Classroom of the Elite, After the Intel Refreshed, They Always Want to Conquer Me! 2

"Horikita-san, I'll remember that. Goodbye." Shimizu Akira smiled slightly at her words, turned, and stepped onto the stairs.

Horikita stood where she was, and it wasn't until his figure disappeared up the stairs that she suddenly froze, as if realizing something.

Wait... how had she so naturally revealed her name to a stranger?

Shimizu Akira stepped over the falling cherry blossom petals.

"This Horikita-san is truly naive..."

The surprise and hesitation she had shown over a simple greeting were clearly the awkward reactions of someone unaccustomed to daily social interaction.

Such an innocent and pure reaction was like night and day compared to the calculating Kushida Kikyou from just moments ago.

Come to think of it, if a girl like this were to fall in love, she would surely pour her entire heart and soul into her partner.

But in the next instant, he shelved that thought for the time being.

For one, his class assignment wasn't confirmed yet, and for another, he had just arrived; until he understood the true nature of this school, it was best to play it safe for a while.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang out in his mind.

[Ding~ Today's intel has been updated.]

[Intel 1: At exactly 10:30 today (after the entrance ceremony concludes), Kamuro Masumi of Class 1-A will "shoplift" a can of beer from the school's convenience store.]

[Intel 2: Horikita Suzune's measurements are 79/54/79.]

[Intel 3: If you need to satisfy physiological needs, knock on Hoshinomiya Chie's door three times at 2:00 AM tomorrow.]

Shimizu Akira raised an eyebrow; today's intel was unexpected.

Especially the third one... did this school actually have people providing such special services?

003 Students of Class 1-D

Shimizu Akira considered himself an honest person.

He wasn't opposed to intimate relationships with girls, but he couldn't accept being with the "easy" type—the mere thought of the risk of contracting diseases made him uncomfortable.

It wasn't that he was sexually repressed to such a degree.

Nor was it that he couldn't get a girlfriend.

As for this Hoshinomiya Chie, Shimizu couldn't quite place her.

Which class was this beautiful girl from? Was she really that open?

He hadn't even considered the possibility that she might be a faculty member.

After all, in Japan, no matter how degenerate a teacher might be, they wouldn't dare lay a hand on a student, right? That line had to exist.

It was the basic professional ethics of a teacher.

As for the second piece of intel—it seemed useless on the surface, but to certain perverts, it would be considered priceless, exclusive information.

Shimizu Akira's understanding of Horikita Suzune deepened slightly because of it.

It seemed this system occasionally pushed information that appeared useless but was actually quite subtle.

All things considered, the only piece of intel that was truly useful for now was the first one.

It should be noted that he hadn't been completely unprepared for this transmigration.

Just the day before, a mysterious email had suddenly appeared in his inbox, with the sender listed as "System." The email was brief and to the point, informing him that he had been selected as a new student at Advanced Nurturing High School and requiring him to set his own background and special abilities after arriving.

At the time, Shimizu Akira thought it was some kind of prank and filled it out casually. In the identity field, he scribbled a simple, sloppy setting: "orphan from an orphanage." As for his abilities, he completely referenced the template from One Punch Man—a ridiculous training plan of "100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day for eight years."

Thinking back on it now, he realized his memory did indeed have gaps. Aside from the fragments of his years of persistent training and the scenes from the entrance exam, his other memories were blurry.

Fortunately, his identification documents were all in order; at least in this world, he wasn't a complete ghost.

Shimizu Akira felt terrifyingly strong right now.

But then he thought, in a high school setting, how much of an advantage could this robust physique really provide?

At best, it would just ensure his physical education grades remained perfect.

This wasn't Suzuran High School, after all, where the law of the jungle reigned and "fists are truth."

Looking at the polite students in front of the school building, Shimizu Akira couldn't help but shake his head at his own absurd line of thinking.

According to his enrollment notice, Shimizu Akira had been assigned to Class 1-D.

When he arrived at the classroom, every desk was neatly arranged with a nameplate bearing the student's name.

