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

She definitely didn't mean it that way!

It was just an instinctive feeling of disgust towards the other person that led to the kicking twice.

But firstly, this was Shimizu Akira's room, and secondly, she wasn't wearing shoes yet—thinking about it this way, from an objective point of view, her actions just now really did seem like she was deliberately seducing the other party.

"Shimizu Akira! You have designs on me!" Kamuro Masumi suddenly stood up, glaring down at him.

"Yeah, is there something wrong with that?" Shimizu Akira nodded frankly. "I'm a normal, healthy high school boy, and you're a beautiful girl. We're in the same private room right now, and you've even rubbed against my feet twice. Isn't it normal for me to have feelings for you?"

There's really nothing to lie about, right?

Having ideas is having ideas; it's not like you're some gentle male lead from the next movie set!

Kamuro Masumi's movements suddenly froze.

It was only then that she belatedly realized that if a girl had gone to such lengths and a boy remained unmoved, either he had a problem in that area, or he was just pretending.

Of course, he might truly be a saintly and virtuous person, one in a million... but in her sixteen years of life, she had never met such a person.

But this Shimizu Akira actually said it so bluntly?!

The conversation just now was quite pleasant.

She habitually complained about him a few times, and found it amusing to see him get flustered.

It felt like teasing an idiot.

But now... he's looking at her like that?

I call him my friend, how dare you have such improper thoughts about me?

While it might be considered an acknowledgment of her charm in some ways... it's just too embarrassing!

Kamuro Masumi maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but the tips of her ears were already burning red.

After all... she was the one who started it, wasn't she?

"I'm going back! I can't be bothered with you!" She stood up abruptly.

After saying that, he rushed out of the room as if he were fleeing, almost forgetting to put on his shoes.

"Huh... they're leaving already? Seriously? Is this considered running away? They clearly came here to confront us!" Shimizu Akira stood there, stunned.

I never expected that Masumi Kamuro, who always has a cold face, would have such a flustered side.

It seems that even the most aloof person will eventually break down.

Akira Shimizu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

That said, the amount of information that Kamuro Masumi brought was quite substantial, and he needed to sort it out carefully.

I don't know if the other classes know about this.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Honami Ichinose to verify.

The other party quickly replied to confirm: Class B had also received the notification regarding the rules for transferring classes with 2000 million points.

"Even that unreliable Hoshinomiya-sensei said so..." Shimizu Akira put down his phone, his brows furrowed.

This discovery makes things complicated.

(So, why was it only Chabashira-sensei who chose to keep it a secret?)

Is it because they don't want students in Class D to drop out? But looking at the entire Class D, he's probably the only one who can currently save up this huge sum of money.

Of course, there is another possibility—that Chabashira Sae didn't care about Class D at all.

Since no one met the standard and no one asked, we might as well skip the notification altogether.

Chabashira Sae is such a lazy person.

His gaze fell on a pair of women's flat shoes forgotten by the door, their toes still slightly turned inward, as if silently telling of the owner's embarrassment when they fled in haste.

"So, what should I do with these shoes?"

Chapter 100: 098 Today's Information: Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is a fake / Shiina Hiyori is looking for an assistant

on Tuesday.

Another new day.

Akira Shimizu looked at the updated intelligence reports and slowly scanned each entry.

[1. The fake character in Class D of the first year is Kiyotaka Ayanokouji]

[2. Shiina Hiyori, a first-year student in Class C, is investigating a surveillance incident. Because she's not good at interacting with people, she urgently needs an assistant. This afternoon at 5:30, she will go to the library again to look for a helper, planning to pay 10,000-20,000 points as a reward. Her requirements for an assistant are: enjoys reading mystery novels, is kind-hearted, shares common interests; can communicate smoothly with all students in the four first-year classes, possessing certain interpersonal skills; has a calm and rational personality, and can complement her own personality.]

3. The school allows lower-grade students to purchase exam papers from higher-grade students.

(Wait! What the heck is a fake human?! Have I wandered into some sci-fi movie set?)

When Shimizu Akira saw the first piece of intelligence, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

In his understanding, "pseudo-humans" should refer to bionic bodies that lack human emotions and are made of machinery.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji—no matter how you look at it, he should be a living, breathing human being.

(Could it be... a robot in human skin?)

This absurd idea made Akira Shimizu glance at his classmate beside him.

He greeted her casually, "Good morning, Ayanokouji-san!"

The other person turned around, looking at him calmly: "Good morning, Shimizu-kun."

(Isn't this a normal reaction?)

Akira Shimizu muttered to himself.

(His vocal cords vibrated at a very natural frequency. Although he had almost no micro-expressions on his face, his body was perfectly normal during swimming class, and there were no obvious non-human physiological characteristics.)

This intelligence report was like an unsolvable math problem, leaving him completely baffled.

(Never mind, I'll write this down first.)

The second intelligence report was much more normal, but it was still quite long, probably the longest one so far.

(Looking for an assistant? Oh, I see. It seems her reasoning isn't progressing very well.)

After a moment's thought, Shimizu Akira could roughly understand why Shiina Hiyori's progress was slow.

She has a quiet personality and, to some extent, only wants to talk about topics she's interested in with people she's interested in.

The other person is not very good at interacting with people, so it's naturally difficult for them to take the initiative to start a conversation.

That's why she needs an assistant to help her gather information.

