Super Intelligence Tells Me to Use My Superpowers

The vast majority of Class D students wore expressions of ecstasy, excitement, and disbelief.

Many scrambled to pull out their student terminals, tapping the screens eagerly. When they saw the bright "100,000" figure in their account balances, cheers, gasps, and excited chatter erupted, impossible to suppress any longer!

Some pumped their fists in excitement, some began discussing with their seatmates what good things to buy at the school store, while others started calculating the costs of on-campus entertainment facilities...

The anxiety and oppression brought on by the closed-campus policy just moments ago were instantly scattered by this "windfall."

The classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, as if they had entered a holiday early.

Lin Mu also slowly took out his student terminal, tapped his fingertip a few times on the smooth screen, and entered the account page.

Sure enough, the balance displayed a full 100,000 points.

However, his face lacked even a fraction of the ecstasy seen on his classmates; instead, he furrowed his brows almost imperceptibly, a deep sense of doubt and vigilance rising in his heart.

Having lived two lifetimes, he had never seen or heard of any legitimate school giving cash directly to incoming freshmen, let alone a fixed monthly amount of such a high value.

This completely defied common sense. Where in the world is there a free lunch?

Behind such generous "benefits" must lie complex rules and hidden objectives.

Is the school running a charity? If they distribute points so recklessly, where does the operating cost come from?

His mind raced, and he recalled another point that defied logic:

From receiving his acceptance letter to enrolling, he hadn't paid any application fees or tuition, nor had he even seen any related notices.

This was too abnormal. Free enrollment, and they even pay you?

There is a problem, absolutely a problem!

The more he thought about it, the clearer Lin Mu's mind became. The waters of this Advanced Nurturing High School were definitely deeper than he had imagined.

Beneath the shiny, elite-education exterior, there was likely an extremely unique and even cruel internal logic at work.

"Tsk, troublesome." He clicked his tongue internally, feeling a bit displeased.

He just wanted to find a place to quietly slack off, so why did it feel like he had fallen into a vortex of complex rules?

Should he use his "Super Intelligence" ability, which rivaled a supercomputer, to deduce the situation based on the known information?

(Super Intelligence tells me it's time to use my superpower...)

This thought had barely surfaced before he rejected it himself.

Why look far afield? He held the "Book of Answers" himself—superpower activated.

Thinking of this, Lin Mu adjusted his sitting posture without changing his expression, appearing to lean lazily against the back of his chair while switching to a new lollipop, but in reality, his focus had quietly sharpened.

Across the noisy classroom and the crowd, his gaze landed on the podium, fixed on the expressionless Chabashira Sae, the homeroom teacher of Class D.

Telepathy, activated. Simultaneously linking with his memory-reading ability, he touched the surface of Chabashira Sae's consciousness.

Chabashira Sae herself was completely unaware of this; she maintained her cold, stern expression, arms crossed, watching the Class D students who were lost in excitement and chaos over the 100,000 points.

Her inner thoughts, however, were like a cold mirror, clearly reflecting her true perspective:

(As expected, Class D is just Class D. A mere 100,000 points is enough to make them lose their composure; they are fickle, lacking foresight and self-control. No wonder they were assigned to the very bottom.)

(They are probably still dreaming, thinking this money is a free handout? Naive. Points are never free charity; they are 'bait' tied to rigorous assessments.)

(The monthly deposit amount depends entirely on the class's comprehensive assessment and individual evaluation results.)

(Once the assessment standards aren't met, forget 100,000—they won't get a single point. They might even have points deducted until they hit zero.)

(This academy's 'meritocracy' is not just a slogan.)

(The omnipresent evaluation system records your every move—classroom performance, test scores, daily conduct, club activities, even private interpersonal interactions... everything is quantified and graded.)

(And those 'special exams' that appear at irregular intervals are the true keys that determine the fate of the class and the future of the individual.)

(Class D... was always meant to be a place to collect students who are problematic, flawed, or whose 'potential is currently substandard'.)

(Want to climb up from here to Class C, Class B, or even Class A? It's as difficult as ascending to heaven.)

(For most Class D students, whether they can even make it to graduation is an unknown. My duty is simply to act according to the rules and execute the school's instructions.)

(Those who remain are the 'survivors' filtered through layers of screening. As for those who don't... there's no need to waste extra thought on them.)

(...These noisy fools will soon be taught a lesson by reality.)

In just a few seconds, like flipping through an open book, Chabashira Sae's understanding of the academy's core rules, her evaluation of Class D, and her almost indifferent professional attitude all transformed into a clear stream of information, pouring into Lin Mu's mind.

(The state of a modern wage slave, time to slack off.)

He even "saw" some memory fragments—blurry scenes of past Class D students suffering crushing defeats in assessments, having large amounts of points deducted, and some even being forced to drop out.

The ability was quietly retracted.

Lin Mu kept the lollipop in his mouth, the sweetness lingering; his expression remained flat, and there wasn't even a ripple in his eyes, as if he had just been spacing out for a moment.

Having surpassed all other first-year students, he was now the only person who knew the full, cruel rules and the truth behind the academy's operations?

(One Who Knows All)

Oh, I know now. And then what?

Knowing everything brought Lin Mu no excitement, nervousness, or sense of urgency.

So what if he was in the lead? No matter how complex the rules or how rigorous the assessments, they were nothing more than irrelevant background settings to him.

His goal from beginning to end was simply to slack off, coast through his days, and graduate safely.

With this set of superpowers as a safety net, no academic test, behavioral evaluation, or special exam could pose a substantial threat to him.

Psychokinesis allowed him to easily complete any physical task or delicate operation.

X-ray vision and precognition let him handle written exams and special situations with ease.

If he really found something troublesome, he could even resort to a little psychological suggestion on key figures (though he felt that crossed the line and wouldn't use it unless necessary).

As for points? Having enough was fine. One hundred thousand points, if spent sparingly, were more than enough to cover his lollipops and basic living expenses.

If he happened to encounter something easy and simple in the future where he could earn a large amount of points by just lifting a finger (or using his superpowers), he might participate in it as a side task.

(Event duration: May 1st to May 5th)