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

His phone showed 11:30, and his stomach promptly began to rumble in protest.

"Let's go eat."

Shimizu Akira deftly put on his uniform trousers, tied his shoelaces, and closed the dormitory door behind him.

The early summer breeze, carrying the chirping of cicadas, drifted in through the window at the end of the corridor.

This noon, he decided to go to the cafeteria to take a look.

After all, it's the first day of school, and you still have plenty of points, so there's no need to agonize over whether to choose rice balls or bread in front of the convenience store's refrigerated display case.

As a Chinese, Akira Shimizu could never adapt to the Japanese way of eating: bread for breakfast and rice balls for lunch.

He still prefers to eat steaming hot food—whether it's hot soup noodles or freshly cooked fried rice. Only when he eats that familiar hot food can he truly feel the satisfaction of "eating".

Pushing open the heavy glass door of the cafeteria, the overwhelming noise made Akira Shimizu pause in his steps.

The spacious room, with its high ceilings spanning nearly two floors, was much larger than he had imagined—neatly arranged light-colored dining tables stretched out into the distance like a chessboard, roughly estimating that it could accommodate at least four or five hundred people.

He recalled the data in the enrollment handbook: four classes per grade, forty students per class, totaling 480 students across the three grades.

The line for food was still very long, and Shimizu Akira noticed a window in the corner that offered free meals.

This time, there was no sign at the window saying "limited to three purchases per person"—after all, the school can't let students without points actually go hungry.

In stark contrast to the crowded payment windows, there were only a few older students at the free payment windows.

Shimizu Akira thought to himself: Those who end up eating free meals right at the start of the semester are probably seniors from Class D.

Just then, a striking red-haired boy caught his attention.

The man, with his flamboyant long hair, walked to the free window and stood in front of the two senior male students, pointing to the upstairs restaurant and saying something.

(I remember he was a classmate in Class C.)

When the entrance ceremony began, the other person was standing at the very front of Class C's line, so Shimizu Akira recognized him instantly.

He looked around again and spotted another familiar face from Class B.

Like the red-haired boy, the other person was also a student standing at the front of the class.

The pink-haired beauty was talking with several upperclassmen.

Despite wearing the same school uniform as everyone else, she inexplicably exuded a subtle sexiness—perhaps it was the slender collarbone revealed when the neckline was slightly open, or perhaps it was the leg lines that were faintly visible under the skirt.

Akira Shimizu narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the scene without making a sound.

(Have the students in Class C and Class B also started gathering information from their upperclassmen?)

(It seems there are quite a few far-sighted individuals in other classes as well...)

Chapter 15: 015 Today's information has been updated: Karuizawa Megumi is looking for a "fake boyfriend".

After finishing his lunch, Akira Shimizu went to the supermarket again.

He noticed this while taking the bus this morning—the students around him, like him, were all traveling light, carrying at most a shoulder bag, and no one was dragging a heavy suitcase.

The school's notice simply stated that daily necessities could be purchased at supermarkets, but the students had many other considerations.

So he spent the whole afternoon doing a big shopping spree at the supermarket.

From slippers, toothpaste, and toothbrushes to bed sheets and blankets, from water heaters and power strips to toilet paper, and so on.

As Akira Shimizu browsed the shelves, he was surprised to find that the supermarket was displaying a lot of high-priced items—the latest handheld game consoles and high-spec laptops, all arranged in a special area.

The price tags, however, are staggering, with the cheapest starting at 50,000 points.

He rubbed his phone in his pocket, but ultimately didn't scan the code to buy anything.

Despite having a considerable amount of points in the account, if one squanders them on the first day of school, it's hard to guarantee that they won't run out of money by the end of the month.

Moreover, being in Class D is like a Damocles' sword hanging over one's head—who knows if they'll even receive points next month?

If luck is not on your side, you might have to live a life of financial hardship for the next three years.

Although I carefully selected various affordable items, little by little, it added up.

When it came time to pay, Akira Shimizu was still stung by the amount displayed on the terminal – a full five thousand points. Adding the one thousand spent on lunch, his account balance plummeted from 235000 to 229000.

Silent all night.

...

The next day.

At 5:30 a.m. sharp, Akira Shimizu opened his eyes.

He rolled out of bed without a moment's hesitation, changed into loose-fitting sportswear, and began his routine morning exercise.

First came fifteen minutes of systematic stretching—every movement was precise and accurate, and the joints made a slight cracking sound.

After warming up, the real training officially begins.

100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats—this basic training routine is as natural as breathing for him.

He had completed three sets by the time sweat dripped down his chin onto the floor.

At 6:30, Akira Shimizu pushed open the door and came to the school playground.

After adjusting his breathing, he began to run at a steady pace.

He maintained a steady pace for the first eight laps, and his breathing remained perfectly normal.

On the ninth lap, he suddenly accelerated, and on the last lap, he sprinted with all his might.

Today's 10km run time was 39 minutes and 34 seconds.

......

The moment Akira Shimizu arrived at his seat, the familiar notification sound rang in his mind right on time.

[Ding~ Today's information has been updated]

[Intelligence 1: Yamamura XX from Class D in the second year urgently needs a large number of personal points. She is willing to exchange 30,000 points from the new students by using some of the rules of the S system (the final minimum is 10,000 points).]

[Information 2: Ichinose Honami from Class 1-B – After only one day of school, her contact list already has over 100 friends, including many upperclassmen.]

[Information 3: First-year student Kei Karuizawa from Class D is looking for a "fake boyfriend" to act as her protector.]

