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

Seeing her decisive action, Shimizu Akira didn't try to take it anymore—since it was the investigation funds provided by Ryuen, it was the perfect thing to use them for this.

She swiped her phone on the terminal, and after a soft "beep," the female clerk handed her an A4 sheet of paper. "This is the printed record. The buyer's name and class are marked on it."

When Shiina Hiyori took the paper, her fingertips paused slightly.

Akira Shimizu leaned closer to take a look at the record sheet—there were ten people on the list.

If we divide them by class, there is 1 person in class D, 2 people in class C, 4 people in class B, and 3 people in class A.

Four of them were people he knew: the "professor" in his own class who always carried a laptop, Honami Ichinose from Class B, Arisu Sakayanagi from Class A, and Sho Ryuen from Class C.

For high school students, buying a dedicated computer is not very common. If they really want to play games, the Switch is sufficient in Japan, and for studying, the equipment in the school's computer lab is perfectly adequate.

Therefore, it is logical that the ten people are distributed across four classes.

"...Shiina-kun, what do you think?" Shimizu Akira asked casually.

“That mysterious person is most likely among these ten people.” Shiina Hiyori tapped the list lightly with her fingertips. “Since all four classes are involved, how about this—Shimizu-kun, go and coordinate with the students in Class D and Class B? I’ll take care of Class C and Class A.”

"Can you handle it?" Shimizu Akira raised an eyebrow.

"Shimizu-kun... Don't underestimate me." Shiina Hiyori raised her head, her tone serious and insistent. "I can naturally communicate with my classmates, and there are only 3 students in Class A on the list. Actually, I only need to talk to these few people."

“Okay, we’ll do it your way.” Shimizu Akira nodded, tore off the sections belonging to Class D and Class B from the list, and folded them neatly. “Contact me anytime if there’s any news.”

"Yes, this should be the final investigation." Shiina Hiyori held the lists belonging to Class A and Class C in her hands. "After we've finished asking our questions and exchanging information, Shimizu-kun won't need to take time out of his way to help me."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something—probably because she felt it wasn't good to always bother others.

“…Okay.” Shimizu Akira responded, his gaze falling on her hand holding half an A4 sheet of paper.

Those hands were slender and fair, with a faint red tinge at the fingertips from holding the record sheet earlier.

(Once this is over, she'll probably go back to being that quiet girl who stays in the corner of the classroom.)

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

He folded the half-list in his hand twice, stuffed it into his school uniform pocket, and gently pressed it with his fingertips to make sure it wouldn't fall out: "That's all for today, let's split up. Contact me anytime if you find anything."

There's no need for excessive admonitions like "don't mess things up," as both sides understand how to proceed.

......

Shimizu Akira and Shiina Hiyori separated and pushed open the door.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—it was Sakura Airi from her own class.

She was walking towards us with her head down, her bangs covering half her face, and her steps were very light, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone.

"Sakura-san?" Shimizu Akira stopped and called out to her.

Sakura Airi paused abruptly, and after two seconds slowly raised her head, her voice almost inaudible: "Shimizu-kun."

"Are you here to exchange your camera?" He asked casually, his gaze falling on the digital camera the girl was holding.

"Um... well, it seems like there's a problem with the focus." Sakura Airi's voice was even lower, her fingertips unconsciously tightening their grip on the camera strap.

"I see." Shimizu Akira nodded and didn't ask any more questions. "Then I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, he turned and left. He seemed to hear a very soft "goodbye" coming from behind.

However, after taking only a few steps, a sense of curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.

I never expected that Sakura Airi would have a hobby of taking photos—she usually stays quietly in the corner of the classroom and speaks in a soft voice, so you really wouldn't guess that she would be handling a camera.

Wait a minute—he suddenly remembered something really interesting.

Superman just wears glasses to hide his identity, right? Besides, Superman's real job is a reporter, and he's always carrying a camera around.

It matches up! It matches up perfectly!

(Thinking about it this way, Sakura-san seems more and more suspicious!)

......

Akira Shimizu discovered that his classmate who bought the computer had already become friends with him.

His name is Hideo Sotomura, but his classmates prefer to call him by his nickname, "Professor." He's a shut-in who's obsessed with anime and computer knowledge; his bag is always stuffed with the latest manga magazines, and his eyes light up when he talks about programming terminology.

When Akira Shimizu called him, the two had a fairly smooth conversation—they even chatted about anime and manga culture.

From the plot development of the new anime to the voice actors, the professor can explain a whole host of intricacies.

However, Akira Shimizu soon discovered that his hobby was nothing compared to what the other person was looking at.

The professor could accurately recite the production staff list when talking about classic anime from twenty years ago, and even remembered the storyboard details of a certain obscure OVA clearly—his knowledge of anime and manga was indeed much more solid than his.

