A spirited young man?

As the air in the train carriage gradually froze, the people around them began to whisper to one another.

Zhuge Linghao curled his lips in a dragon-king-like smirk and slowly stood up, his messy black hair obscuring his trembling, slightly reddened eyes.

He summoned all his strength, planted his shaking feet, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he dropped to the floor right where he stood, rapidly performing push-ups—switching between one-handed push-ups, clapping push-ups, and more...

[System, you really weren't lying to me. I actually possess the Hercules skill.]

[I feel like I could do 100 in one go? Or maybe 250?]

Just as the people around him did their best to silently distance themselves from Zhuge Linghao, the "Beautiful Guy" combing his hair in the mirror—Koenji Rokusuke—casually shifted his posture, crossing his legs.

Remaining aloof, he saw through Zhuge Linghao's intentions at a glance and let out a snort of laughter: "Heh, as expected, only trash would be held hostage by morality~"

"Ah, a beautiful person like me wouldn't be foolish enough to give up my seat."

A commotion gradually broke out among the surrounding people, who looked on in confusion.

Horikita Suzune, who had put away her book, glanced down at Zhuge Linghao, who was frantically doing push-ups, and thought with disdain: Hmph, grandstanding!

The ordinary, inconspicuous Ayanokoji Kiyotaka couldn't help but narrow his eyes, though a ripple of thought stirred within him: This guy's upper-body strength might be on par with mine...

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..." After finishing his warm-up, Zhuge Linghao felt the veins on his forehead bulge. He deliberately mimicked the tone of a delinquent, casting a dead-eyed stare at Kushida Kikyo as he spoke harshly.

"Hey, lady, you're blocking the way..." Then, with everyone on the train—including the driver—as his witness, he proceeded directly with the task for Option C.

"Whoa, what is he doing? Is he a psycho? Is there something wrong with his head?"

"Don't just stand there, film it and upload it! We've got some entertainment!"

"Uh, uh, uh... No way, is this a new talent of the 21st century?"

[Ding... Detected 18 people in the carriage, generating 18 points of shock emotion. You have unlocked the Newbie Gift Pack. Do you wish to consume 5 emotion points to open it?]

[Damn, as expected of you, System. You even need emotion points to open a Newbie Gift Pack.]

[By the way, what exactly is this emotion point thing?]

[Emotion points are any emotions generated by those around you toward you.]

[For example, someone feeling angry at you, disgusted by you, or perhaps feeling regret, joy, anxiety, nervousness, shock, or happiness because of your words and actions.]

[Of course, emotion points can only be generated after triggering an option task, or during certain large-scale exams. Furthermore, within a single task or exam, each person can generate a maximum of one emotion point.]

[Then what are the conditions for triggering an option?]

[Ding... Please investigate that yourself, Host!]

[Let me think. Does it have to be high-profile behavior to trigger it? Or do I need someone to come over and slap my face?]

Just as Zhuge Linghao was lost in his wild thoughts, Kushida Kikyo, who had been tossed aside like a stray cat, rubbed her sore, rounded bottom. A deep, pitch-black glint appeared in her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it had come.

She acted very affectedly, screaming as if she had been terrified, and whimpered pitifully: "Oh my god, how could you do such a thing?"

"How can there be such a rude person? Right? Sir, please judge this for me!"

The "Beautiful Guy" who had been asked spoke to himself: "Heh, black-haired boy, your behavior isn't very gentlemanly."

The "Beautiful Guy" walked up to Zhuge Linghao and said, looking down at him: "Girls are the most precious treasure in this world, especially cute girls!"

"So, you must never do anything to hurt a girl, otherwise I can't guarantee what kind of terrifying actions I might take if I get serious."

"But, this matter has nothing to do with me. Let this be the last time, don't you agree? Black-haired Boy?"

After waiting for a long time, the System remained silent. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the tall and thin Zhuge Linghao decisively lowered his head at a 45-degree angle and pulled a submissive, trembling line into his mouth.

"Yes, that's right. I apologize for my behavior."

[Beautiful Guy, oh Beautiful Guy, once you find out the true face of this little angel later, you won't think that way anymore.]

[Have you ever seen a femme fatale? The cute girl right in front of you is one!]

The old man sitting on the bench chuckled instead: "Young man, you're not bad. You have a kind heart and know how to correct your mistakes. You have the demeanor I had back in the day~"

[Old man, you've got to be kidding. Any ordinary person seeing the bulging muscles on that blonde guy, how could they not be kind? How could they not play the ostrich?]

[I reckon if he punched me, I'd cough up blood and break a few ribs, right?]

[Play the coward first, then rise up later. No problem there. Heh heh.]

After getting off the train, watching the backs of the few big shots as they walked away, Zhuge Linghao took a deep breath of fresh air. "Ah, I'm alive! The world is truly beautiful!"

The beautiful girl with long, straight black hair, Horikita Suzune, suddenly stopped in her tracks. She looked back at the approaching Zhuge Linghao and said coldly: "Excuse me, which class are you in?"

Zhuge Linghao froze for a moment, thinking: No way, did I get your attention by being too high-profile?

And aren't you the cold, aloof type? Shouldn't you look down on "spirit boys" like me?

I deliberately acted like an idiot just to muddle through, and you're taking the initiative to talk to me? Don't tell me you've been possessed?

Zhuge Linghao avoided the piercing gaze of the sharp-eyed girl, fished out his student ID, and felt speechless: "Uh, I'm in Class 1-D."

"You're also in Class 1-D?"

"Hmph, listen well. My name is Horikita Suzune."

"Over the next three years, I will thoroughly correct your twisted outlook on life, values, and the world."

"A defective product should be properly sent back to the furnace to be remade."

The cold, melodic voice of Horikita Suzune rang out like an ice cellar.

Looking at Horikita Suzune, who had just dropped such a bombshell, Zhuge Linghao felt a vein throb on his forehead, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Oh my, as a former math teacher in my past life, am I actually being lectured by a student instead?

But Suzune, aren't you the one who needs to be corrected the most?

Remaining silent, Zhuge Linghao looked up at the azure sky and sighed, "Sigh, these three years are going to be tough."