Akira Shimizu was slightly taken aback; the classroom clock was stopped exactly at eight o'clock.

—This intelligence system is more punctual than an alarm clock.

The first piece of information was what concerned him the most.

The seniors in Class D of the second grade actually want to use the "rules of the S system" to exchange for points?

This deal itself is quite intriguing.

On the second day of school, although Akira Shimizu had figured out the two rules of the class grading system and the unequal distribution of monthly points, the most crucial S system evaluation criteria were still shrouded in mystery.

It's like playing a game where you can't see your opponent's moves.

(Evaluation criteria...for students, the most intuitive one should be exam scores.)

(If I'm not mistaken, Horikita's grades must be very good.)

His gaze unconsciously drifted to Horikita Suzune sitting next to him.

As usual, the girl was engrossed in the book "Crime and Punishment," her long, black hair falling onto the pages.

"I told you not to look at me so much... Raskolnikov."

The sound of the pages suddenly closing brought Akira Shimizu back to his senses.

Horikita was staring at him with her cool, clear eyes.

Raskolnikov?

Akira Shimizu's pupils dilated slightly. This sudden literary reference caught him off guard—the protagonist in "Crime and Punishment" struggling with a moral dilemma?

The memory of the classic novels she crammed to pursue a girl in the literature department during her university years is still being attacked by him.

Those nights spent studying Dostoevsky have now come in handy in this unexpected situation.

"I don't think I've committed murder yet," he casually replied.

Horikita's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

This subtle change in expression made Shimizu fully aware that he had successfully caught up with this unexpected literary code duel.

"...It'll be soon! I think the deceased is most likely Haruki Yamauchi," Horikita interjected coldly.

Akira Shimizu suddenly realized that the other party was alluding to the incident where he attacked Haruki Yamauchi during the opening ceremony.

Using the word "deceased" to describe a classmate shows how ruthless this student's sharp tongue truly is.

"He said you're thin." Shimizu Akira suddenly added casually, as if he had just remembered something.

Horikita Suzune's body stiffened instantly, her fair cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, and her usually calm and composed eyes were now burning with the flames of shame and anger.

She stood up abruptly, walked briskly to Haruki Yamauchi, looked down at him, and spoke in a voice so cold it seemed to freeze the air:

"Yamachi-kun, watch your mouth from now on. Otherwise—I will show no mercy and punish you with force."

She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, word by word:

"If there's a next time, I'll make sure you can't hold chopsticks in your left hand for three months."

Haruki Yamauchi's body stiffened visibly for a moment, his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to explain, but when he looked up and met the girl's icy eyes, all his words caught in his throat.

In the end, he just lowered his head dejectedly, shrinking back like a defeated dog drenched in rain.

Not far away, Shimizu Akira blinked, a subtle expression appearing on his face—wait, wasn't that the line he just used at the entrance ceremony yesterday?

The two were quite in sync; when faced with those tactless provocateurs, they were too lazy to waste words and would simply use their fists to shut them up.

"Horikita-kun, if Haruki Yamauchi were to actually die someday, you would definitely be the prime suspect."

"Wrong. Based on Shimizu's 'brilliant performance' at yesterday's entrance ceremony, the police will only suspect you first."

Chapter 16: 016 Horikita Suzune is still completely unaware of the rules.

"Horikita-kun, how did you do on your entrance exam?" Shimizu Akira changed the subject and got to the point.

Horikita Suzune slightly raised her chin, her tone brimming with undeniable confidence: "At least top five in the entire grade."

"Oh?" Shimizu Akira raised an eyebrow.

It's unlikely that Suzune Horikita is lying.

This answer further convinced him that the criteria for class placement were not solely based on academic performance.

Given this, it is reasonable to assume that the school's point system is likely far more complex than it appears on the surface.

"What do you think of this class division system?" Akira Shimizu suddenly asked a seemingly casual question.

Horikita Suzune paused slightly, her fingertips lightly tapping the table: "...It's just random assignment."

Her gaze unconsciously swept across the classroom—given Shimizu Akira's intelligence, his grades were clearly no less than hers, not to mention that there were outstanding students like Hirata Yosuke in the class.

In Horikita's mind, Class D was quite strong.

"Horikita-kun," Shimizu Akira suddenly asked, "besides me and Ayanokouji-kun over there, have you really spoken to anyone else these past two days? Like, students from Class B, Class C... or even Class A?"

His gaze swept across the classroom meaningfully, finally landing on Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, who was standing to the side.

Surprisingly, this reserved man nodded somewhat awkwardly in their direction.

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow—in his mind, this classmate shouldn't be the type to be so easily embarrassed.

However, out of politeness, he returned a friendly nod.

Ayanokouji's tone carried a subtle sense of detachment, "Aside from that question yesterday, Horikita and I have basically not spoken..."

Horikita Suzune's answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation: "...I have no interest in making friends."

Akira Shimizu almost blurted out the second half of her sentence—"If any of you are aliens, time travelers, or superpowered individuals, feel free to come find me." The thought made him laugh at himself, since the icy girl in front of him seemed completely unrelated to the vibrant Haruhi Suzumiya.

(But then again...)

Even if someone is socially averse, a typical high school student should at least have one or two friends they can talk to.

Being completely alone like this is a bit too much...

"Does that mean you've only spoken to me these past two days?" Shimizu Akira suddenly realized this fact, and a hint of surprise unconsciously showed in his tone.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's gaze shifted between the two for a moment, then he said expressionlessly, "Horikitaki-san and Shimizu-san seemed to be enjoying their conversation."