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

The difficulty of the last major question in each subject is astonishing.

For an average first-year high school student, getting a perfect score is almost impossible.

(Am I on the set of the Chunin Exams in Naruto?)

Akira Shimizu immediately made this connection.

The Chunin Exams – deliberately set questions that were beyond the curriculum, inserted candidates who scored full marks, and even allowed five cheating attempts before disqualification.

This makes perfect sense, since the selection is for ninjas, and the test is precisely on their intelligence gathering and reconnaissance abilities as well as their ninjutsu.

But this is just an ordinary school, and he is just an ordinary student.

Ordinary people simply cannot get a perfect score, nor can they cheat.

Once caught cheating, all that awaits him is a cold zero and disciplinary action under school rules.

The rules in the student handbook are clearly stated, leaving no room for negotiation.

But since the school deliberately designed this exam, just like the one in the first month, there must be some hidden agenda.

(Could this be... the hidden assessment for the second month?)

Once this thought crossed his mind, all the anomalies had a reasonable explanation.

The sudden ringing of his phone interrupted Akira Shimizu's thoughts.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and saw that it was a message from Masumi Kamuro—

[I underestimated you guys; I thought it would be a zero.]

Akira Shimizu raised an eyebrow. It seemed Class A already knew that Class D had earned 530 class points. Was this message... a compliment to him?

After a month of getting to know each other, Shimizu Akira has been able to automatically filter out the arrogant elements in the other person's words and translate them into their true meaning.

For example, this sentence actually means something like: "Good job getting 530 class points! Akira Shimizu!"

—Okay, maybe she wasn't that frank, but that's the gist of it.

However, as soon as the message showed as read, the other party quickly retracted it.

Before Shimizu Akira could think about it in detail, Kamuro Masumi sent another new message:

Where is your dorm?!

After a moment's thought, Akira Shimizu slowly typed a reply:

"402, what's wrong, Kamuro-kun?"

The next second, the other party's message, laced with murderous intent, came crashing down—

"Very well! I'll be coming to see you at seven tonight! Before I get there, you'd better reflect on your mistakes, or you're as good as dead!"

Even through the screen, Shimizu Akira could feel the other party's burning rage.

(Hmm? Could it be that my hidden identity has been exposed? But it shouldn't be enough to make her this angry...)

(Or... did they find out about the bet between Arisu Sakayanagi and me on the first day of school?)

(This is probably the only possibility.)

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Strictly speaking, he did stop Masumi Kamuro from stealing, but as the person who made the bet, she must have felt offended no matter what.

To be fair, Masumi Kamuro was actually quite good to him—she reminded him to spend less money, treated him to meals, and even lent him money.

But soon he realized that Masumi Kamuro couldn't have known this out of thin air; someone must have deliberately leaked it to her.

"Could it have been that brat who did it?!"

He thought for a moment, then quickly sent a message to someone:

"Did you do this?"

The other party replied with a question mark almost instantly.

Sakayanagi Yusu:?

As Akira Shimizu looked at the screen, he suddenly had a subtle sense of déjà vu.

(This scene... seems so familiar?)

He suddenly remembered that the other party had also sent a message out of the blue last time, asking, "Did you do this?" and he had replied with a question mark in return.

(This person's level of holding grudges is beyond expectations...)

Akira Shimizu typed a line of text.

[Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?]

Sakayanagi Arisu's reply was clearly mocking:

[Hehe...of course it was an accident, I thought she already knew~]

Akira Shimizu instantly realized—this was definitely a premeditated "accident."

At this moment, the other party suddenly changed the subject:

[By the way, I'd like to ask Masumi Kamuro for help. Could you help me persuade her?]

"No, I won't help." Shimizu Akira replied firmly.

He was neither Sakayanagi's subordinate nor obligated to cooperate with her plans.

What puzzled him even more was where the other party got the confidence to think he would help? Given Kamuro's stubborn personality, it was impossible for him to be persuaded.

Moreover, Shimizu Akira had already warned Kamuro to be wary of Sakayanagi. Now it seems that the other party is likely to run into a snag again.

Sure enough, Sakayanagi soon sent a new invitation:

[How about a bet? I bet I can recruit Kamuro Masumi within a week.]

"No gambling." Shimizu Akira decisively refused. "You'd better save your points."

This refusal was based on two considerations: firstly, he was not short of money at all; secondly, Kamuro was angry about something similar, and for him to agree as a friend would be tantamount to dancing on someone's grave.

Sakayanagi Yusu: Ninety-five thousand points? Bet or not? !

Akira Shimizu was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Is the other person completely addicted to gambling or something?

Akira Shimizu: You should keep your points for yourself! I'm still eating, so I'm not going to chat with you anymore!

After saying this, he ignored the protest message from the other party and closed the chat history.

(So, how can we appease Masumi Kamuro?)

He suddenly remembered what the other person had once said—unless you kneel down and let me step on your face, don't expect me to forgive you!

Akira Shimizu's lips twitched.

While it must be admitted that Kamuro's long, beautiful legs are indeed pleasing to the eye, especially when encased in black stockings, their graceful curves are so captivating that one can't help but...

