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

20 points, divided equally among the class, would amount to roughly 5000 points per person. He had thought this matter would take another two days, but he hadn't expected Sakayanagi Arisu to act so quickly—she came to his door with her people at noon today.

"Class, excuse me for taking up a little of your time." Sakayanagi Arisu walked up to the D class's podium, her eyes curving into crescents beneath her beret, her tone light yet clear, "Actually, there's a special exam this month. Coincidentally, I've already found out the relevant information—this information can help D class gain up to 100 class points."

She paused, then lightly tapped the edge of the podium with her fingertip: "I'm here to inform everyone about this."

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur of discussion broke out in the classroom:

"Why would the people from Class A help Class D?"

Aren't we competitors?

"Is there really a special exam this month? We didn't hear anything about it before..."

All the questioning gazes fell on Sakayanagi Arisu on the podium, along with the purple-haired girl next to her who had remained silent.

“Yes, there are.” Sakayanagi Arisu gently flicked her fingertip, her tone carrying a hint of guidance, “Didn’t everyone notice that there were several unsolvable problems hidden in the previous test papers? Those were actually hints left by the school—these problems were not something that first-year high school students could normally solve.”

"Huh? Is there such a thing?"

"I didn't notice at all..."

"Wait a minute, aren't most of the questions so difficult that they can't be solved?"

Haruki Yamauchi, Kanji Ike, and Ken Sudo huddled together, heads bowed, whispering amongst themselves, their faces filled with belated confusion.

"Heh, interesting." Koenji Rokusuke suddenly chuckled, slowly twirling his pen between his fingers, his gaze falling on Sakayanagi Arisu. "These clues do indeed suggest a special exam. But what is your purpose? Class A and Class D are competitors, why bother helping them out?"

"Why should I help you? It's actually very simple." Sakayanagi Arisu's smile remained unchanged, but her tone became more serious. "I don't want to see 'that person' continue to earn points from the four classes."

She paused, her fingertips lightly resting on the edge of the podium: "Last month, a mysterious person contacted me, saying they could rent surveillance footage. Our class spent 300 million points to rent it. And this month, that 'mysterious person' is planning to use the same trick again, intending to sell information about the special exam to four classes. The purpose of me coming here to disclose this information is to thwart his plan—simply to stop him from being so smug. That's the main reason."

As she finished speaking, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze slowly sweeping over the students of Class D below the stage, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Every word she said was true—not a single word was false.

The purpose of releasing information was indeed partly to stop that mysterious person. After all, occasionally revealing parts of the truth is often the most effective way to gain someone's trust.

Moreover, she had already guessed that Class D had most likely also rented surveillance cameras.

"What? Class A also rented surveillance cameras?"

"Our class rented it before! It also cost 300 million points!"

"So that's how it is... That person actually wanted to sell information again?!"

Just as she had predicted, a chorus of agreement erupted from the audience as soon as she finished speaking.

Several classmates subconsciously chimed in, their voices clearly echoing the sentiment.

But Arisu Sakayanagi's ear twitched slightly—she had caught a more crucial piece of information.

(Buying intelligence again?)

That mysterious person was only doing "renting surveillance footage" business before, how did he suddenly turn into "selling intelligence"?

In other words, this mysterious person also seems to have made a separate intelligence deal with Class D.

(interesting.)

(I never expected that coming to Class D would bring such an extra reward.)

"So Sakayanagi-san was also tricked by that guy!"

"That person went too far to lie to such a cute girl!"

Don't worry! We will definitely support you!

A few exceptionally enthusiastic cheers came from below the stage. Sakayanagi Arisu glanced in the direction of the voices—it was two boys who looked a bit reckless, their eyes full of undisguised support.

(Who are these two...?)

She silently wondered to herself.

(He doesn't look very bright.)

(However, having someone like that in Class D does make things easier.)

(Please continue to support me like this.)

With these voices actively reaching out, things will be much easier to discuss from here on out.

She withdrew her gaze, her smile remaining gentle: "Since we all share a common enemy, things become much easier. However, I put a lot of effort into compiling this intelligence, so I can't just give it away for free—I plan to sell it to everyone for 20 points. That price shouldn't be too expensive, right?"

Yes, 20 points.

She spent the entire afternoon in the coffee shop organizing screenshots of several exam papers; this information shouldn't have been given away for free.

Moreover, this price is already very reasonable—you should know that the mysterious person sold surveillance footage for 300 million last month alone.

She conservatively estimates that core intelligence like this, which is directly related to special exams, is worth at least 50.

20 points, when divided among everyone in Class D, amount to only 5000 points per person.

“For you, this is definitely a win-win deal,” she added, her tone carrying just the right amount of certainty.

She then turned her gaze to the two male classmates who had enthusiastically echoed her earlier, hoping to gain some support.

Unexpectedly, the two men's faces fell instantly, their voices filled with complaints:

"Huh? I need to pay points? Isn't this free help?"

"20 points? How could we possibly come up with that!"

"We simply can't afford this price!"

Sakayanagi Arisu's eyes widened slightly; she wondered if she had misheard.

Is 20 points considered expensive? She clearly remembered that Class D had just received 530 class points this month, which meant that each person had 53000 personal points. It would be enough to divide them among four people.

Not to mention that the other side has 40 people! Is giving up one-tenth of the points really expensive?

What surprised her even more was the attitude of the two men—they had just been all "fully supportive," but their expressions changed immediately upon hearing the word "points."

Chapter 126: 124 Sakayanagi Arisu - Her heart aches from being so angry at Class D.

Sakayanagi Arisu paused, even subconsciously wanting to confirm whether she had misspoken "200 million"—otherwise, why would it have elicited such a big reaction?