Following the guidance of the nameplates, Shimizu Akira quickly found his seat at the back of the classroom—the center spot in the last row.

The window seat was already occupied by that unremarkable student with brown hair.

To his left, Horikita Suzune was placing her shoulder bag on her desk, organizing her stationery with efficient, fluid movements.

Shimizu Akira hung his shoulder bag lightly on the hook at the side of his desk.

"160 new students, four classes..." he muttered to himself, his fingertips tapping lightly against the desk. "With 40 students per class, that number is neither too many nor too few."

"The classroom is laid out in 5 columns and 8 rows." Horikita Suzune replied without looking up. "We've been assigned to Class D, so there must be classes A, B, and C ahead of us. Based on those two pieces of information, there are indeed at least 160 students."

"You have a sharp mind, Horikita-san." Shimizu Akira complimented.

"You had already figured that out, hadn't you?" Horikita Suzune glanced at him coldly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have proposed the 'four classes, 40 students' deduction."

"You've misunderstood, that's not it." Shimizu Akira paused for a moment, then took the enrollment handbook from his shoulder bag and handed it to her.

The handbook stated in black and white: each class consists of 40 students, divided into four classes: A, B, C, and D.

Horikita Suzune's expression froze instantly.

However, she quickly regained her composure and handed the handbook back as if nothing had happened.

"It seems the school provided the clear figures from the very beginning." Her voice remained cold, but her speech was slightly faster than usual. "Judging by the result, my deduction was not wrong."

Immediately after, Horikita Suzune pulled a copy of Crime and Punishment from her shoulder bag. She lowered her head slightly, radiating a cold "do not disturb" aura.

"Horikita-san." Shimizu Akira looked at her again. "I recall you started reading this book on the bus, didn't you? Why have you flipped back to the first page now?"

Horikita Suzune's fingers paused slightly, and she replied coldly: "It is my habit to read a book at least three times through."

Her tone remained calm, but the force with which she turned the page was heavier than usual, causing the paper to make a crisp sound.

(I see...) Shimizu Akira concluded to himself, (Isn't she just using the book to cover up her embarrassment from a moment ago?)

He observed the girl beside him without being noticed.

Horikita Suzune's long, slender eyelashes fluttered gently with the rhythm of her reading.

Even in an awkward moment, she maintained that innate, elegant temperament.

(...She's actually quite cute.)

What surprised him even more was that this was the first time she had taken the initiative to speak to him.

Perhaps this seemingly cold honor student wasn't as resistant to socializing as she appeared?

Still, he withdrew his gaze at the right moment.

If he kept staring, he might actually annoy this haughty seatmate.

Regardless, there was plenty of time; as neighbors, there would be many opportunities to interact in the future.

Shimizu Akira's gaze naturally shifted to the seat on his right.

The red-haired girl with round-rimmed glasses was hunched over, looking uneasy. Her fiery long hair hung down like a waterfall, almost completely obscuring her petite face.

Her slender fingers twisted the hem of her skirt restlessly, and the glances she stole at the surrounding students were filled with obvious nervousness.

(Hm? Is she a beautiful girl too...)

Shimizu Akira couldn't help but take another look. The girl's fair skin looked exceptionally bright against her red hair, and she bit her cherry lips from time to time.

Although she radiated an aura of "please don't notice me," her outstanding appearance made it hard to ignore her.

(Let's see if there are any other familiar faces.)

Shimizu Akira leaned back in his seat in the center of the last row, a prime position that allowed him to take in the entire classroom at a glance.

His gaze was first drawn to Kushida Kikyou in the center of the room. The energetic girl was standing by her seat, hands resting lightly on the desk next to her, leaning forward slightly to chat with the surrounding students. She had clearly already become the center of that small circle.

Shifting his gaze to the right, Kouenji Rokusuke, whom he had seen on the bus, was brazenly resting his legs on his desk, fiddling with a nail file in his hand.

The explosive, muscular physique of the man was particularly striking in the classroom.

Shimizu Akira felt that the man likely possessed physical capabilities no less than his own.

