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

He breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the cafeteria, but his mind was already racing – it seemed his plan to harass Class B was doomed to fail.

We need to go back and report this to Long Yuanxiang immediately so that our boss can make a decision.

Having been severely reprimanded by Long Yuanxiang for smashing the surveillance camera without authorization last time, he now dares not make any decisions on his own—matters involving senior high school students must be reported to Long Yuanxiang in detail.

.....

On the other side, Shimizu Akira finally realized that the junior who was being harassed by Sato-senpai was actually Ichinose Honami from Class B of the first year.

(I see.)

A thought flashed through his mind.

(Is this Ichinose-san's defensive method?)

He originally thought that Class B would be entangled with Class C for quite some time, and would be confused for a long time.

After all, Ishizaki Daichi is someone close to Ryuen Sho, and he has never had any bottom line when it comes to doing things.

Unexpectedly, only three or four days later, Ichinose Honami had already found help through her connections and quietly solved the problem.

Without arguments or conflicts, he suppressed the other party's arrogance solely through interpersonal communication—a more skillful tactic than he had anticipated.

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but make a comparison in his mind—if he were the one being harassed like this, the quickest solution he could think of would probably be to find a corner without surveillance cameras, block them out, and use his fists to make them never dare to bother him again.

He never even considered asking a senior member of the boxing club for help. After all, he never liked relying on others, and he always tried to handle things himself whenever possible.

However, he also had a vague feeling that if he really asked for help, Sato-senpai and the others would most likely be willing to help.

If it were Honami Ichinose, she would naturally think of asking her seniors for help—a method with a distinct "Ichinose style," gentle yet efficient.

"Hmm... It's all settled! Those guys from Class C of the first year shouldn't bother your class anymore." Sato's girlfriend picked up her phone and made a call to Ichinose.

“No need to thank me,” she chuckled softly into the receiver. “You even went shopping with me last week, and you insisted on paying for the milk tea last time, didn’t you? Hehe, don’t be so eager to repay the points I lent you! We third graders aren’t actually that short of points.”

Hearing the other person on the phone say they wanted to treat her to a meal as a thank you, she quickly waved her hand: "Oh, no need to treat me! Actually, the boxing club didn't do anything—you know their physiques, they're intimidating enough just standing there, it didn't take much effort at all. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just come to me."

After hanging up the phone, she turned to Sato and winked: "All done. Ichinose said she'd bring us some cookies she made next time."

"Oh! That junior's cookies taste pretty good!" Senior Sato nodded, then turned to Akira Shimizu and said, "You're lucky to be here. Consider this a favor I owe everyone. Now that the matter is resolved, everyone can go back to your own lives."

As he spoke, he took the lead in picking up his jacket from the back of the chair. The other senior students from the boxing club also got up one after another, and the group walked out of the cafeteria chatting and laughing.

Akira Shimizu really didn't think he had done anything wrong—he was just called over to stand by and quietly watched from beginning to end.

It was all the senior students who actually spoke up and negotiated; to be honest, he was more like a "filler" there to make up the numbers.

"Oh, right, Shimizu!" As the group walked to the cafeteria entrance, Sato's girlfriend suddenly turned around, waved her phone at him, and said teasingly, "Ichinose just said she owes me a favor—I'll arrange a meeting for you later, so you'd better make a good impression. You should know her, right? She's a famous beauty among the first-year students. You're really lucky this time."

Akira Shimizu was slightly taken aback, not expecting that these seniors actually took the "introducing a partner" suggestion to heart.

The other party turned out to be Ichinose.

However, to be fair, the seniors in the boxing club were indeed efficient – ​​from going to the cafeteria to settling the entanglement with Class C of the first year, it took them less than ten minutes.

He didn't throw a single punch; he scared away Long Yuanxiang's men with just his muscular physique and a few words.

This inexplicably gave him a feeling of being "defeated by a lower dimension".

After all, the other party was a student in Class A of the third grade. He had been in this school for three years and had experienced so many special exams, big and small. He was used to all kinds of things.

With the student council president in charge and their own abilities being quite strong, they naturally don't need to take Class C of the first year seriously.

Long Yuanxiang probably won't use such methods against Class 1-B again. He does like to use underhanded tricks, but he's a smart guy after all—he should be very clear about the consequences of offending a third-year student—especially someone from Class 3-A.

With such a senior figure stepping in to cover things, it saved a lot of trouble later on.

"Now that I think about it, it seems I wasn't wrong—the boxing club really knows how to protect their juniors."

As Shimizu Akira gazed in the direction his seniors had left, this thought suddenly popped into his mind.

