"Senpaku, I am Sakamoto. What brings you here?"

He looked at Sakayanagi, his gaze sharp.

"Sakayanagi-san, do you promise?"

Sakayanagi smiled slightly and nodded gracefully.

"Of course, Professor Sakagami. With both of you as witnesses, I guarantee the authenticity and value of the information."

Long Yuan suppressed his rage and maintained a forced calm in front of his teacher, nodding in acceptance of the blackmail.

He knew Sakayanagi had done it on purpose! This woman had not only tricked him with the recording, but now she had ripped him off with intelligence! 100 million points!

One-quarter of the points of all students in Class C!

But he had no choice.

If they don't know the rules, Class C could very well have all their points deducted next month.

Now that they have the intelligence, Class C has the potential to gain an advantage in the first month, or even surpass Class B!

These 100 million points are the ticket for Class C to climb up and surpass Class B!

In the long run, this investment has been worthwhile!

"Boss of Longyuan,"

A boy in the front row couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"25000 points...that's way too much..."

Long Yuan's icy gaze swept over him instantly, like a tangible blade, silencing the boy and turning his face deathly pale.

"many?"

Long Yuan's voice was as cold as ice, yet it carried an unprecedented persuasiveness.

"If I hadn't come up with a way to get this valuable information from Sakagami-sensei and even managed to cut the price down to 100 million points, how many points would you have left next month? You might even have fallen straight into Class D!"

He tied his intelligence sources to official channels and portrayed himself as the leader who negotiated with the teacher to secure the best possible conditions for the entire class.

This is the statement he and the homeroom teacher agreed upon. If it were said that the information was purchased from students in Class A, it might have a negative impact.

"With this intelligence,"

Long Yuan's voice rose a few decibels, carrying an undeniable confidence.

"We can avoid all the penalty traps, develop strategies, and maintain our class points! In the first month, we can steadily suppress Class B! We might even challenge Class A! 25000 points, buying a month's lead, is that a lot?!"

After hearing Long Yuan's words, the students in the audience showed some resentment, which was replaced by a complex emotion—shock, lingering fear, and awe of Long Yuan's courage.

Although his methods were forceful, it seemed that he was genuinely thinking about Class C.

Albert Yamada silently completed the task and handed the phone to Ryuen.

Long Yuan took the phone, looked at the string of numbers, and a shadow of gloom flashed deep in his eyes.

Sakayanagi... I, Ryuen, have noted down those 100 million points! I'll make you cough them up with interest sooner or later!

He put away his phone, his gaze sharpening once more like the edge of a tempered blade.

The intelligence is in hand, the price has been paid, and the initial integration of Class C is complete. Now, it's time to get down to business!

His goal has always been Sakamoto from Class A!

That guy who made him lose face in the cafeteria, and whom Sakayanagi said "needs to target"!

Sakayanagi wanted to use him to test Sakamoto's true colors.

Hmph, Long Yuanxiang is not a pawn to be manipulated!

He wanted to take the initiative, tear away Sakamoto's elegant and composed facade, and see what was hidden inside!

But he alone is probably not enough to face the unfathomable Sakamoto.

He needs helpers and advisors.

Long Yuan's gaze swept across the audience once more.

Those thugs who only know how to fight? No good, fists are useless against someone like Sakamoto.

Those loud and boisterous young women? They're even worse; they'll only cause trouble.

His gaze finally settled on a figure in the corner of the classroom by the window.

Shiina Hiyori.

She sat there quietly, seemingly out of place with the surrounding noise.

Her long, smooth silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like moonlight, with a few strands obscuring half of her fair face.

She lowered her head slightly, her gaze fixed intently on a thick mystery novel open on the table, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edges of the pages. Her violet eyes were calm as water, radiating an almost transparent indifference that contrasted sharply with the restless atmosphere around her.

Longyuan remembers her.

On the first day of school, she quietly read her books and rarely interacted with others.

But on a few occasions, he noticed her observing the people and things around her, her eyes filled with an almost detached scrutiny and analysis. That focus and composure were completely different from the other students in Class C.

This guy might be interesting.

Longyuan no longer hesitated.

He strode down from the podium and walked straight toward Shiina Hiyori's seat.

His footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet classroom, attracting everyone's attention.

Hiyori Shiina seemed to be immersed in the world of the book until Ryuen's tall figure shrouded the light in front of her desk, at which point she slowly raised her head.

Her violet eyes looked calmly at Long Yuan, without panic or curiosity, as if she had long expected him to come.

Long Yuan stopped in front of her desk, looking down at her.

He didn't speak, but stared at her intently with his sinister eyes, which conveyed a sense of oppression.

