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

The recorder continued playing, and the clear conversation could be heard amidst the static:

"...At this rate, Class A will be firmly in first place next month."

"That's right. Especially those guys in Class C and Class D, they lost a lot of class points just for violating school rules last week."

How many points do you estimate we can get next month?

"According to Sakayanagi-san's calculations, at least 950 points."

"In that case, we should receive more than 9 personal points next month."

"Bang!" Long Yuanxiang suddenly slammed his fist on the podium, causing chalk dust to fall in a flurry.

He looked down at everyone in Class C, a dangerous smile playing on his lips: "Now, do you understand?"

Long Yuanxiang stood there with one hand in his pocket, his posture exuding impatience, as if mocking the slowness of the entire class.

This caused a commotion in the classroom.

What are class points?

"It seems to be closely related to our personal points!"

"Does that mean violating school rules will result in a deduction of class points?! Why didn't the school explain this from the beginning?!"

Long Yuanxiang's fingertips tapped out a dangerous rhythm on the podium as he looked down at the whispering students below, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

(What a hopeless bunch of idiots...)

(You still don't understand what it means after listening to the recording?)

(Why does it feel like everyone except me and Shiina Hiyori is an idiot? Our class is so weak!)

(If Class C is this weak, is Class D a bunch of trash? Hah~ Does that mean only Class B and Class A are real opponents?)

(Fortunately, the superiority complex of those top students still gave me a chance.)

The scene from the cafeteria a few days ago flashed through his mind—the silver-haired, lame woman's condescending gaze, as if she were admiring a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

That nauseating sense of superiority, ironically, became the best hint.

He later sent someone to investigate the other party's identity.

The girl with the cane is Arisu Sakayanagi from Class A, and one of the leaders of Class A.

So last night, when he passed by Class A, he deliberately planted two listening devices at the door.

I never expected to hear something that could be called a "big bombshell" right after school today.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer.

(Intelligence warfare...is more than just about directly solving problems.)

(Even if I don't know the information... gathering information from other classes that do is also a strategic approach.)

(Since they couldn't send out spies this time, they had to resort to listening devices.)

He spun the phone in his palm and quickly brought up the interface of a certain contact.

Long Yuanxiang: Save your breath, you piece of trash. Do you really think your little bit of information is enough to make me spend 100 million points?

Long Yuanxiang: I already knew about your so-called hidden rules.

He pressed the send button hard with his thumb, and the recipient's name, "Yueqing," was prominently displayed.

When I received the friend request from this mysterious person "Yueqing" a few days ago, I didn't take it seriously at all.

To his surprise, the other party not only replied quickly, but also said something even more astonishing.

Yueqing: So you already know? That saves me the trouble of explaining.

Yueqing: Let's get straight to the point and talk about the next transaction.

Long Yuanxiang stared at the screen, his brows furrowed.

Long Yuanxiang: Wait, aren't you only selling information?

Yueqing: What era are we living in? Who still only sells information?

Yueqing: Let me see, hmm? Your whole class is here... This makes things even easier.

Long Yuanxiang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up and around sharply—the classroom door was clearly locked!

"Are you listening to me?" he asked instinctively.

Yueqing: It's not a bugging device. I'm openly watching you through the two cameras in your classroom.

Yueqing: So, Longyuan, are you planning to spend a few million points to rent these two surveillance cameras in your class?

Chapter 71: 070 Smashing the Surveillance Camera / Was it Sakayanagi Arisu who did it?

"Tsk... I got tricked!"

Long Yuanxiang slammed his knuckles on the table, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.

He stared intently at the red-glowing surveillance camera on the ceiling, as if he wanted to burn it through with his gaze.

(Who is really pulling the strings behind the scenes?)

This thought swirled wildly in his mind.

He saw through the other party's scheme almost instantly—the monitoring privileges were like a Damocles' sword hanging over their heads.

The constant stream of surveillance footage was like a silent mockery, blatantly declaring: either pay a high price for points to buy out the access, or live under surveillance forever.

"You can rent surveillance footage? This school really takes 'points are everything' to the extreme." Long Yuan sneered through gritted teeth. His account did indeed have more than 300 million points that had been confiscated in the past few days. This class fund, which should have made him proud, had in the blink of an eye become someone else's possession.

After a moment of contemplation, Ryuu Sho decisively picked up his phone and sent a message to his homeroom teacher, Sakagami Kazuma.

Long Yuanxiang: How many points are needed to rent the school's monitoring room?

Kazuma Sakagami quickly replied: It's not available for rent. The school had just issued a notice prohibiting students from purchasing, renting, using, or exchanging any school equipment. In short, the school has some authority to interpret the rules.

"Just banned?" Ryuu Yuki's pupils contracted sharply. "Doesn't that mean... the other party was the first to try something new!"

He immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and his fingers flew across the screen as he tentatively sent a message to Yueqing.

Long Yuanxiang: How much do you plan to ask for?

The other party's reply was concise and direct.

Yueqing: 300 million points.

