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

Without surveillance footage as evidence, you are the black sheep of the class.

Kanji Ike stole a glance at Satsuki Shinohara, feeling inexplicably guilty.

He wasn't inherently malicious, so he readily bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I genuinely didn't know that skipping class or being late would result in a deduction of class points when school started. Now that I understand, I promise I won't do anything that harms the collective interest again, since it also affects my monthly personal points."

However, Haruki Yamauchi reacted quite differently, retorting without hesitation, "We haven't even rented the surveillance cameras yet, so what right do you have to criticize us? Besides, saying the class points will be reset to zero is a huge exaggeration! We'll still have at least three or four hundred points left at the end of the month!"

"Fine!" Horikita Suzune sneered, "Then let's wait until the surveillance cameras are in place and let the whole class see who's dragging us down!" After saying that, she sat back down in her seat.

Horikita wasn't deliberately targeting these two. She always believed that genuine repentance was enough.

As Ike Kanji said, the rule of deducting points was deliberately hidden by the school. She did not expect them to take full responsibility, but at least they should have a more respectful attitude.

Ike Kanji's performance was acceptable; he was able to apologize frankly in front of the whole class.

Regardless of ability, this sincerity deserves recognition.

As for Haruki Yamauchi?

His grades were terrible, and his attitude was even worse.

They really won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!

Then we'll put the surveillance footage in front of him and see what excuses he has left!

Horikita recalled the last time this guy openly commented on her "flat figure" in front of Shimizu Akira, and she almost punched him back then.

In short, Horikita Suzune's impression of Yamauchi Haruki had plummeted.

In her opinion, if this good-for-nothing has no strengths and no ambition in the future, then he should be kicked out of Class D as soon as possible!

She's not a peacemaker like Kikyo Kushida, nor is she a pushover like Yosuke Hirata.

She never considered herself a saint or a devout follower.

What sense of mission to "bring every student from Class D to Class A"? Ridiculous! All she needs to do is bring Shimizu Akira and gain her brother's approval!

She wouldn't even bother offering a seat on the bus back then, so how could she possibly care about the feelings of everyone in her class?

But to her surprise, her sharp remarks did not provoke resentment; instead, they won the approval of many classmates.

(So ​​this is what it feels like to be admired.)

Horikita had to admit that he was actually feeling rather pleased at that moment.

This was the first time she had experienced the feeling of being admired by others—and it was surprisingly good.

"Not bad, you've finally figured it out." Shimizu Akira glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What's the meaning?"

"You certainly can't match Kushida in terms of approachability, and you're far inferior to Hirata in terms of leadership charisma. But precisely because you don't care about pleasing anyone, you can pinpoint the problem incisively." Shimizu Akira paused, "If you maintain this outspoken style, you'll naturally have followers. Then, you can still compete for the class representative position."

Horikita, unusually, did not refute, but fell into deep thought.

If Shimizu Akira said so, does that mean she could actually try for the class monitor position?

A moment later, she suddenly looked up and stared directly at Akira Shimizu.

Will you vote for me when we elect a new class monitor next month?

Shimizu Akira chuckled softly upon hearing this, meeting her gaze: "Of course. To be honest, I hate the kind of leadership that tries to smooth things over. Those guys who just coast along and get in the way of others should be fired on the spot."

(A decisive and clear-cut person... doesn't seem to conflict with my character.)

Horikita narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had found her place in the class.

......

During the lunch break, Shimizu Akira quickly finished his lunch and rushed back to his dormitory.

The heads of the four classes sent messages of doubt almost simultaneously, with similar content—all questioning whether his so-called monitoring authority was genuine and valid.

Ryuen Sho asked him to provide past surveillance footage as proof, while Sakayanagi Arisu questioned whether he had actually obtained formal authorization from the school.

Shimizu is prepared for tomorrow morning.

He first retrieved recent surveillance footage from four classes, and then compiled screenshots of the publicly available contract he had signed with the principal a couple of days prior.

After the evidence was sent to the individuals one by one, they fell silent.

However, to his surprise, the phone suddenly rang.

The screen displayed the name "Ichinose Honami"—of course, it was his pseudonym.

As for his alternate account, Yueqing, he had already set it to automatically block all incoming calls, and even the notification sound was turned off.

After all, what if the other party suddenly decides to call? Wouldn't his dual identity be exposed on the spot? It's best to be careful with these kinds of things.

"Shimizu-kun..." came Ichinose's hesitant voice from the other end of the phone, "Um... could I have a moment of your time?"

