Classroom of the Elite: After the Intel Refreshed, They All Want to Conquer Me! Chapter 1

Classroom of the Elite: After the Intelligence Refreshes, They All Want to Conquer Me! Author: Asagiri Kaito

Introduction

[Transmigration + Class D + Intelligence System]

Shimizu Akira accidentally transmigrated into the world of Classroom of the Elite, becoming an ordinary student in Class D.

[Ding! Daily Intelligence has been updated]

1: Kamuro Masumi of Class A will attempt to steal beer from the convenience store today.

2: Karuizawa Kei is looking for a "fake boyfriend" to act as a shield.

3: If you need to resolve physiological needs, knock on Hoshinomiya Chie's door three times at exactly 2:00 AM.

4: Tonight at 22:00, Kushida Kikyou will visit your dorm room under the guise of "asking a question," but in reality...

"Is this intelligence... reliable?"

Relying on the advantage of foresight, Shimizu Akira maneuvers between various factions:

Handing over key clues to Horikita Suzune when she needs them most.

Becoming the best candidate for Karuizawa Kei's "fake relationship."

Enjoying a battle of wits and romance with Sakayanagi Arisu.

"Why is their intelligence starting to get more and more strange?"

Volume One

001 Today's Intelligence: Kushida Kikyou is a person who wears a mask

"This is a priority seat..."

"I have absolutely no interest in contributing to society..."

Hearing two people start to argue over the issue of giving up a seat, Shimizu Akira, who was sitting in a seat by the exit, couldn't help but stand up and turn to the side to make space: "Grandma, please sit here."

"Thank you, young man."

Shimizu Akira nodded gently, lightly supporting the elderly woman's elbow with one hand before retreating to the pillar nearby.

A delicate scent of gardenia suddenly drifted closer.

When Shimizu Akira looked up, he was met with a pair of smiling eyes—the girl with light brown hair tips tilted her head slightly in the swaying train, her hair brushing against her shoulder.

Seeing that he had noticed her, the girl nodded ever so slightly, a dimple flashing at the corner of her lips.

"Classmate, thank you for your help just now."

Shimizu Akira shook his head gently, "It was just a small favor, don't worry about it."

"Thank you for contributing to society; you really helped me out a lot." The girl with short light brown hair had curved, smiling eyes, "My name is Kushida Kikyou, it's nice to meet you."

"My name is Shimizu Akira." The boy nodded slightly, "Hello, Kushida-san."

After the brief exchange, the carriage returned to silence.

Shimizu Akira's gaze lingered involuntarily on the tips of the girl's hair.

--It really is light brown hair!

On his second day in this world, he was still surprised by the colorful hair of the people around him.

Even though everyone had East Asian features, the pedestrians' hair colors were as brilliant as an overturned palette, and it was almost impossible to find two people with the same shade.

This was far too consistent with the style of an anime.

But apart from this small anomaly, everything here was heart-wrenchingly real.

The rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the temperature of the sunlight on his skin, and even the breeze brushing past his ears carried the scent of life.

After finishing overtime one day, he opened his eyes again to find he had returned to his 16-year-old self and arrived in this strange world.

At that time, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind: [Unique Main Quest: Complete your studies at the Advanced Nurturing High School].

(I must... successfully graduate... from the Advanced Nurturing High School?)

Following that came an ability called the "Daily Intelligence System"—every morning at eight o'clock, the system would refresh three brand-new pieces of intelligence.

In his previous life, Shimizu Akira was a fan of light novels, so he quickly understood that this was likely a cheat code to help him graduate smoothly.

'But why an intelligence system... and not some kind of study system? Or a genius system?' He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could it be that the difficulty of graduating from this high school isn't in the exams, but in other areas? What's so hard about graduating?"

Still, having something is better than having nothing.

Following the system's instructions, he lightly tapped his pinky finger three times; this was the intelligence the system had provided him after he transmigrated yesterday.

The next second, three lines of text glowing with a pale blue light appeared on his retina:

[Intelligence 1: On the opening day of Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, on the xxx bus, Kushida Kikyou and Kouenji Rokusuke will have a conflict over the issue of giving up a seat to an elderly person.]

[Intelligence 2: Kushida Kikyou is a person who wears a mask.]

[Intelligence 3: There is a serious discrepancy in the ability assessment of Kouenji Rokusuke—because his maverick style angered the interviewer, his originally excellent intelligence and judgment were deliberately suppressed to a C-rank.]

Shimizu Akira's gaze lingered on the first piece of intelligence.

It was precisely because of this piece of information that he had deliberately left half an hour early today, boarding the bus at the very first stop and choosing a window seat to quietly wait and verify the authenticity of the system.

And now, everything was exactly as the information had described.

A girl named Kushida Kikyou was actually arguing with the student next to her, Kouenji Rokusuke, over the issue of giving up a seat.

It seemed there would be no need to doubt the authenticity of this system from now on.

But the second piece of information left him somewhat confused.

Kushida Kikyou is two-faced? Does that mean everything about her is just an act?

His gaze fell involuntarily upon Kushida Kikyou.

Her light brown hair draped softly over her shoulders, her delicate features were perfectly balanced, and her physique was flawless—especially that proud, curvaceous bust.

Coupled with her earlier initiative to ask someone to give up their seat, such a beautiful girl was simply an angelic existence.

However, the system had told him...

Could it be that this display of gentleness and kindness before his eyes was merely a mask she had carefully crafted?