"Damn it!" Long Yuanxiang's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The number was frighteningly precise—it was exactly the total balance in his class fund account for today.

This mysterious person not only knew his financial situation inside and out, but also made outrageous demands, attempting to swallow up all of his class funds.

Even more frightening is that this means the surveillance he was being monitored may have already begun, and he may not even know who the other party is.

"When exactly did it start..." Long Yuanxiang gritted his teeth.

He thought his method of obtaining information about Class A through listening devices was sophisticated enough, but he never expected that it would be like child's play in front of this mysterious person who openly charged for using the surveillance system.

This kind of comprehensive surveillance and precise intelligence control is on a completely different level.

Long Yuan's temples throbbed; the feeling of being cornered made his blood boil.

(Not a second-year student... Vice President Nagumo isn't that bored. The third-year student council president would look down on him even more...)

(So, it can only be freshmen with very few openings?)

"Ryuen! What's wrong?" Ishizaki Daichi noticed his boss's unusual expression and quickly approached him with concern.

When he inadvertently glanced at the message on the other person's phone screen, his eyes widened in surprise.

"What?! Someone is actually using the classroom's security camera to monitor our class?!" Ishizaki exclaimed in shock, his rough voice booming through the classroom.

"What happened? When did it start?"

Explain yourself clearly!

"Weren't these surveillance cameras installed by the school?"

The once quiet Class C suddenly erupted into chaos, with students bombarding each other with questions, and a sense of panic spreading like ripples.

"Shut up!" Long Yuanxiang was stunned for a moment, then kicked Ishizaki in a fit of rage.

He never intended to reveal the truth to these idiots—it would only shake the foundations of his carefully built rule—but his teammate turned out to be a loudmouth.

"Ryuen!" Ishizaki rubbed his sore buttocks, his eyes wide with grievance.

But Long Yuan didn't even bother to glance at him; at that moment, he was preoccupied with weighing the pros and cons.

Forced to be monitored? The humiliation made his stomach ache.

As a hunter accustomed to controlling the overall situation, he has now become a trapped beast in someone else's surveillance network.

But the cold, unblinking lens of the surveillance camera felt like a thorn in his side.

Damaging the equipment? That's naive. The other party has monitoring privileges; destroying the hardware would be futile.

Perhaps a large amount will be deducted...

"boom!"

The deafening cracking sound interrupted his thoughts.

Long Yuanxiang turned around abruptly and saw Ishizaki holding a chair high above his head. The surveillance equipment above his head was broken and the wires hung down like severed snake tails.

"Since the problem lies with the surveillance system, just smash it and that will solve it!" Ishizaki grinned, revealing a victorious smile, his face full of smugness.

"Great idea!"

"That way we won't lose class points!"

A few scattered voices echoed in the classroom, and several boys even started rubbing their hands together in anticipation.

(Did these idiots forget their brains when they came to school?)

Long Yuanxiang felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and the string of reason snapped.

He abruptly stood up and kicked Ishizaki hard in the back of the knee with his right foot, causing the latter to fall to his knees unexpectedly. "Are you out of your mind? The surveillance data is transmitted over the network! What's the point of smashing this terminal? The school can just replace it with a new one in a minute! If you damage school equipment like this, how are you going to make up for the class's lost points?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Ishizaki's forehead.

He opened his mouth, but in the end could only lower his head in dejection.

"Longyuan... I made a mistake this time. I'll listen to you from now on! I'll do whatever you say! If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west."

"Get out of here! Go back to your seat! Don't do anything! I can't be bothered with you right now!"

Long Yuan suddenly realized that the surveillance camera was recording his out-of-control state.

This will undoubtedly lead to more severe punishment for the class.

"Damn it...looks like I have no choice but to rent it!" He gritted his teeth and had to make this decision.

On second thought, purchasing surveillance equipment is not entirely without its benefits.

This effectively counters prying from the shadows and avoids the risk of losing class points for violating rules.

He was originally full of confidence, thinking that his iron-fisted methods would be enough to make the mentally challenged students in Class C submit to him.

But reality dealt him a heavy blow—some people are simply hopeless, and no amount of coercion or enticement can change their foolish nature.

In that case, why not just rent surveillance cameras? At least that would provide some kind of backup.

This deal is like poisoned honey; you know it's dangerous, but you have no choice but to swallow it.

Long Yuan's gaze swept over the students in the classroom with a sinister look.

(...Are there no talented people who can use their brains?)

His gaze finally settled on Shiina Hiyori in the corner—the only silver-haired girl in Class C was watching him with a thoughtful look.

Long Yuan suddenly felt it was utterly absurd that this school, which claimed to prioritize strength above all else, had actually put a bunch of muscle-bound idiots in the same class as him.

(Who is the real Class D...?)

(If I hadn't quickly taken control of the class with force at the start of the semester, these guys probably would have already deducted all the class points.)

He clenched his fists involuntarily.

But the anger of being fooled burned brighter and brighter in his chest, especially when he considered a certain possibility—

(Silver threads...spider web...)