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

Akira Shimizu had nothing to say about this.

He has already made a fortune from the surveillance system, so there's no need for him to keep eyeing the school's equipment to exploit it.

This road has most likely been completely blocked by the school.

(But seriously, isn't that too expensive? Twenty million! All my efforts have only achieved half of the conditions!)

Akira Shimizu felt that his actions at the beginning of the semester were quite good: first, he bought crucial information from a second-year student, then resold it to Class D for one million points; then, using that money as capital, he successfully rented a surveillance system and received three million points from four classes in one go. After deducting the capital and 5% tax, he netted a little over ten million points.

But this is still far from the goal.

He felt that probably no student could replicate his method.

But what surprised him the most was actually the second half of the sentence.

(Wait a minute! It can also offset one expulsion? Isn't that like a get-out-of-jail-free card?)

Akira Shimizu is no ordinary transmigrator; he came with a mission—to successfully graduate from this advanced high school.

Suppose that he were accidentally expelled from school, his plans would be completely ruined.

Whether they will be punished and transported to another world, or face other consequences, is unknown.

After all, the system only gave one instruction: complete your studies at a nurturing higher education institution.

Moreover, he felt quite happy attending this school—his classmates were both pleasant to hear and interesting to talk to.

In other words, whether it's to complete a task, protect oneself in advance, or simply accumulate points, 20 million points seems to be a viable short-term goal.

As for the matter of transferring classes...

Akira Shimizu is doing alright in Class D right now. Although he receives fewer points each month, he doesn't really care about the regular points he receives.

If I had to point out any flaws, it would probably be that his homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae, always seemed to have ulterior motives towards him, and that being labeled a "bad student" in Class D always attracted discrimination from other classes.

We still need to make a backup plan.

After all, if one day Chabashira Saeko were to use some underhanded tactics to threaten him, he probably wouldn't have any way to deal with it after the student council president graduates in his second year.

He couldn't help but start thinking again: if he really had to transfer classes, which class should he choose?

Ultimately, as long as you graduate, it doesn't matter which class you're in.

With Long Yuanxiang in Class C, it's really troublesome.

If he turns around and beats the other person up a few times as soon as they meet, and makes them submit, then the other person probably won't dare to mess with him anymore.

When dealing with that kind of person, force is often the most direct solution—they are clearly the type who respond better to force than to gentleness.

As for Class A, with Arisaka Yanagi, Shimizu Akira was too lazy to bother with her and engage in a battle of wits. What if he angered her to the point of having a heart attack and ending up in the hospital, thus completely offending the chairman? He couldn't use force either. In short, it was extremely troublesome.

Class B must be the most comfortable.

Given Honami Ichinose's personality, she would most likely protect everyone in the class.

Even if a student in her class drops out, she might still find a way to raise 20 million points to save them.

Although there was no basis for this idea, Akira Shimizu felt that she would definitely do it.

(After thinking it over, Class B is still better.)

(I still trust Honami Ichinose very much.)

Akira Shimizu's gaze then fell on the second piece of intelligence.

This piece of information is rather intriguing.

Did that homeroom teacher, Kazuma Sakagami, really turn a blind eye to the fact that he knew there was a "tyrant" in his class?

So, does this mean there are any normal teachers in this school?

Sakae, the tea stalker from her own family, isn't exactly a normal person. The teacher in the neighboring Class B has a chaotic private life and always comes to class reeking of alcohol.

After thinking it over, perhaps only the teacher in Class A is somewhat normal.

As for the third piece of intelligence—

This was something that was almost universally acknowledged by the entire class.

Come to think of it, he hadn't really spoken to Hasebe Haruka much.

The other person wasn't the talkative type and seemed particularly concerned about the opinions of the boys in her class; she hadn't worn a swimsuit at all during several swimming lessons.

But she's not lacking in emotional intelligence or unable to speak; she's simply too lazy to communicate with others.

When Shimizu Akira struck up a conversation with her earlier, she seemed somewhat interested, her gaze lingering on his strong arms.

She's probably the kind of person with very high standards, and her personality is somewhat similar to his—she only talks to people she's interested in.