Hiyori Shiina closed the mystery novel in her hands with gentle, fluid movements. She tilted her head slightly to meet Ryuen's scrutinizing gaze, her purple eyes remaining calm and undisturbed.

"Longyuan classmate,"

Her voice was soft and ethereal, like a feather brushing against the wind.

"What's up?"

Ryuen's lips curled into a cold smile. He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the edge of Shiina Hiyori's desk, his body looming forward, and a powerful sense of oppression descended upon him as if it were a tangible force.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, and his voice was deep and direct:

"Hey, Hiyori."

He deliberately called her by her name, with an undeniable sense of control.

"What do you know about Sakamoto from Class A?"

PS: I plan to update twice a day from now on, and I will write more than 10 words within this month.

If you have any complaints about the plot, character design, or writing style, please feel free to point them out, and I will make changes within acceptable limits.

Thank you for your support.

First Year Enrollment: Chapter 021: Shiina and Sakamoto

On the morning of the third day of school, in the classroom of Class C, Grade 1.

Hiyori Shiina sat quietly in the corner by the window, like a solitary island amidst the clamor of the waves.

She lowered her head slightly, her long silver hair falling like moonlight, a few strands obscuring half of her fair cheeks.

Her violet eyes were lowered, her gaze fixed intently on a thick mystery novel lying open on the table. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the edges of the pages, seemingly more captivated by the reality before her.

On the podium, Long Yuanxiang's deep and authoritative voice, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, broke the silence of the classroom and forcibly pulled her thoughts back from the fog of Los Angeles.

"...Class points...Daily behavior assessment...Ranking determines resources..."

Ryuen announced the core rules of the "Class Points" system and his decision to become the sole leader of Class C.

His voice carried an undeniable air of control, and his sinister gaze swept across the audience like a cold searchlight.

Shiina Hiyori's gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book, but Ryuen's words, like a precise recording pen, were etched into her mind without missing a single one.

Are daily behaviors evaluated as points? Does the difference in class points determine class ranking and resource allocation?

A faint hint of understanding flashed in the depths of her purple eyes.

This "merit-first" university indeed has a unique set of rules that closely link individual behavior with collective honor and disgrace.

But she had no interest in the rivalry between classes.

Whether it's Class A or Class D, in her eyes, they are just different states under the operating rules of this special school.

Ryuen-kun—that guy standing on the podium, exuding a violent aura, seemingly only believing in fists. He actually managed to come up with the idea of ​​buying information about these rules with points?

This surprised Hiyori Shiina a little.

She slightly raised her eyes, her purple pupils glancing through the gaps in her falling silver hair at the tall figure on the podium.

He was asserting his dominance over Class C in an almost tyrannical manner, as if he wanted to crush all those who dared to disobey.

Violence and cunning seem to coexist in this person in a peculiar way.

A thought flickered in Shiina Hiyori's mind.

Now that he has chosen strategy, he will inevitably need helpers if he wants to implement more complex plans.

Among the people in Class C, those who can be considered to have some brains—

Her gaze unconsciously swept over her surroundings—a few thugs who only knew how to shout and fight, a few young women with empty eyes… Finally, her gaze returned to the detective novel she had spread out.

—I'm afraid I'm the only one left.

Longyuan will probably come looking for me, right?

The thought had just surfaced in her mind—

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression, and stopped in front of her desk.

The light was completely blocked by a tall figure.

A shadow descended, engulfing her and the book in front of her.

Hiyori Shiina slowly raised her head.

Long Yuanxiang was standing in front of her desk, looking down at her.

Shiina Hiyori's expression remained unchanged.

She closed the novel in her hands with gentle, fluid movements, as if she were simply closing an ordinary notebook.

Her violet eyes calmly met Long Yuan's scrutinizing gaze.

"Longyuan classmate,"

Her voice was soft and ethereal, like a feather brushing against the wind.

"What's up?"

Long Yuan stared into her calm purple eyes, as if trying to see through the calm facade and understand her true thoughts.

"Hey, Hiyori."

"What do you know about Sakamoto from Class A?"

Shiina Hiyori's heart skipped a beat almost imperceptibly the moment she heard the name "Sakamoto".

Sakamoto?

Sakamoto from Class A?

The dark-haired boy in the library who, with an unbelievable elegance, took down "Goodbye My Love" and discussed Philip Marlowe's loneliness and perseverance with her, his eyes calm as if he knew everything.

What does Longyuan want with him?

An extremely subtle emotion, one that she herself had not anticipated, rippled across the calm lake of her heart.

Is it an instinctive protective instinct?

Or rather, is it a bias towards her first "book friend" who seems to understand her world of reasoning?