Classroom of the Elite: After the Information Refresh, They Always Want to Win Me Over!

"Not bad luck." Shimizu Akira released his hand and said with a smile, "The old man went easy on me because I'm a student, right? Thanks, old man."

Sato froze. He had expected the student to take the chance to mock him, but instead, Shimizu had given him an out. Scratching his head, he burst into laughter. "Ahem, yeah. Since this is your first sale, I had to go easy on you."

"Best two out of three. Want another round, old man?"

"No, no. Let's just say you won."

Sato took out his phone and scanned the QR code, and just like that, Shimizu Akira completed his first transaction.

"Seriously? You went easy on him?"

"Since when were you so kind?"

"Wait a second, I'm not going easy on someone just because he's a student!"

At that moment, another middle-aged man stepped forward.

This time, Shimizu Akira openly went easy on him and ultimately lost by the narrowest margin.

"What a shame!"

"I'll give it a try!"

"He's already arm-wrestled two people. You're an old man who does physical labor—how can you lose to a student?"

For a while, the middle-aged men watching nearby could no longer sit still and crowded over to sign up.

"So close, just a little more!"

"Actually, my dominant hand is my right hand..."

"Lucky. It was really just luck!"

Before they knew it, an hour had passed.

The middle-aged men had finally caught on. One after another, they pointed at him and muttered.

"Hey, you're pretending to be weak to lure us in, aren't you?!"

"Exactly! Every time, you say it was close, so why can't anyone beat you?"

Shimizu Akira spread his hands. "I've been arm-wrestling for an hour. How much strength do you think I have left?"

The remaining men in line