits will far exceed the school's token reward—after all, other classes can always offer far more points than the school."

"Greedy enough, but I don't dislike your idea." Horikita Manabu snorted, but had to admit the other's audacity and ambition. "I'll try to negotiate, but don't expect to get too much time—probably a maximum of one month's lease, plus all sorts of troublesome terms and conditions. That's the limit."

"A month is enough." A slight smile played on Shimizu Akira's lips. "Enough for me to earn my first pot of gold."

He quickly calculated in his mind—at the most conservative estimate, this transaction could bring in at least 800 million points.

"However, I will not accept that 30% cut," Horikita Manabu suddenly said seriously. "Whether students will profit from this is the fundamental difference between me and Nagumo Masashi."

He gave a rare, meaningful smile: "Shimizu Akira, do you think I can't see through your scheme? This time, the favor you owe me isn't something that can be easily repaid with a few points."

"It seems the president is still a cut above the rest." Shimizu Akira chuckled softly and slowly extended his right hand.

Two hands clasped in mid-air, and a silent transaction was concluded.

Chapter 59: Notice of Release

Tomorrow is an important day—this book will be officially released.

The update is expected to be around 11:00 AM. To thank everyone for their support, there will be a bonus update of 10 chapters (20,000 words) on the first day!

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If any of the above is achieved, an extra chapter (2000 words) will be added!

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Update schedule: Monday to Saturday: 4 updates Sunday: 2 updates (slightly slower pace to organize the outline and subsequent plot)

As for the subsequent plot developments, they will rent surveillance cameras from four classes, wrap up the related storylines, and then it will be next month.

Hiyori's screen time will increase, so readers who like her can look forward to it!

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Chapter 60: 059 Ichinose Honami already knows the hidden rules

Akira Shimizu walked briskly through the corridor leading to the dormitory. The night breeze blew in through the open windows, carrying the warmth unique to early summer.

"Horikitaki Manabu truly lives up to his reputation as student council president."

The reflective lenses in the student council room flashed through his mind again.

Horikita Manabu sat upright behind his large desk, his gaze behind his glasses so sharp it seemed to pierce through people's hearts.

The oppressive feeling came less from the student council president's authority and more from the other party's calm demeanor, which was exactly the same as Gendo Ikari's.

He was even secretly glad that Horikita Manabu didn't make that signature gesture of clasping his hands under his chin, otherwise he might have really turned around and run away.

The negotiations went surprisingly smoothly.

Horikita Manabu is like someone who can read minds; often, the other person understands his entire intention as soon as he finishes speaking.

The conversation, which was originally expected to last an hour, was resolved in less than twenty minutes.

What surprised Akira Shimizu the most was the terms of the transaction.

He had expected to pay a huge amount of personal points, but Horikita Manabu simply pushed up his glasses and said he owed him a favor. His eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"This debt of gratitude doesn't seem so simple..." Shimizu Akira stopped and looked at the light at the end of the dormitory corridor.

Based on his understanding of Horikita Manabu's character, he shouldn't make excessive demands.

Hopefully it's nothing troublesome.

The night breeze carried the shouts of the sports department from the distant playground.

Akira Shimizu suddenly remembered Suzune Horikita's unapproachable demeanor and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

They are clearly siblings, but one is insightful and worldly-wise, while the other is incredibly awkward. The difference is just too great.

His phone suddenly received a new notification—an email from Horikita Manabu.

After their conversation, the two successfully exchanged contact information.

I will give you an answer about today's conversation before school ends on Thursday.

"Shimizu, I have high hopes for you. Don't let me down."

"If you perform well, you'll be the vice president before I leave."

He stared at the screen for a long time, and when he saw the first item, he nodded unconsciously.

As expected of the president, he is very efficient.

After all, the other party is the student council president, so giving him a reply before school ends on Thursday is already considered very fast.

But when he looked at the next two lines, his brows furrowed.

When will Akira Shimizu join the student council?

Akira Shimizu: President, I'm not interested in the student council, but boxing is great.