As the conversation got more interesting, Akira Shimizu took the opportunity to ask the other person why they wanted to buy a computer.

"I just want to play bishoujo games, and it'll be easier to code at the same time." The professor responded, "Besides, I can bring my laptop to class! I can sneak in a couple of games during breaks."

He said this with a hint of youthful pride, like someone sharing a secret.

Akira Shimizu found it reasonable—given the professor's obsession with anime and manga, it was perfectly normal for him to buy a laptop specifically so he could play games and code anytime.

In this way, Hideo Tomura from Class D would have a perfectly reasonable motive to buy the laptop, thus eliminating him from the list of "suspects".

However, in truth, Akira Shimizu himself was the one who "rented the surveillance footage".

Chapter 130: 128 The Mysterious First-Year High School Girl Who Was Bullied

Just as Akira Shimizu was about to go to the cafeteria for lunch, his phone suddenly rang.

I glanced at the caller ID; it was Sato, a senior from the boxing club.

"Shimizu! Where are you now?" As soon as the call connected, the other party's cheerful voice came through the receiver.

"Sato-senpai?" Shimizu Akira raised an eyebrow. "Does it mean there's training today and you want me to show up?"

“It’s not about training! It’s my personal matter.” Sato paused for a moment before explaining, “A junior classmate of my girlfriend’s was bullied, and she wanted you to come over and sit for a while—just to show up and support her. I don’t think you’ll need to do anything, just think of it as watching the show.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Shimizu Akira agreed.

After all, Sato-senpai had taken care of him many times, so he had no reason to refuse this request.

"Then let's go straight to the window seats on the first floor of the cafeteria. We'll all be waiting here!"

After hanging up the phone, Akira Shimizu turned and walked towards the cafeteria.

As soon as he pushed open the glass door on the first floor, his eyes were drawn to the long table by the window—senpai Sato was sitting there.

His muscular physique, honed from years of boxing training, was truly striking. With his broad shoulders and thick back, he could be recognized at a glance even across three or four tables when he sat down in a chair.

Across from Sato sat a girl with a high ponytail, the ends of her hair swaying gently with her movements; she must be his girlfriend.

However, they weren't the only ones at the table—the senior boxing club members were also there, all of them big guys with broad shoulders and narrow waists, their school uniform jackets bulging from their muscles.

Untouched plates lay on the table, clearly indicating they weren't there to eat. The group sat side by side, their silence creating a sense of oppression, while the surrounding tables remained empty.

"Shimizu, over here!" Sato saw him and immediately waved, his voice as loud as it was in the training hall, making him stand out in the quiet cafeteria.

"You're here." Shimizu Akira responded and quickly walked over to sit down in an empty seat at the long table.

"Shimizu, you haven't been slacking off in training lately, have you?" Sato patted him on the shoulder, the force not too light, not too heavy. "Have you been training enough every day?"

"Yes, I practice for about an hour and a half every day."

“Let me take a look—” A tall senior next to him glanced at him and suddenly laughed, “You don’t seem like you’re just bragging. The first few steps you took were very steady, you must have practiced your lower body a lot.”

The group then started talking about boxing—from the feel of the new gloves to the friendly match with other schools last week, and the conversation naturally unfolded.

Sato's girlfriend listened quietly, occasionally chiming in with a smile when Sato asked her a question.

However, after chatting for only a few minutes, Sato's girlfriend suddenly turned to Shimizu Akira and asked, "Shimizu, do you have a girlfriend now? If not, how about I introduce you to someone?"

"Well..." Shimizu Akira answered honestly, "Not yet."

"Oh? That's perfect!" Sato immediately chimed in, slapping his hand on the table. "My girlfriend knows a lot of girls and has a great eye for them. Let her pick one for you, she'll definitely be right! But forget about seniors—Shimizu still has three years left in school. Finding a freshman is perfect, you can spend more time together."

“A first-year high school girl? Of course there is.” Sato’s girlfriend was amused by him. “Speaking of which, it’s that cute junior I mentioned to you before—she’s the one who asked us to help her deal with being bullied.”

When she said the word "cute," she winked at Akira Shimizu, as if hinting at something.

Sato, who was listening nearby, immediately slapped his thigh: "Right, right! So it's that junior! He's very good-looking and has a very gentle personality. He's a good match for you, Shimizu!"

"Uh... seniors, let's prioritize dealing with this bullying incident first." Shimizu Akira paused, then changed the subject with a wry smile.

How did this perfectly good thing of coming to help suddenly turn into a dating show?

But then again, who exactly are they talking about?

She is cute and has a gentle personality.

It seems there aren't many first-graders who meet the criteria.

