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

At this point, her expression inexplicably darkened, as if she had touched upon some unpleasant memory.

"I really didn't lie to you." She emphasized again, her eyes filled with rare sincerity. "Since the founding of this school, no D class has ever been able to successfully advance to A class. As for the fate of D class graduates... you should be able to guess without me saying it. Shimizu, I sincerely want to tell you that there is no future for you if you stay in D class."

Akira Shimizu was genuinely surprised this time.

He could tell that Hoshinomiya Chie wasn't entirely lying—the student council president had mentioned to him before that no one from Class D had ever successfully advanced to Class A. As for her status as a graduate, last week's information clearly stated that Chabashira Sae was a classmate of hers in Class D during her first year, and since the other person was her high school best friend, she must have also been in Class D.

To be fair, the other person's tone and expression at that moment did indeed seem to genuinely care about him.

But there's an old saying in China: "If you want to take something, you must first give something."

The other party has laid so much groundwork; they wouldn't be so kind to me for no reason.

"So, what Hoshinomiya-sensei means is... that she wants me to join Class A?" He followed the other person's logic and tentatively offered an answer.

"Oh dear, getting into Class A isn't that easy." Hoshinomiya Chie's serious expression suddenly vanished, and she gave him a reproachful glance, her tone returning to its usual lightheartedness, "Shimizu, you little idiot, what are you thinking about?"

She flashed that nonchalant smile again.

Only she knew that she had just breathed a sigh of relief—it seemed that the other party had taken the bait.

After all, she was telling the truth.

The other party had no reason not to believe it.

As for the time when she and Chabashira Sae worked together to lead Class D to victory, just one step away from Class A—she naturally wouldn't mention it.

She's not stupid; why would she blatantly tell the other person that Class D actually has a chance to be promoted to Class A?

However, to be fair, they really were just one step away back then.

The thought of the outrageous things Chabashira Sae had done back then made her stomach ache, and even the guilt she felt for abducting the other party's student dissipated.

(This is all rightfully Chaba Sakae's!)

She snorted inwardly, her face still bearing a smile, but a faint hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

“But, Shimizu, you’ve hit the jackpot.” Hoshinomiya Chie suddenly took a step closer, her voice filled with a joyful laugh. “I think you’re handsome and you’re quite to my Ichinose’s liking—so it’s not impossible for me to save you a spot in Class B.”

She uttered those words with a grin, her tone carrying a hint of smug satisfaction.

All that heartfelt prelude, all those reflections on the plight of Class D, were ultimately just a prelude.

That was her real purpose.

Chapter 162: 159 If you behave well, Ichinose will go on a date with you.

Joining Class B sounds like a pretty good option.

Akira Shimizu had considered that if he really couldn't stay in Class D, Class B might be the best option among the remaining three classes—after all, Honami Ichinose was there.

With her in charge, students in Class B rarely faced the risk of dropping out.

You probably won't find another person as purely good as Ichinose in this school.

"I know what you're thinking about." Hoshinomiya Chie, noticing his thoughtful expression, immediately chimed in, "Are you worried that even if you get into Class B, you might not be able to get into Class A? But think about it, Class A is unlikely to invite a classmate from Class D like you to join. On the contrary, Class B has the best chance of getting into Class A among the three classes—doesn't last month's class point rankings tell you a lot?"

She took a half step forward. "Joining Class B is better than wasting your time in Class D, right? Our class is known for its unity, so there will never be a situation like Class D where there's no leader. Our class monitor is elected by the students themselves. You know Ichinose, so you should know that everything I'm saying is true."

To be fair, Hoshinomiya Chie does have some merit.

Class A is, by all accounts, the most difficult class to get into.

Of the remaining three classes, B, C, and D, class B is undoubtedly the strongest in terms of overall strength—Ichinose Honami has indeed united the entire class into a force to be reckoned with.

"But Hoshinomiya-sensei," Shimizu Akira paused, then slowly posed the question, "why did you think of bringing me into Class B? Why not choose someone else?"

He naturally didn't believe the "winning the lottery" story; it sounded like a trick to fool children.

Class B is certainly good, but the problem is, even if the other party wants to recruit new people, why would they target a student from Class D?

Even if we don't try to win over the top students in Class A, the students in Class C are, in some ways, much better than those in Class D.

"Kishimizu is really suspicious." Hoshinomiya Chie chuckled. "The people in Class A are already at the top of the pyramid, and without special circumstances, they can't be won over at all. As for Class C... those people would only corrupt the atmosphere of our class."

She paused deliberately, looking directly at Akira Shimizu, her tone becoming serious: "There's a reason I chose you. Last month, you bought the rules that the school was deliberately hiding from an upperclassman, right? Don't pretend you didn't know, I've already asked the person involved."

