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

A blond senior student leaned back lazily in his chair, enjoying the parfait offered by the female senior opposite him with his eyes closed.

The senior student carefully used a spoon to bring the dessert to his lips, with a flattering smile on her face.

"Vice President Nan Yun! I used all my points this month to treat you to desserts on a date..." The senior's voice carried a hint of coquetry.

"Not bad." The blond senior casually swallowed his dessert, a haughty smile playing on his lips. "You can skip next month's tribute."

"Oh, right, the midterm exams are in a few weeks." The blond-haired boy named Nan Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his long fingers lightly tapping the table. "Remember, your class is not allowed to buy exam papers from the seniors privately."

He casually straightened his cuffs. "Only one exam paper is needed for the entire second year of high school. I'll handle it all. If anyone dares to waste my points..."

"I understand!" The senior student nodded hurriedly, the silver spoon in her hand trembling slightly.

"Be good." Nagumo grinned like a predator. "Maybe... I'll reserve a special recommendation spot for you before graduation."

He leaned back in his chair, lazily opening his mouth: "Continue."

"Yes!" The senior student immediately perked up and carefully scooped up a spoonful of matcha ice cream.

Akira Shimizu calmly withdrew his gaze.

(So ​​that's how it is... Is this the legendary Vice President Nagumo Masa?)

The other party's arrogant demeanor was just like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Relying on his title as vice president of the student council and his astronomical number of personal points, he indulged in privileges without restraint at school.

He caught a glimpse of the senior student's forced smile out of the corner of his eye. This was no date of mutual consent; it was clearly a blatant transaction.

Beneath that senior's trembling eyelashes, what was hidden was probably not admiration, but rather a desire for points.

("One is enough"—is this a case of treating all of Class C's personal points as their own private coffers?)

This person's arrogance is, in some ways, far more unsettling than that of Sakayanagi Arisu.

At least when Sakayanagi Arisu was doing things, she never treated the class funds as her own private points to squander.

That sense of entitlement is more irritating than any deliberate provocation.

What concerned him even more was Nanyun's control over class affairs.

The fact that the vice president could so easily interfere with Class C's purchase of exam papers shows that his influence has penetrated into the class's internal management.

Could the other party possibly have the power to directly interfere with all decisions made by the four classes in the second year of high school? That would be terrifying.

"Shimizu-kun?" Kushida's voice pulled him back to reality. "If you keep spacing out, you'll fail the challenge!"

"Huh? Aren't you going to eat?" When Shimizu Akira came back to his senses, he saw the bowl of parfait piled up like a small mountain in front of him, with the tips of the strawberries still covered in icing sugar.

"I'm sorry, Shimizu-kun." Kikyo Kushida gently pressed her lower abdomen, her voice soft and sweet. "I suddenly felt a little unwell while taking a shower today, so I can only watch you eat."

Shimizu Akira stared at her hand on her stomach, but he knew perfectly well what was going on—who would deliberately go to an ice cream shop when they weren't feeling well?

It was clearly intended for him to handle this enormous parfait alone.

He couldn't help but frown as the ice melted on his tongue.

(Huh? When did I offend her?)

(I praised her this morning for taking good care of herself and being kind to herself, so why is she suddenly "targeting" me?)

He scooped up a large spoonful of cream and stuffed it into his mouth. As his tongue went numb from the cold, he caught a glimpse of Kikyo Kushida's smiling eyes hidden behind the cup—that hint of doubt suddenly turned into a helpless, silent laugh.

childish!

Chapter 116: 114 Kushida-kun, why are you rewarding me again?

However, Akira Shimizu simply put down his spoon.

Kikyo Kushida noticed this, and she ordered herself a room-temperature mango juice, leisurely sipping it through the straw.

(It must be so cold, you can't stand it!)

She brought Shimizu Akira here on purpose, wanting to see him get his comeuppance.

I didn't expect that the other person would stop after only two or three bites; they were too easily amused.

(What a small fry!)

"Seven minutes left, Shimizu-kun, do your best!" Kikyo Kushida glanced at the countdown clock on the table, then at the almost untouched parfait in front of him, her tone filled with barely concealed urging.

Akira Shimizu shook his head, tapping his fingertip on the rim of his glass. "Let's just pay the points. After all, it's a set meal for two, and generally speaking, an average person definitely can't finish it within the allotted time. I can afford a little over a thousand points."

(Giving up already?)

Kikyo Kushida muttered to herself.

Eating just a few bites of parfait, what kind of punishment is that?

She hadn't had enough of his pained expression, looking like he was trying to hold back his headache.

(Speaking of which, Shimizu Akira shouldn't be lacking in numbers, right?)

She suddenly remembered that she had given him 80,000 points last month—in other words, there was no way he would force himself to pay just to get a free meal.

"Kushida-kun, so, you really want me to finish this parfait?" Shimizu Akira suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather.

(He figured it out? Well, he's not stupid.)

(There's no benefit to eating ice cream, so why put in so much effort?)

Kikyo Kushida paused, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over the countdown—only six minutes left.

She couldn't help but lower her head, and her expression immediately changed.

(Could it be that they want me to offer a prize?)

(That's probably what he meant!)

(This guy! He really won't do anything without a benefit!)

(I've already gone out on a date with you, aren't you satisfied?)

