750,000 Points Acquired, the Archangel is So Good.

Inside the office.

Hoshinomiya picked up the phone, her voice still winding and twisting in its usual playful tone: "Oh, it's little Honami! Calling your teacher after school—are you missing me? How delightful~"

"Teacher, it's like this..."

"My, so that's how it is. If you're asking me whether the information is correct, I can't say. If you're asking whether you can sign the contract, the answer is yes—but I don't have the authority myself."

She hung up the phone, beaming as she looked at Chabashira, who was gripping her pen tightly: "Little Sae, Tsukishima-kun's business sense is really quite impressive. He's guaranteed at least 500,000 points, but can he actually get his hands on Class D's 250,000?"

"Little Sae, don't you dare go warning anyone. As homeroom teachers, we have to follow the rules~"

Chabashira Sae replied coldly: "I don't need you to remind me."

With that, she stood up and left.

Student Council.

Horikita Manabu drew up the contract for the two of them, placed it in front of them, adjusted his glasses, and gave a mild smile: "It's only been a week since school started, and the first-years are already quite impressive."

Tsukishima signed his name and said casually: "Horikita-senpai, are you related to that Horikita from Class D? Your personalities are worlds apart."

Horikita Manabu's smile slowly faded. "You're from Class D?"

Tsukishima nodded, signing his name on the contract: "Please, Horikita-senpai, tone down the scheming storm in your head for a bit. A student's main job is studying. I plan to save the scheming for college or after I enter society."

Horikita Manabu nodded expressionlessly. "In that case, if you want to continue signing contracts, feel free to message me anytime."

He pulled out his phone and added both of them as contacts.

Leaving the student council, Tsukishima tucked the contract away and smiled:

"Alright, Your Archangel, the rest is up to you. Class A probably won't cause any trouble, but they might ask for a buyout. If the price is right, let them buy it."

"Class C will likely use underhanded tactics. Make sure everyone in Class B walks under surveillance or in groups, and always be ready to record video. If you catch something, you can even squeeze some points out of them—I'll skip my share of that."

"Class D probably won't buy, so just let it be."

"Then, I'll leave it to you, Your Archangel!"

Ichinose covered her slightly flushed face. "I understand, but can you please stop calling me 'Archangel,' Tsukishima-kun? It's so embarrassing!"

Tsukishima didn't say whether he agreed or not. He just casually said goodbye and ran off to sit back and wait for the points to roll in.

This only worked with Ichinose. Anyone else wouldn't have signed the contract with him—if they already knew everything, why split it with him instead of buying it themselves?

The next evening.

Tsukishima was busy teaching that curly-haired troublemaker a harsh lesson with his pen.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

[Ichinose]: Tsukishima-kun!!! Help!!!

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow and typed back:

[Tsukishima]: ?

[Ichinose]: Class C is so annoying! They keep harassing us!

[Ichinose]: At meals, they insist on sitting next to us, talking loudly and driving us crazy. When we try to leave, they block the way. Today, some guy even deliberately bumped Kanzaki-kun with his shoulder!

[Ichinose]: What do I do? Wuwuwu

Tsukishima stared at the screen, thought for a moment, and typed:

[Tsukishima]: Easy.

[Ichinose]: ???

[Tsukishima]: Pick a few girls—preferably ones who look easy to bully—and have them deliberately walk into an area without surveillance.

[Ichinose]: ??????

[Tsukishima]: Class C will definitely follow. Once they're in the blind spot, have your ambush team rush out—ideally, bring the student council, or Horikita Suzune from Class D. The student council president is her relative.

[Ichinose]: And then???

[Tsukishima]: Then claim they tried to assault them. Have the girls put on an act, cry, mess up their clothes and hair a bit. After surrounding them, push them toward the girls to leave fingerprints.

[Tsukishima]: Or send one guy with a few girls. Have the guy provoke those Class C thugs, start a fight, then have the girls step in to break it up. Shove them around, slap a few of those Class C guys—that leaves fingerprints. Then say they tried to assault the girls.

[Tsukishima]: After that, those punks are putty in your hands. Class C either expels them or pays up. Demand 5 million—it's no big deal. Remember to split half with me.