The fact that the boxing club is willing to stand up for its juniors and even get involved in matters "assigned by outsiders" shows just how protective the seniors are of their own.

Being in such a group, even if you encounter some trouble, you'll have someone to back you up.

For example, Karuizawa Megumi joined the club last month.

However, when it came to her, Shimizu Akira suddenly remembered that tomorrow was Friday, the day the protection contract they had agreed upon would officially expire.

I wonder if she has accumulated enough points yet.

In a sense, since she had already joined the boxing club and had so many protective seniors around, there was no need for her to rely on him for protection anymore.

Chapter 132: 130 Long Yuanxiang: The report of overturning the exam paper is debatable.

“Brother Ryuen, here’s what happened—we’re afraid we can’t do anything to the students in Class 1-B anymore.” Ishizaki Daichi stood in front of Ryuen Sho with his hands hanging down, his tone tinged with frustration, as he recounted his experience in the cafeteria.

After listening, Ryuen Sho looked up at Yamada Albert beside him and asked, "Yamada, according to Ishizaki, the man who came out was the captain of the boxing club? You've been in the boxing club for so long, if you were to face him, do you have a chance of winning?"

Albert Yamada first nodded vigorously, as if to confirm that "it is the minister," and then quickly shook his head.

His Adam's apple bobbed. "The minister is... the runner-up in the National Boxing Championships... I... can't beat him."

The last few words were spoken slowly, but clearly enough—it was a strength that even he had to respect.

"National runner-up." He repeated slowly, drawing out the last syllable, as if weighing the weight of those words.

Ishizaki Daichi stood beside him, even his breathing became softer—he knew all too well what Ryuen Sho's appearance meant; the calmer he was, the more complicated his thoughts were.

Albert Yamada was still standing there. He had seen Sato a few times during boxing training, and Sato's punches were as fast as a gust of wind.

If it really came down to a fight, he wouldn't last five rounds.

"Understood." Long Yuanxiang suddenly smiled. "Since they are people we can't afford to offend for the time being, let's stop for now."

Ishizaki Daichi paused for a moment: "But Brother Ryuen, what about our plan targeting Class B..."

“Plans are rigid, but people are flexible.” Ryuen Sho slowly stood up, strolled to the window, and glanced at the students coming and going downstairs. His tone carried a hint of displeasure at being disrupted. “This time, I misjudged her—that woman Ichinose actually managed to get a third-year student to intervene. It seems her ‘smiling’ skills aren’t entirely useless. To drag a senior into this, she either went all out or truly knows how to win people over. Either way, it’s more troublesome than I thought.”

He suddenly remembered the exam paper that Sakayanagi Arisu had left behind at noon, and the special exam content she had mentioned.

Later, he went to the second grade to inquire and found that all the information was true.

(If I take out the recording of my conversation with the second-year students, along with that test paper as evidence, and then have some students strike to protest on the grounds of "unfair exam"—if things escalate to this point, the school will definitely be forced to revise the test paper due to public pressure, right?) This thought suddenly popped into my mind.

But he quickly calmed down—grading the test papers would do absolutely no good for Class C.

Even a fool could tell that this situation would be most advantageous for Class A and Class B.

Those guys already have good grades, so even if their papers are graded, they'll probably still pass without a problem.

But Class C and Class D are different; there might be several unqualified people who emerge from them.

He declared at the beginning of the semester that he would bring everyone in Class C into Class A. If someone falls behind because of grading the exam, it would be a slap in his own face.

As for studying—Albert Yamada's grades were passable, and he passed all his subjects; but Daichi Ishizaki, who was next to him, was a different story, still failing several subjects.

Expecting Ishizaki Daichi to calm down and study properly? It would be better to tell him not to waste his brain and just be a henchman.

At least throwing punches is more "valuable" and more efficient than reading books.

(That woman in Class B always plays the role of a "social butterfly," whether she's pretending or genuinely trying to be charming, she definitely wouldn't dare to tamper with the exam papers—she wouldn't risk her reputation.)

(That woman from Class A deliberately leaked the information to other classes. She must have guessed the possibility of being reported, but she didn't take action herself. She probably wanted to win over the people of other classes, so naturally she wouldn't report it herself.)

(Does she think I can't see it? At most, a class will only gain a little over thirty class points.)

(I was worried about the poor students in Class C, so I wouldn't do the election; Class D's grades were even worse than Class C's, so I definitely wouldn't do that either.)

Each class had its own concerns, and no one could actually report the problems with the exam papers.

However, from another perspective, this situation of "not being able to report" has become a "favorable" balance for all four classes - at least for now, no one will disrupt the existing stability by reporting the exam papers, and no one will bear additional risks because the exam papers have been changed.