"Hmm, we'll talk about that later. Here they come!" Senior Sato suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting to the other side of the cafeteria. "It's those people."

Following his gaze, Shimizu Akira saw a group of people swaggering in from the entrance—led by a boy with a buzz cut who deliberately swayed his shoulders as he walked.

He was stunned for a moment—it was someone he knew.

It turned out to be Ishizaki Daichi and his group from Class C of the first year.

(How could it be them?)

"Come on, everyone, follow me." Senior Sato stood up, his voice deepening. "This is the group that junior was talking about."

As soon as he finished speaking, the senior students from the boxing club also stood up.

The group of men were all physically strong due to years of martial arts training. When they stood up, they created a gust of wind, instantly tightening the previously relaxed aura.

Akira Shimizu followed closely behind them, walking with them to Daichi Ishizaki's side, blocking his path as he headed towards the dining table.

Just as Ishizaki Daichi was about to call out to his classmates, intending to find a pushover from Class B of the first year to annoy them as usual, he looked up and bumped into a shadow.

He subconsciously wanted to put on his usual arrogant demeanor—after all, he was someone close to Long Yuanxiang and always acted arrogantly among the lower grades—but when he saw the scene before him, the words that were about to come out suddenly got stuck in his throat.

The boys blocking his way were all half a head taller than him, especially the third-year student at the front, who was almost 1.9 meters tall with shoulders as broad as a wall, even more muscular than the black classmate in his class.

The other student had a third-grade badge pinned to the collar of their school uniform, and the muscles on their arms made the sleeves of their uniform bulge. Just standing there, they exuded an aura that said, "Don't mess with me."

Ishizaki Daichi's Adam's apple bobbed—this physique, this age, was someone he absolutely couldn't afford to offend.

He could even imagine how long he would lie there if he were hit by such a fist.

"Excuse me, what brings you here, seniors?" He suppressed all his arrogance, his voice softening slightly, but his heart was pounding: What had he done to offend these people?

"You must be Ishizaki Daichi! You've been harassing our junior and her classmates these past few days, haven't you?" Senior Sato took a half step forward, looking down at Ishizaki Daichi with no politeness in his tone. "I heard you're from Class C of the first year? Listen up—you're not allowed to get close to her and her classmates again."

Ishizaki Daichi and the others shrank their necks, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Sato glanced at them again, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying a casual yet oppressive air: "For the sake of your class's Albert Yamada—that kid trains quite diligently in the boxing club and performs well. If he were to spar with me now, he could probably last ten rounds."

He paused, then said, "I'll spare you for today."

He emphasized the last sentence, "But listen to me carefully—if there's a next time, things won't be so easy. Don't think you're safe just because you're under surveillance. We're about to graduate, and we don't care about class attendance anymore."

Upon hearing this, Ishizaki Daichi and the others turned pale instantly—Yamada Albert was one of the top three fighters in their class, and judging from his tone, this senior clearly held a high position in the boxing club. He completely disregarded Albert; could he be the club president himself?

If they offended the other party, and the other party fired Yamada Albert, then they would probably be beaten up by the enraged Yamada Albert.

What's even more problematic is the latter part of what the other party said—that high school seniors who are about to graduate really don't need to worry about school rules and class points anymore.

If you really push them too far, these people won't follow the rules at all.

Ishizaki Daichi felt the skin on the back of his neck tighten, but his mind was a mess—he couldn't remember which girl he had offended recently.

"Um, senior," he said, forcing himself to look up, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "which junior you're talking about who was bullied...?"

Before Sato could speak, his girlfriend chimed in, her tone laced with coldness: "It's Ichinose Honami from Class B, first year. You guys have been harassing her classmate these past few days—even if it's just to compete with Class B for a spot in Class A, using such methods is going too far."

Chapter 131: 129 I'll help you get to know Ichinose!

"Ichinose Honami's classmate?"

These words were like a pebble thrown into water, leaving Ishizaki Daichi stunned.

Was it because of this?

He quickly went through the details in his mind—it was indeed Senior Longyuan who instructed them to keep an eye on the people in Class B, occasionally causing them some minor troubles to disrupt their focus. He never expected that just a few days later, they would face a counterattack from Class B.

“…Ahem, well, I understand.” Ishizaki Daichi cleared his throat, forcing an awkward smile—of course he knew what was good for him; these people in front of him were clearly people he couldn’t afford to offend, and continuing to put up a fight would only be asking for trouble.

A fist the size of a sandbag was about to smash into his face.

He stole a glance at Sato-senpai's taut jawline, then quickly nodded and bowed, "Well then, seniors, we'll take our leave now."

After saying that, he didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and quickly left the cafeteria with several classmates who were also shrugging their necks, forgetting that he was supposed to eat.