He noticed that Shiina Hiyori's requirements for an assistant were quite detailed, probably reflecting his true feelings: they had to enjoy reading mystery novels and have common interests...

(Wait, maybe this is a good opportunity?)

Akira Shimizu suddenly realized something. He had been worrying yesterday about what to do if Hiyori Shiina found out the truth. Why not take the opportunity to join her investigation and become her assistant?

In this way, one can both test the other party's investigation progress and subtly guide her to reason in the wrong direction—a win-win situation.

Looks like I'll have to go to the library after school today.

As for the third piece of intelligence...

Akira Shimizu was slightly taken aback.

Is it true that lower grades are only allowed to buy exam papers from higher grades? Does this mean that higher grades cannot sell exam papers to lower grades?

But why would older students' exam papers have any value for sale? And why does the school prohibit such transactions?

The answer is actually very obvious.

Could it be that the midterm exam for first-year high school students consisted entirely of old questions? Is that why it's valuable?

.....

Akira Shimizu turned to Suzune Horikita, who had just settled into her seat, and said, "I probably won't be able to go to tutoring after school these next few days. I have something to do, so you can take a break too."

This can be considered a break for her. After all, for the past two weeks, she has been studying for almost an hour and a half after school at least four or five days a week.

"Is something wrong?" Her tone was emotionless, but she still stopped her hand from opening the textbook.

Akira Shimizu casually replied, "Yes, it's a personal matter."

He didn't intend to go into details—he couldn't very well tell the other person that he was going to the library to help someone else investigate a case, and that the person being investigated was himself.

Horikita paused for two seconds, then lightly tapped the table with her fingertips: "I understand, but..."

She suddenly changed the subject, pulled a note from her pencil case, and said, "This is the key review area for the next few days. If you have time, you should go through it yourself."

A sticky note was pushed onto his desk, with Mandarin and common mistakes listed in neat handwriting, and even the page numbers of the example problems were clearly marked.

Akira Shimizu looked at the note and was somewhat surprised: "You made a plan?"

"I just don't want to have to go over last week's material with you again next time we have a tutoring session." Horikita looked away. "Also, your Japanese language practice test is still with me. Remember to take it back and correct it."

After saying that, she opened her textbook again, as if handing over the note was just a casual gesture.

As Shimizu Akira held the thin note, he suddenly realized that this "holiday" wasn't so easy after all—at least, this tutor had already planned his self-study schedule in advance.

...

After school, Sato, the head of the boxing club, suddenly sent him a message asking him to come to the boxing club after school.

After thinking it over carefully, Shimizu Akira realized that he had indeed rarely shown up at the boxing club these past few days.

In recent weeks, he has only gone there two or three times a week—basically, after Sato-senpai demonstrates the training content for the week, he is left to practice on his own.

Speaking of which, the senior had previously sent a message saying that he was able to wear boxing gloves this month.

Since he was going to the library to find Shiina Hiyori, he needed to finish things with the boxing club as soon as possible—Shimizu Akira figured that if he showed up at the club president's office and explained the situation, he could leave sooner.

As soon as I reached the door of the boxing club's activity room, I heard the muffled sound of boxing gloves hitting the punching bag.

As Shimizu Akira pushed open the door to the activity room, Captain Sato on the ring nodded at him.

He nodded in response and walked straight to the line of new students undergoing training.

There are already four new students in this batch, one of whom is a tall foreign boy wearing sunglasses.

The moment he saw the other person clearly, Shimizu Akira remembered his name—Yamada Albert, from Class C, who seemed to be Ryuen Sho's subordinate.

Just by looking at his height of 1.9 meters, you can tell that the opponent must be very good at fighting.

He adjusted his posture following the guidance of his seniors and practiced for a while.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the wall clock—the hands were pointing to 4:10.

I'll grab a bite to eat first, then head to the library to see Hiyori Shiina.

"Minister Sato, could I possibly interrupt for a moment?"

"Okay, let's talk outside. It'll be a good opportunity to catch our breath."

The two walked to a secluded corner of the activity room, and Shimizu Akira finally spoke up, asking, "Senior, could I buy the first-year midterm and monthly exam papers from you?"

"Ah! It's gotten to this point already!" Department Head Sato paused for a moment, then clapped his hands. "But speaking of which, you found out about this on the second day? You bought it quite early. Alright, I'll go back and organize it and send it to you. As for the points, you don't need to give them—consider it your club activity allowance for this month."

Chapter 101: 099 Shiina Hiyori: Where is my Watson?

In fact, obtaining midterm and monthly exam papers does not necessarily have to be limited to second-grade students.

Buying exam papers from third-year students is not a bad idea.

Any old exam papers from higher grades should be useful.

After all, these are all questions from previous years' exams.

The second-year high school students in this class must have taken the exam papers from the third-year high school students.

This thought suddenly made him realize that the second year was currently under Nan Yunya's control.

This discovery led him to a new question.

"Sato-senpai," Shimizu Akira asked casually, "are all four third-year classes following the student council president's instructions?"

Department Head Sato paused for a moment, quite appreciating his junior's keen observation skills.

As a senior in Class A of the third year, he felt it was necessary to give this new junior a proper explanation of the power structure within the school.

"Pretty much, Shimizu." Sato gathered his thoughts. "Now that you've been enrolled for a month, as your senior, I'll tell you about the second and third years."

Through Sato's explanation, Shimizu Akira's understanding of the situation basically matched his previous guesses: the second year students were indeed completely under Nangumo Masaru's control.