Ryuuen Kakeru's Persistence

This time, the roles were completely reversed. The shopkeeper slumped to the ground, his whole person somewhat dazed, wanting to resist but knowing deep down he had no ability to do so.

If he reported this to the school, not only would he lose his job, but nothing good would await him either.

He had to remember that this school was established by the government and heavily supported with widespread publicity—it absolutely did not want any stains on its reputation.

Was this the only way? If he didn't do this, he would be separated from Shizuku and couldn't even secure his livelihood.

"I understand. I'll do whatever you say. Just don't, don't lay a hand on my Shizuku.

But 40 million points is simply unrealistic. I can only do my utmost."

At that moment, that shopkeeper was like a Champion, shouldering everything alone, resolved to bear all the darkness.

That air of self-sacrifice and moving sincerity even touched Beihai, making him somewhat reluctant.

Since the other party had shown such sincerity, how could Beihai not react? He immediately reached out his hand.

"Give me 100,000 first. Let me see if you have what it takes."

100,000 Personal Points were grudgingly handed over. A full hundred thousand points—this wasn't something the shopkeeper could bear lightly. Taking them out made his heart ache, ache, but thinking it was for Shizuku, everything was worth it.

Converted, that was also a month's worth of revenue.

Beihai looked at the 100,000 points credited to his Terminal, his heart utterly calm. For him, points were just something to have enough of.

"Mm, not bad. You still have three days left. Work hard, or I think I don't need to spell out the consequences, do I?"

Beihai turned to leave, but he hadn't expected to be called back just a few steps later.

"I gave you the Personal Points, but regarding Shizuku—"

"Alright, alright, don't overthink so much. You just need to know: I get what I want, you get what you want. This is a win-win for both of us."

He didn't say it outright, but he didn't shut it down either. As for how the other party interpreted it, Beihai didn't care.

Right now, he only wanted to keep the other party busy, while squeezing out every bit of their use value.

For him, from the moment he met that shopkeeper and learned about his stalking, peeping, those perverted acts, and even when the shopkeeper had started harboring murderous intent toward him, his fate could never be good.

The other party's emotions were extremely prone to extremes—threatened, he'd go crazy with anger; rejected, he'd lose his mind.

Who knows, he might be like some fan who knocks on an idol's door, then pulls out a knife for a brutal murder, afterward believing it was a form of salvation.

Beihai smiled as he looked at that Uncle. Since he was going to maximize his gains, he didn't forget to stoke the fire.

"Uncle, make a phone call. I'll teach you what to say."

"I need to place an order for some goods. Yes, the highest-end batch."

The school's facilities could only be purchased with points, but ordering goods was completely different. For example, the items at the convenience store would eventually sell out, requiring restocking from outside.

Other merchants might have reached some kind of cooperation with this school, providing goods at cost price, for nothing other than political correctness.

The simplest example: military rations. Many people scrambled to supply them. It didn't earn much money, but it was a way to connect with the military.

Similarly, this school was government-funded and conglomerate-invested. Inside were not only talents but also heirs of conglomerates. And all of this required cash, since points only worked within the school.

He only needed, in this process, to sell all the high-end equipment at a steep discount, letting it flow out in the form of points.

Although circulation was limited to this school, the truth was that the school's point system had long since started inflating in secret. Everyone just stored their points without large-scale circulation.

To be clear, not to mention upper grades, even lower grades—the better-off ones each had over 90,000 points per month.

And consumption was only in such a small area. The school's staff had to spend, right? Even salaries and daily expenses used the point system.

You might think it could circulate internally, but they all had families. Points could solve things here, but didn't their families need real money?

And high-end equipment was very expensive. Especially buying it brand new at half price in points, then selling it outside—you'd make a lot. Anyone who understood the margin would rarely refuse such a deal.

Beihai finally left this time. And that Uncle, having heard Beihai's words, felt that joining forces with him was like being partners in crime. Even if it came out later, he could drag the other down with him.

Operating with much less psychological pressure. Besides, this Uncle would hypnotize himself, his emotions already somewhat unhinged.

Meanwhile, Beihai had already walked far away, thinking about how to sell the other out in three days. After all, the mess this time might get the guy erased from existence.

"Tsk tsk tsk, let me see the power of an Otherworldly Sasaeng Fan. Can't be that stupid, right? If he really does it, I can't save him either."

Beihai thought rather maliciously, reminding him of the rotten things he did back in middle school. Same methods, but back then the targets were bullies. This time, he'd switched targets—wonder how it would end?

While Beihai was targeting that Uncle, Class A and Class C were about to start their own actions.

After this month, Class A wouldn't be Class A anymore. For now, they could still hold their position only because the time hadn't come yet.

Their current situation had a bit of a factional struggle vibe.

Split into Kohei Katsuragi's conservative faction and Sakayanagi Arisu's radical faction. One side believed that even when attacking, they needed to make some preparations—like allying with Class C. Necessary point expenditures were part of the strategy, and also a matter of trust.

The other side wanted to go straight in and launch a fierce assault. Cooperation was fine, but you had to have value; otherwise, you'd be the one paying points.

Class A had truly split apart. In that May exam, they had been torn cleanly in two.

Sakayanagi Arisu sipped her coffee, her mind already made up. If before, she could let Katsuragi jump around a bit, then step in after he lost to unfold the game, she would have quite liked to watch the show, then drop a "how boring." But now, she was extremely interested, her hands itching with impatience. Still, leading only half the troops, she couldn't give her opponent proper respect, let alone deliver an effective blow.

"Tch. One time is all it takes to end this. Katsuragi, enjoy your final moments—I'm not exactly a villain, after all."

Ryuuen Kakeru of Class C stared at the score table that had appeared, his gaze locked tightly on the spot where Class B used to be.

They'd risen. In just the second month, they'd risen!

No, to be precise—if the other side hadn't come to him with a deal in the first month, and if he hadn't found out, they probably would have risen in the first month.

"Who the hell is protecting Class B? Hah! Whoever you are, I'll drag you out!

I've still got a score to settle with you. But for now, Class B is right in the crosshairs."

Ryuuen's eyes darkened as he thought. He glanced back at the members following him—not a single one worth talking to. There was one girl who could fight, but she was full of grievances toward him.

And the class's hidden strategist didn't want any part of this struggle. He spent every day in the library as if he lived there.

Ryuuen shoved his hands in his pockets and headed straight for the library. He wasn't someone who refused to listen, nor was he the type to stubbornly charge ahead after taking a loss. If there was a way, why not go find it?

As for the other guy not wanting to get involved—if it were a man, Ryuuen would have already elbowed him in the face. Even if he had to pester the guy until he got annoyed and finally gave in, he'd wear him down and get the advice he needed.