(Have you already asked? Hoshinomiya Chie has already contacted that mountain village senior?)

(How did she know that I had asked the senior from the mountain village about that matter?)

Akira Shimizu suddenly remembered that it was Honami Ichinose who led the way to find Senior Yamamura. So, she probably learned about it from her own class representative.

Wait a minute—he suddenly remembered that strange phone call from Ichinose Honami last month.

She said in a strange tone that it was Shimizu Akira who secretly contacted Yamamura-senpai and asked her to provide information.

So, the "fool" who "does good deeds anonymously" is none other than Hoshinomiya Chie right in front of us.

The reason is actually not hard to guess.

The school rules explicitly prohibit teachers from directly interfering in class affairs; the best example is that Chabashira Sae was punished for appointing a vice class monitor.

Hoshinomiya Chie probably used Yamamura-senpai's words to make Ichinose misunderstand naturally—after all, Shimizu Akira was one of only two people who had met Yamamura-senpai, so he naturally became the candidate for "doing good deeds anonymously".

In this way, Akira Shimizu was unjustly blamed for being a good person.

"Of course, this is just reserving a spot for you right now." Hoshinomiya Chie smiled, her eyes crinkling, but her words carried a clear condition. "Your performance in the future will also depend on your performance—after all, transferring classes costs 2000 million points, and Class B will have to save up for a very long time. Besides, we have to convince Ichinose first, as my class president originally planned to use these points to save someone."

She leaned forward, her tone becoming more coaxing: "Anyway, Ichinose from our class will be in charge of handing this over to you. But don't think this is a done deal; it still depends on your performance... If you do well, maybe I can persuade her to use class funds to buy you out, or even ask her to go on a date with you. The same goes for the other girls."

The bell in the corridor suddenly rang; it was the tune of the preparatory bell.

Hoshinomiya Chie straightened up, lightly touched her lips with her fingertip, and winked at him: "Okay, let's go back to the classroom. Oh, and—you can't tell anyone else about this. I only told you; people in other classes don't get this kind of perk."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but chuckle twice as she turned around, like a child who had secretly hidden some candy.

The light footsteps faded into the distance along the corridor, mingling with the lingering sound of the preparatory bell, and gradually disappeared around the corner.

Akira Shimizu returned to the classroom, slowly sat down in his seat, and repeatedly pondered the other person's words.

At that moment, the abrupt reminder that Chabashira Sae had sent him that morning naturally came to mind—Shimizu-kun, if you encounter people from other classes approaching you for strange reasons, or... if someone offers to introduce you to so-called 'friends,' please be very vigilant.

Thinking about it this way, Chabashira Sae was probably referring to Hoshinomiya Chie at the time.

Chabashira Sae had long anticipated that Hoshinomiya Chie would come looking for her.

The problem is, how did she know?!

Did Hoshinomiya Chie tell her on her own initiative?

Telling someone to their face that they're going to poach their talent? Isn't that tantamount to openly trying to steal someone from another company?

He tried to put himself in Chabashira Sae's shoes and realized that if it were him, he would probably be furious.

The way these two best friends get along is really interesting. I wonder what happened in the past that led them to this point of loving and hating each other.

It really proves the saying, "When gods fight, mortals suffer."

With these two homeroom teachers causing such a scene, the students are likely to suffer a lot.

As for the conditions and benefits offered by Hoshinomiya Chie, Shimizu Akira just listened to them and didn't take them seriously.

The other party was clearly making empty promises to him—after all, it would take at least ten months for a class to accumulate 2000 million points.

There are many uncertainties during this period. If the class points completely collapse, let alone ten months, it may not be possible to raise the 2000 million even in the second year.

Even if he did save up enough, why would the other party spend money to "buy" him over?

He probably wanted to get something for nothing, so that he would be willing to do things for Class B later.

This is actually a calculated move: if you don't take it to heart, then you can let it go.

But if you take that to heart and actually believe they'll pull you into Class B, you probably won't be motivated to contribute to Class D anymore.

As for the line "I'm only telling you this, don't tell anyone else," it's an old, classic cliché.

It's obvious that this has been said to countless people, and the other party probably knows it perfectly well.

Chapter 163: 160 I'm feeling really down right now!

After school and dinner, Shimizu Akira received a message from Sato, the head of the boxing club, asking him to come to the club.

Thinking about it carefully, it really is time for me to show up at the department every week.

To be honest, he didn't know whether Karuizawa Kei had actually left the boxing club in the end.

When he arrived at the boxing club, he found that Karuizawa Kei had already arrived.

At that moment, she was carrying boxes of bottled water with two other female managers.

"Senior, let me do it! After all, I've taken several days off." Karuizawa Kei looked up at the girl beside her and reached out to take the box.

