Target: Class B

Ever since Mazumi Mami officially took office as the class representative of Class A, time flowed forward as smoothly as water, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.

During this week, the students of Class A truly felt the capability and sincerity of their new representative.

He did not speak empty words, nor did he merely put on a show—he was genuinely and attentively observing the words and actions of every single person in the class.

During class, he was always the one sitting with the best posture and listening the most intently; he was never late, never left early, actively answered the teacher's questions, and completed his assignments with meticulous care.

Through his own actions, he set the most direct example for the entire class.

What surprised and warmed the students even more was that, in just one short week, he had managed to memorize the name of every single person in the class.

Whether in the hallway, the cafeteria, or by chance at the school gate, whenever he saw a classmate, he would take the initiative to greet them with a smile and casually ask, "Have you had any difficulties lately? If you need help, just say the word."

Over the course of this week, almost everyone in the class had received his sincere greetings and concern.

Frankly speaking, no one could refuse the feeling of being remembered and cared for.

Unknowingly, Mazumi Mami's popularity within the class skyrocketed as if it had taken a rocket.

More and more people recognized his status as the class leader from the bottom of their hearts, and even many students who had originally maintained a wait-and-see attitude began to gravitate toward him.

In the dormitory at night, under the warm yellow light, the four of them sat around the table in the living room.

Strings of data jumped across the computer screen in front of Walnut. She pushed up her glasses and began her routine report for the week:

"Young Master, according to the statistics from this past week—we have successfully prevented multiple potential disciplinary infractions within the class, including but not limited to running in the hallways, secretly playing with phones during class, and several conflicts that nearly escalated due to verbal spats. These hidden dangers were nipped in the bud before they could lead to any consequences."

She paused, a hint of satisfaction in her tone: "Following this trend, as long as we don't violate any of the point-deduction regulations during the Comprehensive Assessment Period, maintaining the full 1,000 Class Points will not be difficult."

"Very good."

Mazumi Mami leaned back on the sofa, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest. "As long as we maintain a perfect score at the first month's settlement, my position of authority will be unshakable."

He looked at the three girls opposite him and asked, "So, how is the intelligence gathering on the other classes going?"

"Me first, me first!"

Chisato Nishikigi raised her hand first, her tone filled with the excitement of reporting results. "I've already figured out the situation in Class B! Their leader is a pink-haired girl named Honami Ichinose, known throughout the school for being optimistic, cheerful, and helpful. Under her influence, the entire Class B presents an atmosphere of unity, mutual assistance, and positivity."

She rested her hands on the table and leaned forward slightly: "If we want to find a class for intelligence trading, Class B is the best choice. Because as long as you say to Honami Ichinose, 'You wouldn't want the peace of Class B to be broken, would you?', she will most likely be willing to cooperate. She is someone who prioritizes the overall interests of the class."

"Good analysis."

Mazumi Mami nodded in approval, then turned his gaze to Runa Inoue. "What about Class C?"

"The situation in Class C is quite special."

Runa Inoue's tone remained steady. "Their leader is named Sho Ryuuen. It would be more accurate to call him a... gang leader rather than a leader."

She frowned slightly: "According to my observations, within this week alone, Sho Ryuuen has initiated multiple fights. Whether it's boys or girls, as long as someone doesn't obey his orders, he uses violent means to force them into submission. He has already established a system of rule based on fear within the class."

She raised her eyes to look at Mazumi Mami and suggested earnestly: "Young Master, I do not recommend any form of intelligence exchange with Class C. A rule maintained by violence lacks loyalty and stability; Sho Ryuuen's subordinates could betray him at any time due to fear or self-interest."

"On the contrary, we can exploit his tendency to abuse violence—during the one-month Comprehensive Assessment Period, we can find ways to provoke him into committing more extreme acts, thereby causing Class C's points to drop to zero."

"That is a good proposal."

A glimmer of appreciation flashed in Mazumi Mami's eyes. "Both of you have done very well. The direction of your intelligence gathering is also very accurate."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at Walnut: "So, what about the situation in Class D?"

"It's the same as always."

Walnut's tone carried a hint of subtle helplessness. "To summarize in four words—a scattered mess."

She pulled up several surveillance screenshots and projected them onto the screen: "The students of Class D clearly haven't realized the cruelty of this school yet. They are completely blinded by the 100,000 initial points issued by the school, believing they are here to enjoy life. Every day, they either squander their points on various luxury goods or sleep in their dorms. There is no discipline to speak of in the class, and no one has stepped up to manage it."

"There is a boy named Yosuke Hirata who theoretically possesses the qualities to be a leader. But his personality leans more toward being a 'peacemaker'; he always tries to use gentle words to get everyone to coexist peacefully, dares not offend anyone, and is unwilling to make any decisions that require enforcement."

Walnut paused and evaluated: "He and Sho Ryuuen are two extremes. One is a dictator who believes in violence, and the other is a pushover who hates conflict. Neither of these extreme leadership styles is sufficient to build a stable class organization."

"What about Kiyotaka Ayanokouji?"

Mazumi Mami asked, his gaze narrowing slightly. "Did he have any special actions during that week?"

Walnut shook her head: "None. He is like a child playing house, working hard every day to play the role of an ordinary high school student—spacing out in class, joking around with those three deadbeat friends after class, and occasionally sneaking a glance at the girls in the class. That is all."

"At least from the actions observed so far, he has not revealed any special talent or intent."

"He really is acting like a pro," Chisato Nishikigi couldn't help but remark.

"The more perfectly one plays an 'ordinary person,' the more it proves that he is not ordinary," Runa Inoue added calmly.

Mazumi Mami was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up and walked to the window.

The campus under the night sky was dotted with lights, quiet and peaceful.

"Then, the next task is very clear."

His voice was calm but carried unquestionable decisiveness. "Win over Class B, divide and exploit Class D, and at the same time, find a way to induce Class C to commit extreme acts."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three girls: "Our goal is—to make Sho Ryuuen's Class C lose all their points during the Comprehensive Assessment Period as much as possible. At the same time, we must also drive Class D into a dead end."

A meaningful light flashed in his eyes: "Let those two classes fight each other and consume each other. If the Supreme Masterpiece, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, truly has the ability, he will naturally make his move when the time comes. And this battle between Class C and Class D will be the first trial I present to him."

"Understood, Young Master!"

The three young girls replied in unison, their voices brimming with enthusiasm and loyalty.

Under the night sky outside the window, the campus remained tranquil.

Yet, beneath the lights of this dormitory, a massive chess game targeting the entire grade was quietly beginning to unfold.