In fact, after the information is refreshed, they always want to attack me!

How embarrassing would it be if I didn't recognize him?

"It's me, Karuizawa Megumi, Shimizu-san. How come you can't even recognize me?" The voice from outside the door carried a hint of coquettishness.

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

Isn't it perfectly reasonable to not be able to tell?

If you could recognize someone just by their voice, that would be truly terrifying.

After all, they were just classmates who had exchanged a few words.

He really couldn't figure out the purpose of this uninvited guest's visit.

However, since they're already standing at the door...

After a slight hesitation, Shimizu Akira went up and slowly opened the door.

"Shimizu...Wow! Why aren't you dressed?!" Karuizawa Kei was secretly complaining that the other person was taking too long to open the door, but unexpectedly, what came into view was the boy's naked upper body.

The powerful muscles, taut from the workout, gleamed with a healthy sheen under the lights.

Karuizawa Kei's gaze was held captive by a magnet, unable to look away.

(That figure...it's just too unfair!)

Akira Shimizu's physique is astonishingly good, even surpassing that of the male models that Kei Karuizawa recently appeared on in fashion magazines.

(Come to think of it, I touched it once before.)

She suddenly remembered that last week, in order to get along better with Shimizu Akira, she had deliberately scratched his abdomen.

She remembers the feeling clearly—it was hard and solid, and it felt inexplicably good to touch.

This made her unconsciously overlap her current feelings with those of that time.

The heartbeat coming from my chest became unusually clear.

(Could this be... sexual tension?)

That kind of attraction that needs no words and stems purely from biological instinct.

Just like wild animals are attracted to their stronger counterparts.

Moreover, she was a girl who was extremely insecure.

(No way! I'm not some animal going through a certain phase!)

She muttered something to herself, but finally forced herself to look away from the other person.

However, Akira Shimizu saw this perfectly clearly.

He wasn't blind; Karuizawa Kei had been staring at him for several seconds. How could he not notice such a commotion?

"Karuizawa-kun... something's wrong with you. Wasn't touching you last time enough?" Shimizu Akira continued.

Glancing at him briefly is fine, but what's the point of staring at him for a full eight seconds?

You're so lusting after his body, aren't you?

"Uh... You! Hurry up and put your clothes on! Really!" Karuizawa Megumi's earlobes instantly turned red. She gently pushed him and casually grabbed his short-sleeved shirt from the bed and threw it at him.

However, after throwing away the clothes, she didn't go out; she just silently turned her back to him.

"..." Shimizu Akira didn't say much, watching her back as he slowly put on his short-sleeved shirt.

"It's changed," he called out.

"Speaking of which, you didn't come all this way just to smell my sweat, did you?" Shimizu Akira casually picked up the towel draped over the back of the chair and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his neck.

Karuizawa Megumi turned around, her blush not yet completely gone, but she already had her usual slightly spoiled expression: "Who came all this way on purpose! I just happened to be passing by and remembered that I had something to ask you."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"You haven't shown up at the boxing club these past two days! I've been going all by myself."

"The minister told me to try not to go, saying that I would affect the training of other freshmen."

"Huh? What impact? I think that black guy in Class C has about the same physical fitness as you."

Akira Shimizu raised an eyebrow slightly. "As the manager, you shouldn't say things like that in front of them. You'll get beaten up. I won't help you then; you asked for it."

He had a vague idea of ​​who the other person was talking about; it was probably a first-year student in Class C, but he couldn't remember the exact name for the moment.

Upon hearing this, Karuizawa Kei stiffened, realizing her slip of the tongue. She quickly coughed twice to cover her embarrassment: "...I understand."

After hesitating for a moment, she stammered, "Um... the message I sent you last time wasn't about not having enough points... Anyway, I'll definitely pay you what's due, so you don't need to worry about that..."

Akira Shimizu watched the other person's slightly stiff movements and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

The class fees alone amounted to 25,000 points, not to mention the additional expenses required for the operation of the monitoring system.

Akira Shimizu secretly calculated in his mind that the number in the other party's account had probably already run out, and might even have fallen into negative territory.

At this point, are you still trying to be tough?

Just then, Karuizawa Megumi's phone rang.

She casually pulled her phone out of her pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Qianqiu? What's up at this hour?"

"What? Kikyo Kushida came to your dorm? And it was about the class funds again?"

"I absolutely will not hand it over! And you're not allowed to agree to it either! Didn't the four of us already agree to stand together through thick and thin?"

"Huh? You said you were looking for me again? But I'm not in the dorm right now!"

"...Actually, I'm in... in Shimizu-kun's room right now! Don't get the wrong idea! We're just discussing club activities!"

After hanging up the phone, Karuizawa Megumi's fingers began to tap rapidly on the phone screen again.

Akira Shimizu, who was standing nearby, also heard the entire conversation clearly.

It seems that the reason why that group of hot girls in Class D has been delaying paying their class fees is because of Karuizawa Megumi.

However, in Shimizu Akira's judgment, the person involved may not have considered that much; it was simply that they didn't have enough points to pay their class fees.

Chapter 76: Here's an explanation of the surveillance issue.

I thought I had explained things clearly to the president, but it seems some readers still haven't fully understood. So, I'll explain it in more detail here:

Article 1: Renting surveillance cameras can prevent your class from having points deducted in the future.

This shouldn't be hard to understand—all classes now understand the daily conduct rules, and behaviors like using mobile phones or talking in class will result in point deductions. Renting surveillance cameras and deleting the data at the end of the month will completely prevent point deductions.