Unlike his previous panic, this time Shimizu Akira replied naturally, "No problem, go ahead."

"...I might not be able to give you extra personal points next month." Her voice trailed off. "I've run into some minor trouble."

"It's alright." Shimizu Akira paused, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right! I should have returned those 80,000 points to you anyway; that was originally your money."

He had always had a good impression of Honami Ichinose. He remembered that when they first met, the other party had offered him a helping hand without hesitation.

Although he wouldn't show mercy to Class D as an individual, he at least had to return every penny of this personal money.

"Uh... actually, that wasn't why I called..." Ichinose's voice was hesitant, but she still gave an awkward laugh. "But I really find it hard to refuse your suggestion; we're indeed short-staffed! I've troubled you again."

"Don't overthink it," Shimizu Akira immediately interrupted her. "These 80,000 points were originally your money; I'm just returning it to its rightful owner. You need to understand, this isn't charity, nor is it a loan!"

"...Mmm!" The girl responded a few times and then quickly hung up the phone.

"...Ichinose Honami is too easy to deal with!" Shimizu Akira thought to himself as he held his phone.

It was originally the other party's points, but after being transferred back and forth twice, it's as if he lent them to the other party.

Chapter 84: 082 That mysterious person isn't from Class C!

Honami Ichinose gently put down her phone.

She took a deep breath and looked up to meet Ryuji Kanzaki's probing gaze.

The other person was standing up from his seat, and the wrinkles between his brows revealed his inner doubts.

"Kanzaki-kun, I've already checked." Ichinose nodded to him. "They want us to go directly to the student council to sign a formal contract, after which we'll have control over Class 1-B."

She turned her phone screen towards Kanzaki, "I've forwarded you the CCTV footage from our class and part of the contract between the other party and the school. Please check it out."

Kanzaki took the phone and quickly swiped his finger across the screen.

A few minutes later, his tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.

"There's really nothing wrong with it. The surveillance footage is genuine; there's not a trace of forgery," he calmly stated. "The contract terms are very standard, and the school's seal is authentic. Especially the requirement for formal signing through the student union should rule out any possibility of fraud."

He turned to face the other students in the classroom, raising his voice slightly: "Everyone, have you confirmed that all 70,000 points have been transferred to Ichinose-kun?"

"We've already transferred!" A girl with a ponytail raised her hand. "Thanks to Ichinose-san for borrowing 200,000 points from an upperclassman, she saved us 5,000 points each."

"Yeah," the boy next to me chimed in, "I just paid 10,000 last time, and this time it's another 70,000. If it weren't for this loan, I really wouldn't be able to afford it."

The students were whispering and discussing among themselves.

Suddenly, someone raised their voice: "But this money was well spent! We absolutely cannot let our class's surveillance cameras fall into the hands of other classes!"

"Sigh... I feel like I've fallen behind the other classes since the start of the semester. I wonder who this mysterious person is." Ichinose stared at the 300 million yen balance displayed on her phone screen and couldn't help but sigh.

This number was indeed astonishing at the beginning of the school year, but at this moment it only made her feel powerless.

What bothered her even more was the mysterious person's outrageous demands—the other party seemed completely unconcerned that it was the first month of the new semester.

This is absolutely outrageous!

"Wait!" She suddenly straightened up, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. "That mysterious person who rented the surveillance footage... first asked me for Long Yuanxiang's contact information in Class C of the first year. Then he tried to sell me those hidden school rules..."

Ryuji Kanzaki turned around upon hearing this.

Who is Long Yuanxiang?

As a classmate, he knew better than anyone what made Ichinose so remarkable—this seemingly kind and approachable girl possessed social skills that ordinary people couldn't have.

Her network of interpersonal intelligence was sometimes even more powerful than that of the entire class.

"About him..." Ichinose tapped her chin lightly with her fingertips, "Although the girls in Class C didn't say it explicitly, I noticed when I talked to them..." Her voice lowered involuntarily, "They would tremble involuntarily, and some of them had bruises on their wrists."

Kanzaki pondered, "So, Ryuen is likely the thug leader who uses violence to rule Class C?"

"Furthermore," Kanzaki's eyes flashed, "since you're the class representative of Class B, the fact that they specifically asked you about Ryuen means..."

"He is very likely not..." Ichinose interrupted, as if she had thought of something, her eyes unconsciously glancing towards the camera.

(Not from Class C!)

She still wasn't used to being watched.