After all, Haruka Hasebe is good-looking and has an outstanding figure, so it's normal for her to have high standards.

Chapter 91: 089 Are Ayanokouji and Matsushita Chiaki serious? Why are they so harsh on the ratings?

At 8:30 a.m., Chabashira Sae finally stepped into the classroom of Class 1-D. Her gaze deliberately swept over Kiyomizu Akira before she lightly tapped the podium with her fingertips: "The morning assembly will now begin. Before we begin, does anyone have a question?"

The classroom was completely silent, and the vast majority of students shook their heads in unison.

"Hmph—" Chazhu chuckled softly, "That's true, after all, you've already figured out the S system perfectly."

She suddenly raised the folder in her hand: "You did a good job this time. Last month we bought intelligence and rented surveillance equipment. Thanks to these two measures, there were only 12 instances of tardiness and absence this month, 18 instances of whispering in class and using mobile phones, plus other violations outside the classroom... In the end, Class D of Grade 1 has a class score of 530 points."

The classroom erupted in chaos.

"Wait! Didn't we rent surveillance cameras? How come we're getting points deducted for being late and absent?" Haruki Yamauchi suddenly stood up and shouted, his face full of confusion.

"Yeah! Wasn't the surveillance data deleted? How could they still be caught using their phones in class?" Other students chimed in.

Chabashira Sae coldly surveyed the commotion in the classroom, arms crossed: "You did have access to the surveillance cameras last month, but couldn't the school have saved the first week's footage in advance? Use your brain."

"What?!" Haruki Yamauchi's eyes widened dramatically. "Then what's the point of us spending so many points to rent surveillance cameras?!"

Chazhu tapped the podium impatiently. "That's your problem, don't ask me! Can't you think for yourself?"

She abruptly changed the subject: "One of the main purposes of today's class meeting, the first thing, is to let you see how big the gap is between Class D and the other three classes." With that, she took a magnet from her pocket and slapped a class report card onto the blackboard, reading out each class's current score: "Class A currently has 950 points, Class B has 790 points, Class C has 640 points, and Class D has 530 points. In other words, Class D is still the bottom class! Even if you try your best, you can only catch up with Class C at best, let alone Class B and Class A."

Akira Shimizu raised an eyebrow slightly.

As expected, Class A remained at the top of the leaderboard, while Classes B and C also saw a significant increase in points, each gaining over a hundred points.

It was almost exactly as he had predicted.

"Why are the scores in other classes so high too?"

"Did they discover the hidden rules too?"

"This is impossible! We've even used surveillance equipment, how could we still lose?"

Teacher Chabashira coldly surveyed the restless students, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Don't be naive. Do you think you're the only ones who can pull off such clever tricks? The other classes aren't stupid either."

"Let's move on to the second thing. The results of last month's monthly exams are out. To be honest, your grades are terrible, downright appalling!" Chazhu paused briefly, then posted another report card on the blackboard. "You all probably already know that failing just one subject in the midterm or final exams will result in expulsion, right? In this case, if it were the midterm exam, any student who scored below 32 in Chinese would be expelled. However, I didn't expect so many people! It really does fit the description of you flawed products!"

"Finally... the third thing... we need to elect a new class representative again this month! Whether to let Kikyo Kushida continue as class representative, or to choose someone else, it's up to you to decide!"

"Anyway, if you don't want to be expelled, study hard for the next three weeks, at least get through this midterm exam." After saying this, Chabashira turned and walked out of the classroom.

As soon as Chabashira Sae left the classroom, Class D immediately erupted in an uproar.

"What exactly happened with the surveillance footage?!"

"Kushida-san...this is completely different from what you said before..."

"What does 'defective' mean? Does it mean that class assignments aren't random at all? This seems to explain why Class A has the highest class score."

Kikyo Kushida and Yosuke Hirata, who were standing in the center of the classroom, exchanged a helpless look.

The well-intentioned lies weaving to maintain class morale now appear so pale in the face of the ironclad report cards.

The boomerang ultimately pierced their own back.

...

Akira Shimizu didn't pay attention to the loud noise in the classroom.

He walked straight to the podium, his eyes fixed on the exam results sheet on the blackboard.

