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

"I never intended to report you from the beginning; on the contrary, I came here to give you a share of the profits." The other person suddenly chuckled and yanked open their shoulder bag—

Bang! Bang!

A dozen or so cans of beer rolled onto the ground.

"Thanks to you, I made a small fortune—a total of 100,000 points." He shrugged. "I don't drink, here, it's all yours. You seem to like beer."

"...Huh?!" Kamuro Masumi stared wide-eyed at the pile of beer on the ground, her mind momentarily blank.

(They didn't report me... and even gave me beer? Bonuses? What did I do?! I earned 100,000 points, which idiot would lose to this guy?!)

The other person turned to leave, but suddenly stopped, raised their hand and waved it—

"Let me give you a little tutoring while I'm at it."

"First of all, I already bought those beers you took, so it doesn't constitute theft at all."

"Secondly, you can use points to buy anything at school; you can directly buy this theft from the school."

"Third, you can directly bribe witnesses with points, or buy the convenience store's video footage. In short, there are many ways to solve the problem... Don't give others any leverage against you."

Masumi Kamuro stood frozen in place, the beer can in her hand making a slight metallic cracking sound from being gripped too tightly.

(Why did he specifically tell me about these loopholes?)

(Not only did he not report it, but he also gave me beer...and even helped me avoid the consequences of theft...he's such a nice guy!)

As she watched the other person's retreating figure, an absurd thought suddenly flashed through her mind—

"Wait... he wouldn't be..."

Chapter 13: 013 Chabashira Sae's Sudden Concern

(Are not all the students in Class A as smart as Sakayanagi after all?)

(A student with a prior theft conviction gets into Class A, while a top student like Horikita is in Class D... I'm increasingly confused about this school.)

Does that mean the people who assign classes don't care about middle school students' past mistakes at all?!

However, it seems that it's not a good thing that Kamuro was assigned to Class A.

When he parted ways with Sakayanagi Arisu earlier, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the way she looked at Kamuro Masumi.

That gaze was like that of someone who had spotted some kind of prey, carrying a playful and cold interest.

This meticulous and beautiful girl has already regarded Masumi Kamuro as the perfect henchman.

Upon closer reflection, if it weren't for his timely intervention, Masumi Kamuro would probably have already become a complete plaything in Arisu Sakayanagi's hands due to the beer theft.

He casually handed her the beer he had just taken from the shelf, and then offered her a few seemingly unintentional words of advice.

Tell the other person to be careful, lest they be tricked by some bad woman or something.

The other party should understand what he means.

After all, they are students in Class A, so their intelligence should be at least guaranteed.

perhaps.

......

Akira Shimizu went to the office again in the morning and had a private conversation with Sae Chabashira.

Chabashira explained to him the outcome of the previous report and transferred 50,000 personal points to his account.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, the implication was clear—it was hush money.

Akira Shimizu readily accepted the arrangement.

After all, his initial intention in reporting the incident was to test the limits of the school's rules and regulations through Chabashira Sae.

Now that the goal has been achieved, there is indeed no need to dwell on this matter any further.

Akira Shimizu returned 15000 points to the other party.

This includes the cost of the canned beer—less than 300 yen per can, for a total price of around 5,000 yen.

The other 10,000 points are the reward for running errands.

This time, I netted 85000 points.

With the additional 50000 points awarded, plus his original 100,000 points, Shimizu Akira currently has 235,000 points.

Chabashira Sae casually asked, "Who was the opponent you lost your bet with?"

"Arisu Sakayanagi from Class A," Akira Shimizu replied casually.

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that Chabashira Sae's expression was quite interesting.

A strange light flashed in her eyes—a complex emotion that mixed surprise, anticipation, and even a hint of excitement.

She parted her lips slightly, as if wanting to say something important, but in the end she only murmured softly, "Let's wait until a month later." These words seemed to be spoken to Shimizu Akira, yet also to herself.

As she was leaving, Chabashira Sae suddenly and unusually reminded her, "Use your personal points sparingly."

Her tone carried a rare hint of concern, a stark contrast to her usual cold demeanor.

Akira Shimizu silently sounded the alarm in his mind.

When a normally aloof person suddenly shows you kindness, there is bound to be a carefully calculated motive hidden behind that gentleness.

At this moment, however, he still couldn't see through the schemes hidden beneath that gentle mask.

Akira Shimizu shook his head, deciding to put these doubts aside for the time being.

Ultimately, Chabashira Sae is still the homeroom teacher of Class D.

Even if she had ulterior motives, she wouldn't do anything to harm her students—at least on the surface, the interests of the teacher and students were aligned.

......

The first thing new students do is check in.

When Akira Shimizu arrived at the first-year dormitory area following the map, the building in front of him made him pause – standing before him was a modern, high-end apartment building.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one can vaguely see the simple yet comfortable interior decor, which perfectly confirms the promise in the admissions handbook: all students will have a private room.

In his high school memories, the word "dormitory" is forever associated with eight-person rooms, cramped bunk beds, and an ever-insufficient number of lockers.

This was the first time in his life that he had his own room as a student.

I feel inexplicably a little excited.

Akira Shimizu stood in the check-in line.

Suddenly, I discovered that this apartment building was actually co-ed.

On the wall to the side, the “Student Dormitory Regulations” with white background and black lettering are neatly posted.

In the "Student Relationship Guidelines," the school neither explicitly prohibited relationships between the opposite sex nor set any restrictions. Instead, it simply stated in an ambiguous line: "Relationships that are incompatible with the status of high school students are prohibited."