But Long Yuanxiang could never truly treat that test paper as a backup plan.

Distrust seems to be ingrained in his bones—he is inherently skeptical of claims like "guarantees."

In his view, those who completely believe in the so-called "guaranteed return" are the real fools.

Who can guarantee that no one with a brain will suddenly reveal the truth about the exam paper?

Or perhaps the school actually prepared two sets of exam papers, A and B, and the one presented this time is not the final version?

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

Since he couldn't take action against Class B of Grade 1 for the time being, he decided not to do anything to interfere with other classes this month and to focus on building his own class.

This week is almost over, and there are only three weeks left until the midterm exams—the last week will have to be deducted from the actual exam time, so there aren't many days left for Class C to review.

"Starting today, everyone needs to settle down and stop thinking about going out and fooling around. Pay attention in class and thoroughly understand the exercises after class." He instructed Ishizaki, "I will take out the test papers in the last week. Even if it's tough, make sure everyone in the class memorizes the key points."

This is probably the safest and optimal solution for Class C so far.

Nowadays, rather than resorting to underhanded tactics to interfere with others, it's more important to hold onto your own resources.

In this month's special exam, the class can earn a maximum of 100 points.

Class C students must achieve a score of 90 or higher, otherwise they will easily fall behind other classes.

Of course, this does not mean that he has completely given up his plan to harass other classes—it is just temporarily shelved and will be carried out next month.

Next month is the monthly exam, but I don't expect there will be any special exams.

The best time to target other classes and reduce their points is in the third month.

If we can't touch Class B, aren't there still Class A and Class D to keep an eye on?

Instead of wasting energy on Class B, which is currently too difficult to tackle, it's better to turn our attention to easier targets – there will always be classes where he can find weaknesses.

However, the bad news is that the other four classes probably all know about the exam papers.

His only concern now is whether these people will think they have a guaranteed minimum standard and therefore lose all motivation to study.

Fortunately, even though he used violence to suppress Class C, everyone was still forced to obey his orders.

Other classes, especially Class D, might not be so obedient.

Chapter 133: 131 Is Ichinose going to go on a date with someone from the boxing club?

The classroom of Class B, Grade 1 at 6 PM.

All the students were still sitting in their seats, their eyes all fixed on Ichinose Honami in front of the podium.

Ichinose said in a light voice, "I have some good news to share—the harassment from Class C in the first year has been completely resolved."

Seeing that some people were quietly relieved, she added, "So everyone can go to the cafeteria to eat without worrying about anyone following you or deliberately causing trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low cheer erupted in the classroom.

The girls in the front row bumped arms with each other, and a few boys in the back row started laughing and talking – their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense for days, finally settled down with these few words.

"Ichinose-san is amazing!" Chihiro Shiranami in the front row exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "I feel so safe with you around!"

"Honestly, our class really can't do without Ichinose-san these days." The girl next to her nodded in agreement. "We've been on tenterhooks all the time, but now we can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"That's right! Now we can finally have dinner in peace without worrying about being followed."

These days, most of the students in Class 1B are actually not having a very comfortable time.

Although the harassment from Class C didn't actually go through—they just kept a watchful eye on things from a distance without doing anything out of line—this blatant surveillance was enough to make anyone feel uneasy.

On the way to the cafeteria, I would be followed, and when I returned to the dormitory, I would still be seen behind me. Sometimes, as soon as I opened the door, I would see people from Class C standing at the door.

That pervasive sense of oppression felt like a damp rag stuck in my heart.

So some students simply stopped going to the cafeteria altogether and instead bought dumplings and bread from the convenience store in the morning, then just ate a simple meal in the classroom at noon.

Of course, if you only rely on bread and rice balls to fill your stomach all day, you will definitely not get enough nutrition, and it will not be good for your health in the long run.

So when Honami Ichinose said, "The problem is solved," the feeling of relief almost overflowed the classroom.

Therefore, the vast majority of students visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone reached out and pulled back the curtains—you see, the students in Class C loved to peek this way even during breaks, making everyone afraid to open the windows often.

The moment the sunlight streamed into the classroom, it felt like we could finally get a proper look at the sun.

"How did Ichinose-san solve it?" Shibata Hayate looked at the figure on the podium and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Honami Ichinose replied with a smile, "Actually, I know some seniors from the boxing club, and they helped me resolve this."

"The boxing club?!" Someone exclaimed, their eyes widening in surprise. "Isn't that all boys?"

Why would they be willing to help us?

"Ichinose-san, you weren't wronged, were you?"

Many people in the class had a change in expression.