[Ichinose]: ...

[Ichinose]: ...

[Ichinose]: Tsukishima-kun???????

[Tsukishima]: What's wrong?

[Ichinose]: Isn't this method a bit too much???

[Tsukishima]: Basic move, don't praise.

[Ichinose]: No no no no no no no! Absolutely not!

[Ichinose]: I can't do this! It's too far!

[Tsukishima]: Then figure out another way yourself.

[Ichinose]: Let me think...

Tsukishima put down his phone and refocused on the gaudy exercise book in front of him.

"Speaking of which, studying like this won't work either. Can't turn into a bookworm—gotta develop some hobbies."

He set the answer-checked exercise book aside, rubbed his chin, and lay down on the bed.

He didn't dwell on Ichinose's matter. He'd given her a method; how she executed it was none of his business.

Ichinose's problem was resolved within a day.

Because she transferred him another 1.2 million points—500,000 as payment for the intel, 500,000 as a cut from extorting Class C, and a personal 200,000 as thanks and consultation fees.

Gratitude for sharing the information for free, gratitude for the advice.

Adding that to his original 270,000 (200,000 from the first office intel-sharing thanks + 70,000 he'd saved), he now had 1.47 million.

With money in hand, Tsukishima made a trip to the electronics store and bought a pinhole camera—though why the school convenience store sold such a thing was anyone's guess.

This thing cost him a full 70,000 points! What the hell kind of camera was this, so expensive? Converted to RMB, that was over 3,000. Only because Tsukishima wasn't Liu Huaqiang would he refrain from asking the owner if the camera was made of gold skin or gold guts.

The shopkeeper, however, was unabashed: "This is a school, you know. Who knows what you're buying this for? Besides, this product is top-notch—high-definition pixels, 360-degree no blind spots, built-in recording and cloud upload, ultra-long standby of 78 hours, and it can connect to your phone for real-time streaming."

"And I'm throwing in a free three-year warranty—absolute value for money!"

"I'll even give you a little clip to hold it—won't fall off!"

Bullshit, pure bullshit. What kind of black tech was this? Why the hell did a pinhole camera have so many functions?

Out of curiosity, a sense of novelty, and self-protection, Tsukishima still shelled out the points.

Between classes.

The classroom was noisy.

The two subhuman creatures were updating their ranking list again, their voices loud enough for the whole class to hear.

Horikita Suzune suddenly stood up.

"Everyone, quiet down."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough.

The classroom fell silent for a moment, all eyes on her.

"I have something to announce."

She walked to the front of the podium, swept her gaze expressionlessly across the classroom.

"Someone's been selling intel about the school's point system recently. It costs 500,000. I suggest we pool money to buy a copy."

Silence.

Then—

"500,000? That expensive?"

Ike was the first to shout: "Why buy that? Aren't we doing fine now?"

"Exactly, exactly!" Yamauchi chimed in. "Who knows if it's real or fake? What if it's a scam?"

Someone from the gal group muttered quietly: "Why is Horikita suddenly caring about this..."

Hirata stood up, smoothing things over gently: "Everyone, don't rush. Let's hear Horikita out. Horikita, why do you think we should buy it?"

Horikita looked at him, her tone still cold: "Because it's a reasonable investment. If the intel is real, we can prepare in advance. I don't think we'll have 100,000 points every month."

"But..." Yamauchi raised his hand. "Do you have proof that the intel is real?"

Horikita paused for a second.

"No."

"Then why buy it?" Ike joined in the ruckus. "We're saving our points for the weekend! Karaoke, arcades—those cost money!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"And 500,000 is way too expensive. Even if we all chip in, each person still has to pay a lot..."

The classroom grew lively again, voices of opposition rising one after another.

Horikita stood still, her expression unchanged.

But her fingers, gripping her book, tightened slightly.

"I'm just suggesting," she said calmly. "Whether to buy or not is your freedom."

She stepped down from the podium, returned to her seat, and reopened her book.

The classroom quickly returned to its previous bustle, the topic shifting back to weekend karaoke.

No one mentioned buying the intel again.