Shimizu Akira pondered carefully, feeling more and more that the behavior of both individuals was strange.

It was true that Kouenji Rokusuke was blatantly hogging two priority seats, while Kushida Kikyou had been persistently demanding he give one up.

As she spoke, she skillfully incited the emotions of those around her, turning public pressure into her own weapon.

--Would a truly kind person force a male student to give up his seat in such a semi-coercive manner?

Shimizu Akira suddenly realized—if all of this was part of her calculations, then all the anomalies made sense.

But what exactly was she after?

He suddenly noticed the glances cast by surrounding students from time to time, and the fleeting arc at the corner of the girl's mouth.

(So that's it... she's deliberately crafting a persona to garner attention?)

The bus slowly pulled into the stop, and the electronic announcement sounded right on cue:

"Advanced Nurturing High School stop, Advanced Nurturing High School stop."

"Ah, we're here already!" Just as Kushida Kikyou was about to say something, her gaze suddenly caught a figure behind her, and her brows furrowed imperceptibly—but it vanished in an instant, so quickly one might have thought it an illusion.

"Um..." She put her signature bright smile back on, "See you later, Shimizu-kun. I hope we end up in the same class."

Before she finished speaking, the girl had already hopped lightly off the bus and merged into the bustling crowd on the platform.

Shimizu Akira looked back thoughtfully—

That literary beauty with an aura reminiscent of Yukinoshita Yukino was closing the hardcover book in her hands and standing up gracefully.

She passed by Shimizu Akira without looking aside, her long black hair tracing a cold arc in the air, and she walked straight off the bus, carrying a faint, elegant scent of books.

Immediately following her, a light-brown-haired boy followed in silence. The moment his eyes met Shimizu Akira's, he remained expressionless before disappearing at the bus door as well.

Shimizu Akira followed the crowd off the bus, his mind repeatedly weighing the deeper meaning of the third piece of information.

(That must be Kouenji Rokusuke.)

He caught a glimpse of the blond back stretching its long frame ahead—the other party's indifferent posture was indeed easy to find repulsive. But what was more concerning was the inside information about the grading revealed in the report.

("Interviewer was annoyed"... "deliberately lowered the grade"...)

These words connected in his mind.

(Hmm? Could this school be secretly assigning ability levels to its students?)

002 Horikita-san is truly naive / Is there a special service?

Advanced Nurturing High School, a national closed-enrollment high school located in the heart of Tokyo.

Equipped with the most advanced smart teaching facilities.

Boasting single-occupancy student dormitories that students dream of.

Maintaining a 100% advancement and employment rate since its founding.

However, ever since he transmigrated into this world, Shimizu Akira had always harbored lingering doubts about this school.

A 100% advancement and employment rate since its founding?

In Japan, truly top-tier high schools have always prided themselves on the "number of students admitted to Tokyo University" or "Waseda/Keio advancement rates," rather than a vague "employment rate"—that sounded more like a slogan for a vocational training school.

"I just get the feeling... that graduating won't be that easy."

Shimizu Akira stood before the steps at the school gate, looking up at the two figures confronting each other; the tense atmosphere made him stop in his tracks.

That literary beauty with the distinguished aura was standing at the very top of the steps, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

She looked down at the light-brown-haired boy below, her delicate chin tilted slightly upward.

"What did you mean by looking at me on the bus?"

"Excuse me, I just thought... you were like me, someone who has no intention of giving up a seat, an escapist."

"I am holding onto a certain conviction, which is why I absolutely will not give up my seat! I am completely different from someone like you who hates trouble."

Shimizu Akira, standing to the side, pretended not to hear and silently climbed the steps.

"You there, wait! You also glanced at me on the bus—what was that supposed to mean?"

The literary girl suddenly shifted her focus, her gaze locking directly onto Shimizu Akira.

This caught Shimizu Akira off guard, causing him to freeze in place.

It was true that he had instinctively glanced at her when getting off the bus.

I mean, isn't it perfectly normal to occasionally make eye contact with someone while on a bus?!

"Back on the bus, were you using your eyes to condemn me for not giving up my seat?" Horikita Suzune asked, her arms crossed over her chest. "Listen, the reason I chose not to give up my seat was a decision made after careful consideration."

"Understood." Shimizu Akira's gaze reflected her figure like the surface of a calm lake. "I respect your choice. My glance just now was not intended to offend; it's just that your temperament reminded me of a certain literary girl."

Those stubborn brows and that cold, aloof expression were identical to Yukinoshita Yukino from his memories.

In truth, Shimizu Akira had absolutely no intention of condemning her for refusing to give up her seat.

Giving up a seat was not a mandatory act, after all; it could only be described as a kind deed performed within one's own capacity.

Honestly, this classmate is really straightforward—who just walks up and asks someone why they're staring? Could this be an INTJ personality type?!

He chose his words carefully and said, "If you aren't comfortable with social interaction, I can guarantee that I will try my best to avoid eye contact and unnecessary conversation with you from now on. What do you think of that approach, classmate?"

Horikita Suzune's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

This boy... not only did he refrain from moralizing, but he was actually considering her feelings and even proposed a concrete solution?!

"There is no need to be so deliberate." Her crossed arms relaxed slightly. "I simply wanted to confirm your intentions. If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."

Hearing this, Shimizu Akira stopped in his tracks. "I am Shimizu Akira. May I ask who you are...?"

"Horikita Suzune." She stated her name almost reflexively, then frowned slightly at her own candor.