Meeting

It's truly amazing—even though this is just a school, it even has a café. I have to say, building a school on an island is still way over the top.

Beihai sat in his chair. He wouldn't savor or even drink this kind of coffee; he just found it a bit bitter, needing a lethal dose of sugar. But once he added that, he might as well drink sugar water or soda.

Coming to this place, studying wasn't suitable either. After weighing all options, it was only good for meeting people, like his employer.

Beihai unconsciously stirred his spoon into the cappuccino cup, turning the coffee into a small whirlpool. The pattern on top was completely destroyed.

Sitting across from Beihai was a pretty pink-haired girl, youthful and cute, radiating the vitality of her age, with a highly approachable smile on her face.

And most importantly, Beihai knew why she could so easily win people over.

As the saying goes: If the chest isn't flat, how can you pacify the world? If the breasts aren't big, how can you gather hearts?

Of course, these were all inner thoughts; Beihai didn't say them out loud. To be honest, Beihai's personality wasn't particularly taciturn by nature.

Someone who, in a past life, often slung an arm around friends' shoulders and chatted about wild topics—such a person was rarely quiet. He might even crack a hellish joke.

Beihai's restraint came from necessary camouflage, plus the immense pressure of studying weighing on him, the unfamiliar country and environment requiring a new language to learn, and a suffocating family background.

Now that the system was starting to kick in, and with three years of not having to see that damn bastard of a father, he could finally relax a bit.

He let a little of his original personality show, because suppressing it too long would really cause problems. At least for now, Beihai wouldn't be boisterous; instead, like many ordinary Sakura people, he'd read the room.

"I didn't expect you'd spend 100,000 points just to invite me for a meeting. It can't be that simple, right? Go ahead, what do you need me to do?"

Beihai silently praised the other party for being impressive. Everyone who first arrived at this school had the same starting value: 100,000 points.

But she had gone back and forth, spending 150,000 points. No matter how she got those points—by trickery, borrowing, or otherwise—it boiled down to two possibilities: she was either very capable or very well-liked. Both were proof of her own strength.

The main reason was that she was bound to him, and he had never experienced a genius brain before.

Honami Ichinose, regarding the coffee in front of her, wasn't so rough. The pattern was perfectly intact; she hadn't even touched it, because all her attention was on Beihai.

After meeting him, he was completely different from what she'd imagined. Not some mysterious existence, not someone with a special aura, not the legendary behind-the-scenes boss.

He looked a bit like a bookworm, even utterly ordinary—the kind you'd lose in a crowd and never find. Very plain, yet unexpectedly calm.

In summary, he wasn't so ordinary as to be overlooked, nor so handsome as to draw attention. He was right in the middle, the type of person who could be friends with anyone without raising eyebrows.

"I don't have anything I need you to do. I just wanted to thank you in person."

Honami Ichinose didn't dodge the issue; she admitted it openly without any sense of boundaries or distance. Her face showed no girlish shyness or embarrassment.

Beihai could tell at a glance that this girl was basically the class's white moonlight. To use an analogy, even if you were the class goblin, she'd still look after you, never discriminating with strange looks or words.

Then that goblin would lack self-awareness, because the white moonlight's kindness was for everyone, not just him.

"No need for thanks. We just had a fair trade—you gave points, I gave information."

"No, no, that's too unfair to you. Even I can tell how important that information was. If I had to ask the homeroom teacher or others, it would cost far more than those points."

"Alright, stop. Need me to explain? For me, that's not the point.

Anyone else would get the same price from me. You were just lucky, like fate had already decided. It was destiny that chose us.

And I believe we'll have more trades in the future, though not limited to you. If you want an exclusive buyout, it'll cost 1,000,000 points."

Beihai neatly sealed the distance between them within the bounds of trade. He didn't want to create too much interaction. Trade was trade—one hand gives money, the other gives goods, nothing more.

As for the price tag, was that important? Not at all. What Beihai really craved was her brain, her shared thinking.

So, by that logic, Beihai should actually thank her for saving him a lot of trouble.

If it were other students who didn't meet the requirements, especially those from Class D, they wouldn't spend 50,000 points, wouldn't meet Beihai, and couldn't come up with 100,000 points.

Beihai would ruthlessly kick them all out, not even bothering to acknowledge them. But who would've thought he'd hit the jackpot right off the bat?

Honami Ichinose lowered her head in thought. From Beihai's perspective, she was just pondering, and it didn't take long. By the time Beihai had stirred his spoon ten times, she looked up, her eyes seeming to have made a decision.

"Please give me a few days. I'll gather 1,000,000 points for the buyout."

Her words surprised Beihai a little. 1,000,000 was no small sum.

Beihai didn't refuse; he just nodded and finally offered some advice.

Since she'd spent 100,000 points, plus the long-term cooperation ahead, he'd give a little discount upfront.

"From now on, let's contact each other through the terminals. Try to meet as little as possible—mainly because it'll be troublesome for you and for me. Just transfer the points directly to my terminal.

And a friendly tip: don't make such stupid requests in future trades. Also, I can handle any request you make—remember, any. You can even try to test my limits.

After the trade is done, whatever you choose to do is up to you. Whether you make it public and get hit hard by the school, or nullify this assessment entirely, or trade with other classes, or even deal directly with the school—I don't care and I can't be bothered to. So that's it, my employer."

The claim that he could solve anything was dubious, but out in the world, you give yourself your own identity. Whatever, just shout the slogan first.

And even getting into Class A wasn't impossible. At the very end of this month, he could just save up a bunch of points and buy class points.

After all, the school's rules clearly stated that you could buy anything imaginable.