(This sentence is practically a word game...)

Akira Shimizu muttered to himself.

What does "incompatible status" mean? Does it imply a ban on teacher-student relationships? Or does it mean it doesn't matter as long as it doesn't affect academic studies?

When his peripheral vision caught sight of the vending machine in the corner, it prominently displayed various sizes of condoms.

(I see... It's not prohibited, but safety must be taken into account? Does that mean as long as no one dies, it's fine?!)

He was soon in line to complete the formalities.

After confirming that he had been assigned to room 402, the meticulous Akira Shimizu specifically inquired about the water and electricity bills and rent.

"All accommodation expenses will be covered by the school, student," the staff member explained kindly. "Just be careful not to overspend."

This answer left Akira Shimizu speechless—the dormitory conditions were ridiculously good.

On second thought, perhaps this is a carefully designed safeguard by the school: even if a student runs out of monthly points, at least basic accommodation needs can be guaranteed.

Akira Shimizu thoughtfully stroked the access card in his hand, then suddenly asked as if he had just thought of something, "Excuse me, is there only one of these access cards? What if it's lost...?"

The staff member gently adjusted his glasses and explained in a gentle tone, "The standard configuration does indeed only include one primary card. However..." He paused deliberately, "...as long as relevant proof is presented, a supplementary card can be issued for specific individuals."

Noticing Akira Shimizu's slightly surprised expression, the staff member smiled understandingly: "Whether it's a close friend or a lover, anyone can apply as long as both parties agree." He added meaningfully, "Of course, all of this must be based on complete voluntariness."

"I see, thank you for the explanation." Shimizu Akira nodded politely.

Although his current situation prevents him from using the service for the time being, he was still quite surprised by the school's enlightened management approach.

I don't know what the relevant criteria are. It's not like any girl can just openly get a key card or something just because she says she's his girlfriend.

Chapter 14: 014 An unexpected encounter with the introverted and withdrawn Kiyotaka Ayanokouji

Just as Akira Shimizu was about to place his door card close to the sensor on the door of room 402, the door to room 401 next door suddenly slid open silently.

A boy with short brown hair walked out expressionlessly, and the two looked at each other in the narrow corridor.

Akira Shimizu immediately recognized him as his classmate Kiyotaka Ayanokouji.

The boy who was unusually clumsy during his self-introduction, and whose "introverted personality was worrying," at least that's how Ike Kanji introduced him.

Ayanokouji's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, showing neither surprise at unexpectedly running into a classmate nor any intention to greet them.

Akira Shimizu paused slightly in his hand holding the access card.

The aura emanating from the boy in front of me was less like introversion and more like an unfathomable restraint.

Like an undercurrent surging beneath a calm sea, it appears undisturbed on the surface but instills an instinctive sense of danger.

Introversion and introversion may sound similar, but they have completely different meanings.

Introversion is being afraid to express oneself, while introversion is choosing not to express oneself.

The student in front of me is clearly the latter.

(This Ayanokouji-san... doesn't seem so simple after all. Could it be that the other students in Class D are all untalented?)

In the brief moment he was lost in thought, Ayanokouji had already walked towards the elevator with precise, almost mechanical steps.

Akira Shimizu eventually looked away.

After all, the two are classmates, separated only by Horikita Suzune, so they will have opportunities to talk in the future.

Akira Shimizu turned his head and gently closed the door. With a soft "click," he officially stepped into the place that was about to become his private space.

Looking around, sunlight streams through the bright windows, the separate bathroom is clean and tidy, and the air conditioner hangs quietly on the wall.

The accommodations were much better than he had expected.

Akira Shimizu's gaze was drawn to the landline phone on the bedside table.

With a touch of curiosity, he opened the dormitory regulations handbook distributed by the front desk.

His gaze quickly swept over the garbage sorting schedule and daily rules, finally settling on a special note:

"You can contact the front desk directly from the landline in each room. In case of emergency, you can contact your classmates."

This discovery made his eyes widen slightly.

In an emergency? Does it mean you can't make a call because you don't have enough credit points to top up your phone credit?

If every room has the same landline, and the front desk has registered all students' information... this means that, given a valid reason, he could easily transfer to any classmate in the same grade through the front desk.

However, given Shimizu Akira's current social circle, this service is really not very useful—he can count the number of classmates he knows on one hand.

(I feel like I'll need it someday...)

He quietly kept this discovery in mind.

The weather in April already carried the heat of early summer, and Shimizu Akira felt a thin layer of sweat seeping out from his back.

Despite the unbearable heat in the dormitory, adhering to the principle of not turning on the air conditioner when exercising like One-Punch Man, he decided to take a cold shower.

A dozen minutes later, after a quick shower, Akira Shimizu stood in the steamy bathroom, casually wiping away the water droplets on the mirror.

In the rising steam, his young body was faintly visible—his six-pack abs were clearly defined, but not overly exaggerated, a typical East Asian physique.

Unlike the imposing, blocky muscles of European and American fitness enthusiasts, his physique is more like that of a streamlined cheetah, with every muscle exuding a refined beauty.

As the steam in the bathroom gradually dissipated, he dried himself off.

He had already finished his morning workout and had just taken a shower, so he didn't plan to start training again today.

Akira Shimizu put on another loose T-shirt and casually tossed his old school uniform into the laundry basket.

I picked up a broom and quickly swept the floor; the sunlight outside the window had become scorching.