(Since things have come to this, let's check the exam results first.)

The school has five subjects for its entrance exams: Chinese, Mathematics, English, Social Studies, and Chemistry.

Akira Shimizu carefully examined the report card and found that the students at the top of the class basically met his expectations.

Horikita Suzune, Koenji Rokusuke, and Yukimura Teruhiko were particularly outstanding, scoring above 90 in all subjects and firmly holding their positions in the top five of the class.

However, as Akira Shimizu's gaze continued downwards, two unusually striking results caught his attention.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji consistently scored 50 points in all subjects, for a total of 250 points; while Chiaki Matsushita fared slightly better, maintaining around 60 points in each subject, for a total of exactly 300 points.

(Is this a joke? One gets 250 points, the other gets 300?)

(Ayanokouji! Your deliberate attempt to lower the score is so obvious, you're not even acting anymore!)

(As for Matsushita Chiaki... although he's a little better than Ayanokoji, the difference is only slight!)

(Are you two just so blatantly manipulating the score?)

Akira Shimizu's lips twitched uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but turn around to look at the two people.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji remained quietly seated. Seemingly noticing Akira Shimizu's gaze, he scratched his head almost imperceptibly, revealing an embarrassed expression as if he had failed the exam.

Meanwhile, Chiaki Matsushita was mingling in Kei Karuizawa's small group, laughing and saying that she had "barely passed."

This deliberate mediocrity amused Akira Shimizu.

However, he no longer had time to criticize the two actors' acting skills, because the report card on the podium finally showed his own section:

Mathematics: 100 points

English: 98 points

Sociology: 91 points

Chemistry: 93 points

Mandarin: 29 points

This result firmly placed him among the top ten in his class.

The top ten in Class D, although they don't have much prestige.

Apart from failing in Mandarin, all other subjects were handled exceptionally well.

Getting first place in both math and English was a foregone conclusion for him—the knowledge he had mastered in his previous life's work was more than enough to handle high school exams.

Chemistry, as a science subject, was no challenge for him, a former science student. As his review deepened, his long-forgotten memories gradually resurfaced, and he naturally found it easy to solve problems.

As for sociology, it mostly consisted of objective questions that required rote memorization, plus a few open-ended short-answer questions, so it wasn't stressful for him either.

(But this Mandarin score...)

Akira Shimizu looked at the glaring "29 points" and rubbed his temples in exasperation.

(So ​​I still can't do it?)

Chapter 92: 090 Horikita Suzune: I will personally handle the cumbersome withdrawal ceremony.

Akira Shimizu has actually been working quite hard these past two weeks.

Since the day he started receiving individual tutoring from Horikita Suzune, he has consistently completed an hour and a half of basic boxing training every day after school, followed by his studies in Japanese.

This intense schedule helped him improve his Japanese score from single digits to 29 points—although the score may not seem high, it was equivalent to raising his Japanese proficiency from junior high to high school level in just two weeks.

However, what troubled him the most was the classical Chinese and Chinese characters.

Although China and Japan use the same Chinese characters, the meanings of words often differ greatly.

For example, the word "大丈夫" means "it's okay" or "it's alright" in Japanese, but in the context of Chinese, it refers to "a man of ambition and responsibility".

This subtle difference often left him scratching his head, and sometimes his misunderstandings even led to some funny situations.

After returning to his seat, Akira Shimizu intended to take the opportunity to ask Suzune Horikita for help with a problem she couldn't solve during the exam at the end of the month, but he found her staring intently at the grade sheet on the blackboard, her pen rapidly calculating something in her notebook.

Not wanting to disturb him, Shimizu Akira turned his gaze to his other deskmate, Sakura Airi.

Actually, he had noticed Sakura's grades earlier, and describing them as "utterly disastrous" was an understatement.

Although he barely passed, his grades in all subjects hovered between 30 and 40. The only subject where he was better was probably Chinese.

Judging from her daily classroom performance, her grades were clearly genuine—whenever she was in math or English class, he could clearly see her eyes glazed over, her mind wandering, and her absent-mindedness made it seem as if her soul had left her body.