004 I'm Here to Report

The classroom door was pushed open gently, and a female teacher with a professional ponytail walked in with a steady gait.

"My name is Chabashira Sae. I am the homeroom teacher for Class D, and I will be teaching Japanese History."

Chabashira-sensei stood on the podium and scanned the room with a sharp gaze.

"The entrance ceremony will be held in one hour." She said concisely, her voice as crisp as her ponytail. "Additionally, this school implements a fixed-class system. You people will spend the next three years together."

Chabashira Sae flipped through the enrollment handbook, her fingertips tapping lightly on the key clauses: "Boarding school management; leaving the school grounds without permission is strictly prohibited. Also..." Her gaze suddenly became meaningful, "Starting today, you will use a brand-new 'S-Point System'."

Following her gesture, the students took out the student IDs they had just received.

After downloading the dedicated app and scanning the code, the screen clearly displayed a balance of 100,000 points.

"They will be deposited automatically on the 1st of every month, and 1 point is equivalent to 1 yen." Chabashira-sensei said indifferently. "Within the school, there is nothing that cannot be bought with points. As long as it is something available on school grounds, you can buy anything."

Gasps of amazement erupted throughout the classroom. The students whispered to one another, their faces filled with disbelief—after all, for ordinary high school students, receiving 100,000 yen out of thin air every month was simply a fantasy.

Shimizu Akira raised an eyebrow slightly.

This school was indeed unique; this was the first time he had encountered a school that paid its students a salary.

What really caught his attention was Chabashira-sensei's meaningful remark that "anything can be bought."

(That phrasing... it's as suspicious as the settings in some 18+ games.)

Chabashira Sae's fingers tapped heavily on the podium, producing a dull "thud."

The classroom fell silent in an instant, all eyes converging on her.

"Listen closely," her voice rose an octave, her sharp gaze sweeping over the students who were excitedly discussing their points, "everything in this school is determined by ability."

She paused deliberately, observing the varied expressions of the students below: some looked confused, while others seemed dismissive.

"These points," Chabashira Sae held up her teacher terminal, the numbers flickering on the screen, "are the school's evaluation of you. Remember, any form of fraud or coercion to obtain points from others is strictly prohibited."

Her tone turned abruptly cold as she spoke the final words.

Chabashira turned and wrote a string of numbers neatly on the blackboard, the chalk making a crisp sound against the surface.

She added a social media account at the end, her hand flicking with a flourish: "This is my contact information; remember to include your names in the request."

She paused, tapping her fingertip against the blackboard, "For daily trivialities, just send a message. You can also come to the office to find me. If it's an emergency, feel free to call directly."

The classroom was immediately filled with the sound of clicking buttons as students lowered their heads to operate their phones.

Shimizu Akira also swiped open his screen and saved the number into his contacts.

His fingertip hovered for a moment over the LINE icon—in Japan, this was indeed the more common way to communicate.

He tapped the screen, and the friend request was sent successfully with a "ding" notification.

Shimizu Akira instinctively looked up toward the podium—Chabashira was leaning against the desk with her arms crossed, her wrists bare beneath her uniform sleeves; her phone was clearly still resting quietly in some pocket.

His gaze gradually deepened, and Chabashira's words echoed repeatedly in his mind—ability is supreme, points are the evaluation, anything in the school can be purchased...

Is the evaluation standard based on exam scores? What about athletic competitions? Or club activities?

More crucially, the cruel logic behind this point system began to emerge: since points were equivalent to an evaluation, they must be subject to fluctuation—they could increase, but they were even more likely to be stripped away. In extreme cases, did this mean that hitting zero resulted in expulsion?

This campus consumption system, which replaced cash with points, achieved a certain level of fairness to some extent—students from poor backgrounds would no longer feel embarrassed by financial constraints, and those wealthy young ladies born with silver spoons in their mouths could not rely on their family fortunes to receive special treatment here.

It seemed this school was much more interesting than he had imagined.

"Then, I wish you all a wonderful campus life."

As soon as Chabashira Sae finished speaking, her high heels tapped out a series of crisp, fading sounds against the floor.