“20 points… Class D should be able to afford it, right?” She looked at the whole class, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible confusion.

She suddenly remembered her own Class A—when she brought up this information yesterday, the class immediately approved 20 points as a reward.

In her opinion, it was even a bit low, because 20 was really not a large sum.

"...I can't produce it!"

"Each person needs to contribute 5000 points!"

Opposition voices rose and fell, and several students even frowned.

It was only then that Sakayanagi Arisu belatedly realized how different the point reserves and spending habits were between the different classes.

What was a common number in Class A became an "astronomical price" that required debate in Class D.

However, isn't the difference between you two a bit too big?

Sakayanagi Arisu looked at Kushida Kikyo, who was standing to the side, and the other girl was also looking at her awkwardly.

Her gaze swept across the audience and finally landed on the boy with the particularly prominent jawline.

This guy was the loudest one just now, how come he suddenly seems like a different person and is leading the complaints?

(How boring.)

She tapped her fingertips lightly on the cane handle, her eyes under the brim turning colder—she had absolutely no interest in people who only shouted slogans and immediately backed down when faced with real benefits.

"Sakayanagi-san, could you tell us for free?"

"We really don't have any money left. Last month, we already spent a lot of money renting surveillance cameras."

"That's right, we're in Class D, and you're in Class A. Even if you try to make some money off us, you won't make much, will you?"

The group spoke one after another, their tone earnest, but the unspoken meaning was all too clear—they wanted information for nothing.

As Sakayanagi Arisu listened to these words, she felt a dull ache in her temples and her heart involuntarily clenched.

I felt like I almost had a heart attack.

I even had the urge to throw my cane at the other person's face.

(These people... were trying to get something for nothing?)

(What kind of logic is this?)

She sneered inwardly.

How can you just take other people's hard work for granted as something that should be given away for free?

She's now one of the core figures in Class A. Did all the time and effort she spent compiling this intelligence just appear out of thin air? Is she just going to let these people get it for free?

The other party's words were indeed quite self-righteous.

She couldn't help but imagine—if she were in Class D, would these people be even more brazen in asking for things?

Just thinking about that scene makes me feel physically uncomfortable, nauseous and want to vomit!

In a sense, she truly experienced what it felt like to be "a member of Class D" today—being taken for granted and having her achievements appreciated without any basic sense of equivalent exchange.

She lowered her eyes, concealing the impatience surging within them.

But she can't just turn around and leave now.

That mysterious person might be watching from some corner—if she gives up on this deal, the other party can reap the benefits.

But staying is also painful.

The group from Class D would occasionally blurt out something like "wanting information for free," which felt like a thorn pricking people and was incredibly annoying.

It felt like falling into an obvious trap, leaving me in a dilemma.

Leaving means handing the opportunity over to the mysterious person; staying means having to patiently deal with this bunch of clueless guys.

(It felt like being cut with a dull knife.)

She let out a soft breath. Since it was an open scheme, she had no choice but to accept it.

We can't let that guy hiding in the shadows laugh at us.

"Heh." Standing to the side, Masumi Kamuro crossed her arms and sneered, her tone carrying undisguised mockery.

Half of the laughter was directed at Sakayanagi Arisu—one of the core members of Class A, was being entangled in a dilemma by the group from Class D; the other half was directed at Class D—they didn't even understand basic equivalent exchange, and only thought about getting something for nothing, no wonder they became the bottom class.

She glanced at the few people below the stage who were still muttering "Can you make it cheaper?" and suddenly understood why Shimizu Akira was unwilling to contribute to his class.

Rather than being leeched off by people who only know how to take advantage, it's better to just ignore everything and enjoy peace and quiet.

Thinking about it this way, she suddenly felt fortunate—thankfully she was assigned to Class A, so she didn't have to work with such trashy people.

Kamuro Masumi moved half a step closer to the podium and said to Sakayanagi Arisu in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you ask me, let's just leave. It's not worth wasting time with these people."

“Rather than let these people take advantage of me for nothing, I don’t want to see ‘that guy’ make a quick buck.” Sakayanagi Arisu forced a smile at Kamuro Masumi, her voice low, but with a barely perceptible hint of gritted teeth at the end, “You wouldn’t understand this feeling—I just don’t want him to succeed.”

Even if it means losing money, she has to let that guy hiding in the shadows know that making money under her nose isn't so easy.

"I understand, I understand Class D's current situation. Here's what we'll do—I'll provide everyone with information about this special exam for free, and I hope everyone can get good grades in the midterm exams. I also hope Class D will remember this gift from Class A."

……

Akira Shimizu sat in his seat, watching Arisu Sakayanagi on the podium recount the contents of the special exam in detail.

To his surprise, the other party had even printed out a set of test papers in advance and distributed them to the students in the front row.

(What is this person thinking?)

He was genuinely puzzled.

They're actually giving out intelligence for free?

He stared at Sakayanagi Arisu's somewhat embarrassed face and suddenly realized—the other party was determined to cut off his path.

In order to prevent him from making even a single point from Class D, they completely disregarded their own interests and were willing to give up all the information rather than earn a penny.

The opponent is using the Seven Injury Fist technique—first injuring himself, then injuring the enemy.

(That's really... ruthless.)

Akira Shimizu leaned back in his chair, watching the surprised and bewildered expressions on the faces of the students in Class D when they received their test papers, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

To be honest, he did consider selling the information, but he only wanted to earn four or five hundred thousand points at most, and then stop while he was ahead. But Sakayanagi Arisu was different—she would rather let the D-class group take advantage of her than let him earn a single penny.