(Wait, stop!)

He shook his head violently, banishing the dangerous thought from his mind.

Let's forget about him stepping on my face; he doesn't have that kind of weird fetish.

Upon closer examination, this is actually not a difficult problem.

Although Masumi Kamuro has a strong personality, she is not an unreasonable person at heart.

Akira Shimizu never felt that apologizing would damage a man's dignity—let alone the fact that the other party was Masumi Kamuro.

When a girl says something in anger, she often just wants to see the other person back down.

(If I honestly admit my mistake, she should forgive me...maybe?)

(It seems that room 402 is destined to be much more lively than usual tonight...)

The thought had barely crossed my mind when my phone vibrated again.

The latest news about Masumi Kamuro immediately caught my eye:

"Wash your neck clean and wait!"

Chapter 95: 093 Calling me by name in public? What does that mean?

While eating, Akira Shimizu witnessed a very interesting scene.

The first-year C-class student who wrecked the camera in the last surveillance footage—a burly boy who seems to be named Ishizaki Daichi—is now leading two C-class followers straight to the dining table in front, surrounding a lone classmate.

"What...what are you going to do?" The boy surrounded asked, his voice trembling, his chopsticks shaking slightly.

Ishizaki Daichi grinned maliciously. "You must be a student in Class B of the first year! We watched you walk out of the classroom right before our eyes! Don't be nervous, as kind students from Class C, we're just here to enjoy watching you eat."

"Please leave! I can't eat properly like this!" The boy tried to straighten his back, but the fear in his voice betrayed him.

"Huh?" Ishizaki spread his hands exaggeratedly. "We didn't do anything, we didn't even touch you. If you don't have an appetite, that's your own problem, isn't it?"

"If you do this... it's all on camera, and you'll get points deducted from the class's score!"

"What could the surveillance cameras possibly capture? We're just standing here watching you eat. Which school rule did that violate? We didn't yell at you, we didn't hit you! What does it have to do with us!"

"...That's enough! I won't eat anymore, okay?!" The boy stood up, his face pale.

Ishizaki Daichi, however, revealed an even more wicked smile and stood beside him: "Don't rush off! We've just finished eating, how about we go back to the classroom together? Or we can go back to the dorm together!"

"No, no need... I can go back by myself..."

"Don't mention it. Isn't it only natural for classmates to look after each other? Come on, we'll 'escort' you back. Don't worry! It's not just you; we'll personally take care of all the other students in Class B as well."

The four of them gradually disappeared around the corner of the cafeteria.

"Has Ryuen Sho finally lost his temper and started making a move? He's already targeting the people in Class B?" Shimizu Akira stared in the direction they had gone.

Although the method of eliminating thugs from harassing the students of Class B was despicable, it was surprisingly effective.

This tactic could only have been devised by Long Yuanxiang: neither resorting to violence nor verbal abuse, but simply staring at the other person eating with a malicious gaze, and then following them closely like a shadow.

Even if the complaint is reported to the student council, they can easily argue that they were just "showing friendly concern for their classmate."

However, if one endures this harassment for a long time, it may cause certain mental problems.

If the students in Class B lose their temper and take the initiative, they will face severe disciplinary action according to school rules and heavy penalties in terms of class points.

Long Yuanxiang's move takes despicable tactics to the extreme.

Anyway, whoever gets entangled with them will probably suffer for a while.

It remains to be seen how Ichinose Honami will handle this matter.

......

When the school bell rang, the atmosphere in Class D of Grade 1 had already undergone a subtle change.

After the morning class meeting, Class D was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

Ms. Chashu's remarks about "defective products" and the harsh reality of class grading filled the classroom with a tense atmosphere that seemed ready to explode at any moment, making every interaction between students feel sharp and thorny.

However, now—Shimizu Akira looked around and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

In just one afternoon, thanks to Kikyo Kushida's persuasion, the atmosphere of the entire class was transformed as if by magic.

The tense standoff of the morning seemed to have never happened, replaced by bursts of laughter and conversation.

Akira Shimizu knew he could never do that.

It's not that they lack the emotional intelligence to be adept at navigating social situations.

It's really asking too much of him to greet everyone with a smile.

Kikyo Kushida and Yosuke Hirata stood on the podium, one on the left and one on the right, explaining the specific arrangements for this month's class activities to the students of Class D.

However, Rokusuke Koenji and Ken Sudo had long since disappeared—the former had gained special privileges due to his outstanding academic performance, so the other two turned a blind eye.

The latter left early under the pretext of club activities. Although Hirata Yosuke tried his best to persuade him to stay, he was only met with an impatient rejection.

Seeing this, Shimizu Akira shook his head inwardly.

Kikyo Kushida is a two-faced person; her affability is the result of deliberate manipulation, it's fake, but at least it's still within the normal range.

But Hirata Yosuke's almost pathological tolerance is truly perplexing—it goes beyond the scope of being a nice guy and is more like a kind of self-sacrificing obsession.

"Speaking of which, didn't Mr. Chabashira say that we'd be re-electing a class monitor this month?"