Although the other party will most likely not be staring at the camera the whole time.

"Oh, right, I just remembered something too." Kanzaki Ryuji glanced at the surveillance camera on the wall. "Class C should have also been notified about renting surveillance cameras. I specifically observed at noon that the school sent someone to install the new equipment in Class C." A sarcastic smile appeared on his lips. "Those people probably thought that destroying the surveillance cameras would solve the problem."

Kanzaki paused, then added, "Actually, renting surveillance footage might not be a bad thing. We have a few students in our class who are frequently late or absent, with quite a few violations. Last time you didn't pursue it out of consideration for their feelings, but now that we've rented the footage, we can at least salvage about 100 points in the class evaluation. Exchanging 300 million personal points for 100 class points is a pretty worthwhile deal in the long run."

"I'll be going now! I need to hand in the points; it'll be easier to get the surveillance footage sooner rather than later." Ichinose suddenly stood up.

Kanzaki nodded. "Alright, you have a wide network. When you go to the student council, pay attention to who's there. But..." He paused for a moment, "Today's Friday, the student council is always busy, so there might be a lot of people. Anyway, let's play it by ear."

Ichinose nodded slightly, then turned and walked straight toward the student council.

As Ryuji Kanzaki said, a long line had already formed in front of the student council building.

Just as she was about to join the queue, a blunt question suddenly came from behind her:

"You must be Ichinose from Class 1-B!"

The sudden sound made Ichinose turn around abruptly, only to see a long-haired boy leaning against the wall with a playful smile on his lips.

The other person's identity was none other than Long Yuanxiang, who was in the same grade.

As someone who knows all the students in the entire grade by heart, Ichinose Honami naturally recognized this "famous" person.

When school started, the other person, like her, stood at the front of the line.

"Longyuan classmate... hello." Despite feeling uncomfortable inside, she maintained a polite smile and nodded in greeting.

"I heard you specifically asked for my contact information?" Long Yuan toyed with his knuckles, which cracked slightly. "I wonder what business a top student like you has with someone like me?"

Ichinose frowned slightly. She hadn't expected that this trivial matter she had inquired about privately would reach the other party's ears.

It seems that this boy, who appears to only know violence, is far more perceptive than one might imagine.

After a brief silence, she spoke calmly: "I just wanted to remind you that this school is not a place where violence can solve everything."

"Heh," Long Yuan scoffed, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, "You hothouse flower from Class B, what do you know? If we threw you into our class—you'd be nothing more than a decorative mascot! You'd be lucky if you weren't bullied."

In this dog-eat-dog world of class, he firmly believed that his iron-fisted rule was the most effective way to govern Class C—no one could do it better than him.

“But speaking of which… did you really ask for my contact information just for something so pointless…? You don’t seem like that kind of person…” Ryuen stared at him for a long time, then suddenly sneered, “…I get it, you’re the one who leaked my contact information to ‘that person,’ right!”

Chapter 85: 083 Ryuen Sho: Shiina Hiyori, go and investigate this mysterious person's information.

Although Long Yuanxiang was forced to rent the surveillance camera, he still had a question in his mind: how did the person who sold him the camera know his contact information?

Because he was required to offer tributes to his classmates, he did exchange contact information with all his classmates during the first week.

But from beginning to end, he never added anyone from other classes as a friend.

Thinking about it this way, the answer becomes obvious—his contact information was leaked by a classmate.

So he asked each student in the class, and under the threat of force, one girl finally couldn't withstand the pressure and told the truth: a few days ago, Ichinose Honami from Class 1B suddenly asked her for Ryuen Sho's contact information.

"Traitor!" Long Yuan's face instantly darkened. He hated this kind of betrayal the most.

Just as her raised hand was about to fall, Ibuki Mio stopped it in time.

"Stop! Long Yuan! She only gave me her contact information, she didn't do it on purpose!"

"It's you again!" Long Yuan's eyes flashed with cold light. "What I hate most is a traitor!"

At this moment, Shiina Hiyori stepped forward slowly and calmly said, "Ryuen-kun, since they specifically came to inquire about your contact information, it just goes to show they're not a student in our class. Isn't that good news for our class?"

"..." Ryuen paused, then had to admit that Shiina's words made sense. Although he had long since ruled out the suspicion of these "cowards" in the class, such meticulous logical analysis still made him look at them with new respect.

Speaking of which, the student with the best grades in their class is none other than Hiyori Shiina standing right in front of them.

They were also one of only two people in Class C who actually used their brains.