Article 2: Deleting previous monitoring data can recover class points.

The violation data from the first two weeks (other classes were unaware of this; the monitoring data from the first week had already been taken by the school, a fact that was only communicated to Shimizu Akira) can be completely deleted. In this way, the four classes can theoretically regain over 900 class points.

Article 3: The concern that Akira Shimizu might sell the surveillance privileges to others is actually the biggest concern for both Class A and Class B.

Although the school clearly informed Shimizu Akira that he could not sell the surveillance rights to other classes, this does not mean that other classes were aware of this rule.

This creates an information gap—even though Classes A and B didn't lose many points for violations, the surveillance data from those two weeks is still real. Every word spoken by the leaders of Classes A and B, and every action taken by each person, was completely recorded. If this information is leaked to rival classes, it's like giving them "X-ray vision," allowing them to analyze their movements in advance.

This is what Class A and Class B value most.

Article 4: Psychological pressure. Being watched is never a pleasant experience.

Chapter 77: 075 Matsushita Chiaki's Sudden Visit

Karuizawa Megumi's reason for refusing to pay class fees was ostensibly financial difficulties—she genuinely didn't have any extra points.

But there are actually deeper reasons.

Because she needed to play a role that fit the "hot girl" persona, someone who was indifferent to class affairs and disregarded the requirements of class officers.

Just like the girls who bullied her in junior high, they also used the same attitude, contemptuously ignoring the class monitor's urging, even with mocking smiles.

Ironically, she now seems to be gradually becoming the very thing she once hated, showing the smile she once despised and making the gestures she once loathed.

However, Karuizawa Kei's "gyaru" image is ultimately just a facade.

Although she deliberately acted strong and willful, she never truly crossed that line—she did not deliberately ostracize the girls in the class like the perpetrators of the past, nor did she form cliques or create countless small chat groups to isolate others, and she certainly did not grope female classmates in the girls' restroom.

At the beginning of the semester, she did have such a thought.

Perhaps for self-protection, or perhaps to avoid becoming a victim of bullying again, she even considered whether to treat others in the same way as her former perpetrators.

But in the end, she stopped before that boundary.

Isn't this a tragic cycle? Former victims now mimic the behavior of perpetrators, yet they can never become true perpetrators.

On the first day of school, she quickly became friends with Maya Sato, Chiaki Matsushita, and Nene Mori.

This is not simply about making friends.

In her shrewd calculations, establishing friendships with these three meant building her own little circle within the class—the first protective wall she erected for herself in an unfamiliar environment.

Among them, Maya Sato was the one she cared about the most.

This girl, who exudes the typical sexy vibe in every gesture, is, in a sense, the quintessential cheerful sexy girl.

The other person's well-timed body language and energetic way of speaking are all subjects she needs to study and learn from.

After all, in this dog-eat-dog world of school life, she was willing to do anything to avoid repeating the same mistakes.

At this moment, she is fully focused on typing in a small group chat of four people.

Karuizawa Megumi: Absolutely not! I strongly disagree! Since we already know the information, why should we pay those 25,000 points?

After sending the message, she silently apologized to the mysterious person in her heart.

(Sorry... although this information is indeed worth the price... but to maintain my persona... although! mainly because I really have no idea what I'm doing!)

Maya Sato: ? Megumi, why are you being so particular about the class funds these past few days? That's strange!

Maya Sato: What's wrong with you?

Mori Nene: Yeah, that's true! Megumi seems especially stubborn this time!

Karuizawa Megumi's fingers froze instantly.

(Oops... wasn't my reaction "hot girl" enough? Aren't hot girls all this casual and willful?)

But even real hot girls are saying that...it seems I really did act too deliberately. Was I overacting?

(But... this is my first time being a hot girl...)

(I have absolutely no experience being a hot girl! I can copy what others do, but I just can't bring myself to bully them!)

Could it be that just because of that one sentence, my disguise will be exposed? And then I'll be kicked out of the group? And then, like before, I'll be... [in the bathroom] by them...

She already lacked a sense of security, and those unbearable scenes seemed to reappear before her eyes, causing even her phone screen to tremble slightly.

However, she quickly regained her composure.

Perhaps it's that old problem again—always over-interpreting other people's words.

The students were just making a few casual complaints; they shouldn't take it so seriously.

When she caught a glimpse of Akira Shimizu out of the corner of her eye, she felt as if she had grasped a lifeline, and her tense nerves immediately relaxed.

At least there's still Akira Shimizu.

She made a deal with the other party.

He will protect himself.

With him around, he will never repeat the mistakes he made in junior high school.

This time, the outcome will definitely be different.

On the other side, Shimizu Akira was completely unaware of the other's thoughts.

He keenly sensed that the other person's expression suddenly turned sour, but the moment their eyes met, those eyes seemed to be infused with some kind of power, and their previously wavering gaze instantly became firm.

(I can buff other people? How come I didn't know that?)

The other party's change of heart was too abrupt.

Before I could think further, a soft knock on the door broke the silence inside.

"Shimizu-san, this is Matsushita Chiaki..." A strange female voice came from outside the door, her tone hesitant. "I just heard Kei mention that she came to visit you. Is she here?"

Akira Shimizu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Chiaki Matsushita's self-introduction was concise and clear—his identity, purpose, and request were all stated clearly in one sentence, leaving no room for error.