Great Matter

The library at this school was enormous, with dedicated sections for different categories, as well as a rest area for students.

It was quiet here, and you could even see people bringing their own laptops to play or work in this place.

Ryuuen Kakeru, the leader of Class C, strode into the library with an especially arrogant gait and an exceptionally flamboyant demeanor. He turned an ordinary walk into a swaggering strut, twisting it into something like a folk dance.

Any student who stood in Ryuuen Kakeru's way was forcefully shoved aside by the Four Guardians, not to mention that among those four was a Black Exchange Student.

The pressure made others seethe with anger but dare not speak, forcing them to hurry away.

After arriving at the spot, Ryuuen Kakeru restrained himself a bit. He didn't put his feet up on the table, but instead sat down across from the other person in a domineering, legs-spread posture.

"You should know, Class B rose to Class A in two months. They're not just the number one enemy; Class C's situation is even worse. When the other side makes a move, we have to counter, don't we?"

Across from Ryuuen Kakeru sat a beautiful girl with blue hair. She wasn't interested in class competition and never showed up for it, only sitting in the library reading, flipping through classic literature and detective novels.

But not participating didn't mean she would stand by and watch coldly, even if her social circle was equally small.

To put it plainly, when Ryuuen Kakeru ruled the class with violence, she tacitly accepted it, after all, it was for the good of the whole class.

Otherwise, without unification, forget about April; Class C would be even more of a mess than Class D. After all, Class D had hidden flaws, but Class C was openly full of delinquents.

"I can't give you very good advice. Honami Ichinose is a very kind person. When you were making your move, she came to me, hoping I could persuade you.

I refused at that time, but what followed was her retaliation. Yet I could truly feel that it wasn't her intention, or that she had someone behind her."

Ryuuen Kakeru clicked his tongue in displeasure. Of course he knew that. To be precise, which freshman in the whole school didn't know the name Honami Ichinose?

She was making friends right under his nose in Class C, and since it was normal socializing, he couldn't just tear off his mask.

Fortunately, when the rules were revealed, most people understood what was important.

"Whoever is behind her, if we attack Class B, they'll show up when pushed to the limit. The problem now is that Class B has become dominant, and we haven't launched a single effective attack against them. If that person makes another move, Class C won't withstand a second strike."

Ryuuen Kakeru wasn't afraid of the other side playing tricks; he was afraid of them playing dirty. And since Class B was already an enemy, was he supposed to pin his hopes on them?

Bet that they wouldn't make a move? What a joke—there could only be one king in this school!

But if you couldn't win and went crying to the parents, the Student Council had already gouged 300,000 Class Points from him!

If the Student Council President weren't an honest man, he'd have had to sign the Treaty of Versailles!

In simple terms, if Ryuuen Kakeru knew who was pulling the strings, he'd block their door every three days and throw an elbow every five, and he'd enjoy it endlessly. That's how he'd conquered Class C.

But since he hadn't found the person, he was like a headless fly. Attacking Class B rashly would only invite retaliation without hurting them.

And Honami Ichinose herself was a tricky existence. The whole of Class B was charmed by her; she never had fewer than five people around her when she acted. If it came to a fight, he wouldn't have it easy.

He could use his brain, and he could use his fists, but he wasn't reckless. He was happy to ask around and find another breakthrough.

Ryuuen Kakeru waved his hand, signaling for a few bruised and battered people to be brought up.

"I'm going to make a move on Class D, but that's just a smokescreen. Of course, if those guys can't take it, it only proves they're trash.

So, what do you think of Zhui Mingrihe?"

"Class A dropped a rank. I think the most anxious ones won't be us, but them."

Just as the words fell, footsteps came from behind. Ryuuen Kakeru turned his head to look—oh, what a shiny bald head.

Beihai sneezed, feeling like something was off today.

"Could some villain be plotting against me?"

Then he shook his head dismissively, denying it all. Who would want to harm him? He was just a weak, pitiful, and helpless ordinary student.

His mind cleared a bit, and he thought to himself, Come to think of it, it's almost next month. The reset of points and the change of classes—though it has nothing to do with me, my source of thoughts should be very active.

Looks like she's really happy, not just for herself, but for everyone in Class B, right?

With all these factors combined, it's really active.

Alright, decided. I'll write a few more practice books today.

There was still one day until he went to collect the points from that Uncle shopkeeper. And coincidentally, that day was also when the Class Points would be distributed.

Thinking of this, Beihai took out his Terminal and immediately started editing a message.

Saving a beauty from distress—better to have beauty save hero. The lilies back home are about to bloom, right?

It wouldn't make the other party work for nothing. After all, if such a large amount of points were transferred to Beihai's account, both the school and others would notice.

But if it were transferred to Honami Ichinose's account, it would be perfectly avoided.

As for causing trouble, don't forget this school's abstract concept: not causing trouble means you're mediocre. You have to use your brain, engage in crooked schemes, and then call it, in beautiful terms, part of strength, part of wisdom, part of growth.

Those people might not do anything to the students; instead, they'd appreciate it. At most, they'd vent their frustration on the shopkeeper who worked under their banner.

He was a future prospect.

In other words, whether politicians or tycoons, they looked down on those points. Politicians didn't need to open their mouths; people would send gifts anyway, and they could maintain their image of an incorruptible official.

The conglomerate personnel were even more dismissive, but that didn't mean they enjoyed being toyed with, so that Uncle's fate was easy to imagine.

[Ichinose, this time I'm the one asking a favor. I know a path—the risk is a bit high, but the payoff will definitely fatten you up like a glutton.]

When Honami Ichinose received this message, she tried to understand it, but still sent a reply on instinct.

[No need, don't talk to me like that. We're friends, after all—I'll do my best to help with anything you need, but I won't agree to anything bad.]

Honami Ichinose truly was an angel; even if Beihai weren't close to her, she'd probably still agree.

[Relax, the risk is big, but I won't let you lose out. Just don't rat me out afterward.]

[Beihai, you're such a joker. It's not that serious.]

As it turned out, when over twenty million points appeared on Honami Ichinose's Terminal, she realized things had gotten a bit out of hand!