"Hehe, it's nothing." The female senior waved her hand with a smile, then seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Speaking of which, Karuizawa, why didn't you come last week? Were you not feeling well?"

"Well... actually, I was thinking of taking a break." Karuizawa Megumi's voice lowered a bit, with a hint of embarrassment.

“…Ah, I see.” The senior woman nodded as if she had just realized something, and then leaned closer. “But when you talk to the minister about this, you can just make up an excuse, like saying you’re on your period or something. He definitely won’t ask any more questions.”

"Uh... Actually, I already explained the real reason to the department head on Saturday," Karuizawa Kei replied somewhat helplessly.

"Is that so... You're such an honest and silly junior." Another female senior patted her on the shoulder with a smile.

"What are you staring at me for, Shimizu-kun?" Karuizawa Kei noticed Shimizu Akira at the door, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face, but she still spoke first.

"It's nothing." Shimizu Akira calmly withdrew his gaze.

He could tell that Karuizawa Kei had truly learned from the previous incident—not only had she explained the whole story to the club president in detail, but she had also made a special trip to the boxing club early today to help out.

Then, recalling the reason she had argued with someone last time, it was simply to stand up for Matsushita Chiaki.

From this perspective, her true nature is actually quite good.

He glanced at the ground and saw that there were still about a dozen boxes of mineral water left.

Judging from the current situation, it would take a long time for Karuizawa Megumi and the other two senior managers to move to the warehouse.

"Let me help, seniors." After thinking for a moment, Shimizu Akira realized that the boxing club was a good club, and these managers were all seniors, so he naturally stepped forward to lend a hand.

"Okay, thank you so much, Shimizu-kun." The female manager replied with a smile. In her opinion, it was only natural for fellow club members to lend a hand to each other.

"Alright, Karuizawa, just hand the box to Shimizu Akira."

“Okay, senpai. Um... give me your hand.” Karuizawa Megumi glanced at Shimizu Akira, then awkwardly moved closer to him.

As instructed, Akira Shimizu reached out his hand, and just as his palm touched the edge of the plastic, he heard Megumi Karuizawa mutter softly, "It's quite heavy."

Without saying a word, he used his arms to firmly support the box.

"Shimizu is quite strong," the female manager next to her joked.

"Two more cases, please." Shimizu Akira readily agreed, hugging the mineral water cases tightly with both hands so he could take a few more cases.

In his view, the weight of a box was negligible.

“…Never mind, seniors, you don’t need to do it. I can do it myself.” After thinking for a moment, Shimizu Akira simply stacked the boxes on top of each other, squatted down on the ground, and picked up three boxes of mineral water with one hand.

"This...this is too outrageous!" Karuizawa Kei stared wide-eyed, the box she was holding halfway in the air hanging in mid-air, forgetting where to hand it over.

The female manager was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and shook her head: "Shimizu's strength is just like the department head's, no wonder he thinks highly of you."

Without responding, Akira Shimizu steadily lifted the three boxes of water onto his arms as he stood up, the cardboard at the bottom of the boxes making a slight creaking sound.

He walked briskly towards the warehouse, his back taut with smooth lines, the fabric of his tracksuit stretched taut.

Just as I turned the corner of the corridor, I heard Karuizawa Megumi's footsteps behind me, along with the soft gasps of surprise she made with her seniors.

"Are you sure it's okay? Is it too heavy?" Her voice carried a hint of unease, as if she were afraid the box might suddenly fall apart and hit him.

He didn't turn around, but slowed down as he entered the warehouse.

After several trips back and forth like this, the ten boxes of water were finally neatly stacked in the corner of the warehouse.

Just as Shimizu Akina stood up, a towel was suddenly handed to him from behind.

"Wipe your sweat." Karuizawa Megumi's voice was right next to my ear, tinged with barely concealed unease. "Don't let your ease fool you, carrying those three boxes must be tiring—after all, they're three boxes! You're not just showing off, are you?"

"Thank you for the towel, Manager Karuizawa." Shimizu Akira thanked him, but before he could finish speaking, he was given a disapproving glare.

"I feel like you're deliberately making fun of me!"

"Besides! Who said I'm still the manager? Maybe after tonight, I'll be kicked out of the boxing club by the club president!" Karuizawa Kei's expression turned sour, and her tone was tinged with disappointment.

"You're really something, can't you say a good word for me! Of course... I'm not blaming you. Actually, didn't you help me carry the water just now? And I'm really grateful for what you said to me that day." She turned her face away and muttered a few more words under her breath.

"You've misunderstood... Well, not entirely. I actually helped carry the water because of those two senior managers." Shimizu Akira added another cold remark.

"I'm feeling really bad right now!" Karuizawa Megumi's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger and embarrassment.