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The time came to Friday.
When Akira finished his morning exercise, fine beads of sweat still hung on his forehead.
He picked up his phone and first sent a message to Student Council President Horikita Manabu.
{Before 7 PM tonight, the leaders of several classes should be coming to the Student Council to sign the formal agreement. I'll trouble the President with this.}
After sending the message.
Akira then realized that he'd indeed troubled the President quite a bit these past few days. Although the other party had said he owed him a favor... today was Friday, after all. Asking someone to work overtime felt a bit bad.
The phone quickly vibrated. Horikita Manabu's reply was short and powerful. {Understood.}
Akira stared at the screen and mumbled.
"I made him work overtime again..."
'How about... taking care of his sister?'
He narrowed his eyes, as if he saw the President's stern face possibly revealing a relieved smile.
But upon closer thought, he immediately felt that it must be his own fantasy.
Horikita Manabu's smile would be too terrifying.
That serious man didn't seem like the type to smile.
When he returned to his seat in the classroom, the familiar system notification sound rang out precisely.
[Ding! Today's information has been updated]
[1. Kushida Kikyo's blood type is A]
[2. In May, the first person to deduce Shimizu Akira's disguised identity was Shiina Hiyori from first-year Class C]
[3. Advanced Nurturing High School's point system, in order to simulate society, has a lending function linked to the social credit system, and will automatically deduct outstanding debts when points are issued at the beginning of each month]
Akira rubbed his eyes, suspecting he'd misread the second piece of information—his name had appeared on the information system?
Who said Akira's information wasn't information? This didn't seem to be a problem either.
But the other party had actually seen through his disguised identity? Did it mean seeing through his alternate account's identity?
First-year Class C, there was actually such a person? Akira couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
It wasn't that he looked down on Class C, but when he watched the surveillance yesterday, his eyes were filled with Ryuuen suppressing the entire scene like a tyrant. As for the others, he hadn't paid much attention.
'Shiina Hiyori, huh? Deduction... Does that mean the other party is like a detective? It seems Class C isn't as weak as I imagined.'
After reading this one, Akira continued to the third.
'Hmm? I can even borrow money? Interesting.'
He'd originally been wondering what would happen if other classes couldn't pay their private points, but he hadn't expected the school to have such a policy.
After all, this was a simulated society. Thinking about it carefully, such rules already existed in real society.
Student loans and the like were not uncommon.
"Remember to come to tutoring on time after school today," Horikita's cool voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Yes, I remember," Akira replied softly, his gaze still on the textbook in his hand.
They'd indeed arranged their tutoring schedule for this week.
"Your math and English scores are clearly excellent," Horikita frowned slightly, her fingertip gently tapping the desk. "Why is your Japanese Language so poor?"
As his deskmate, Horikita had witnessed this over the past few days.
In English class, the English Akira spoke when answering the teacher's questions was even more standard than the teacher's. In math class, the answers he blurted out often took her more than ten seconds to figure out.
Akira was clearly not stupid. On the contrary, he was very intelligent.
It was just that for some reason, his Japanese Language scores were always poor. This extreme academic imbalance was truly perplexing.
"Hmm... I guess I'm just naturally bad at it," Akira replied simply, but his gaze fell on the rice ball in her hand—the rice ball had no convenience store packaging, only wrapped in a plastic bag.
"Could it be a handmade rice ball?"
"...! After all, all my points went to you." Horikita put the rice ball in her mouth and slowly chewed.
Akira thought for a moment. The other party probably really couldn't even scrape together five thousand points.
How pitiful.
For her brother's sake, and for her being his future tutor, perhaps he should treat her to a good meal.
"I'll take you out for a big dinner tonight," he thought for a moment, then said.
"...Reason?" Horikita was startled. She'd intended to refuse but then remembered that she should indeed learn to change her personality, so she asked.
"To flatter you, my 'teacher.' After all, I don't want to fail the exam, and this way I'll feel more at ease. Ultimately, it's for my own sake," Akira replied casually.
"...Flatter me? Then let's see how much you're willing to spend." Hearing this, Horikita thought for a moment and still agreed.
Some people indeed feel uncomfortable asking for a favor without treating the person to a meal.
Akira was most likely lying, but she quickly thought that Akira had already taken one hundred five thousand of her points, so one meal was really nothing.
"Making sure you're full shouldn't be a problem," Akira calculated in his mind. He was about to receive a large sum of points, so he wouldn't have to be so stingy about spending them.
During their conversation, Kushida suddenly cleared her throat and slowly walked onto the podium.
"Um, everyone, starting today, I am the class representative for first-year Class D."
Hirata also walked forward, smiling as he said, "This time, I've completely lost to Kushida-san. This month, I'll serve as her assistant and help with her work."
"Congratulations, Kushida-san!"
"Damn it, Shimizu got there first!"
"I want to go on a date with Kushida-san too..."
Some students applauded, while other male students looked at Akira with envious eyes.
"A date? Did you campaign for her?" Horikita heard this and her gaze pierced Akira.
This wasn't out of jealousy, but purely an instinctive alertness to this abnormal behavior.
After all, from what she knew of that person, he was definitely not the type to make a losing deal.
"She paid points," Akira explained briefly.
"...How much?"
"Eighty thousand..."
"Eighty thousand?" Horikita seemed to have thought of something and said, "I'll pay this money. Campaign for me in next month's class representative election."
Her tone was resolute. She'd clearly calculated the value of this transaction.
"...You want to run for class representative too?" Akira immediately understood, his voice tinged with surprise.
"Of course." Horikita straightened her back. "I told you, didn't I? Since I've been placed in Class D, I will lead this class—to the top of Class A."
"Pfft." Akira looked at the other party's serious expression and immediately burst out laughing.
Although he'd previously said that the future Horikita might become one of the leaders of Class D.
But the current her was clearly far from that level.
Was Horikita drinking fake alcohol or something? How many peanuts did she have?
"What are you laughing at!"
"Nothing, I'm just laughing at you."