(No way, this time I'm going to make him eat until he's stuck in the toilet for half a day!)

She had already decided to make him eat the whole parfait—who told this guy to get so cocky lately, daring to say "she's very good to me"?

But clearly, the other party isn't stupid; they would never do something without an extra benefit.

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to go all out and offer some bait.

"Shimizu-kun, if you eat all the parfaits... I can let you rest your head on my lap for three minutes." She deliberately acted shy, her voice timid, but her eyes were fixed on the time on the table—only five minutes left.

(Five minutes! I don't believe you can finish it!)

(This guy definitely likes me a little. If I throw out the bait of putting my head on his knee, he'll definitely fight tooth and nail!)

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw Shimizu Akira pause for a moment.

But the next second, what the other person said almost made her explode with anger.

"Kushida-kun, why are you rewarding me again?" Shimizu Akira's tone was genuine, filled with real doubt. "You've already done enough for me, there's no need for this."

(When did I ever reward him?)

(No way? Can anyone really finish such a huge parfait in five minutes?)

She was looking down and secretly sneering when she heard a gurgling sound of swallowing.

Looking up, Kikyo Kushida was stunned again.

Akira Shimizu had somehow picked up the largest spoon and was stuffing parfaits into his mouth with almost mechanical speed.

The pace of her eating was so fast, like a competitive eating contest on TV, that she forgot to blink.

At least in reality, she had never seen anyone eat ice cream like that.

"Don't you feel cold? Doesn't your head hurt?!" she couldn't help but ask, her voice a little strained.

"Hmm... It's okay." The other person immediately put down the spoon, their tone unusually calm. "It was quite cold at first, but my body has gotten used to the temperature. Eating this in the summer is actually quite refreshing."

(Is this guy serious? What do you mean by "my body has adapted"?!)

She stared at his actions and realized he really wasn't acting—he stuffed huge mouthfuls of ice cream into his mouth without even flinching.

(What kind of physical fitness is this? Is this guy really an ordinary person? Come to think of it, he really does get up at 5:30 every day to exercise and runs every day.)

When Horikita Suzune mentioned this last month, she was still skeptical.

But she herself gets up early and spends time getting ready. Every day when she looks out the window, she can always see Akira Shimizu standing on the playground.

Without fail, ten laps a day.

In the past few days, she has even developed a habit—the first thing she does when she opens the curtains in the morning is to see if he is there.

(Exercising... seems to actually help a little? No! It's incredibly helpful!)

(But it shouldn't have absolutely no lasting effects if you just keep eating like this!)

She recalled that when she ate ice cream, she always took small sips, and it would take her a long time to recover after just one bite.

Looking at the scene before me again, I suddenly felt a little unbelievable.

(Could it be that he deliberately bribed the waiter to cheat?)

The moment the thought popped into her head, Kikyo Kushida was taken aback—she certainly wouldn't have thought that way about anyone else, but it was Akira Shimizu.

This might not be a proper cold drink at all, but rather a "fake ice cream" that has been tampered with. As for why it can remain solid, it's simply because some strange ingredients have been added.

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, so she simply picked up her spoon, scooped a small spoonful from the rim of the cup, and put it in her mouth.

(So ​​cold! Damn it! What a lousy business, how come it's so much colder than the ice cream I usually get!)

The icy touch instantly shot from the tip of her tongue to the top of her head. She couldn't help but curse under her breath as her temples throbbed with pain, and she subconsciously raised her hand to rub them.

The ice level in this parfait is clearly too high.

Kikyo Kushida finally understood that the business's "eat and get free" promotion was intentional—who could wolf down their food while standing on such frozen ice?

(This is a shady business! They never intended to give it away for free! It's freezing cold! I have to give them a one-star review!)

"Hmm?" Shimizu Akira across from her seemed to notice her movement, stopped eating, and looked over.

"Aren't you feeling unwell and unable to eat ice cream?"

"Uh... I couldn't resist taking a little bite." Kikyo Kushida immediately put on a wronged expression, like a kitten caught red-handed, her fingertips still clutching the spoon she hadn't put down.

"Oh, then be careful not to get a stomachache." Shimizu Akira's tone was emotionless as he scooped up another spoonful of parfait.

"Probably not, I only took a small bite." She quickly waved her hand, but couldn't help but remind her, "But you, Shimizu, eating so fast, be careful not to get a cold stomach."

"Don't worry about me." Shimizu Akira swallowed the ice crystals in his mouth, his voice slightly misty. "I've never been sick in my life. A minor ailment like an upset stomach is impossible for me."

As he said this, he shoveled another large spoonful into his mouth without changing his expression.

As Kikyo Kushida watched the curve of his Adam's apple bobbing, she suddenly realized that his statement "never been sick" might not have been an exaggeration—at least his resistance to cold was indeed something that ordinary people couldn't match.

I have a bad feeling about this again.

Chapter 117: 115 I'm not the kind of bad person who would give a bad review.

Kikyo Kushida's ominous premonition soon came true.

The huge parfait in front of the two of them was completely empty.

She only tasted the first small bite, and the rest was completely devoured by Shimizu Akira.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted to the countdown timer on the table.

There are exactly two minutes left.

(That bastard... how dare he trick me!)

At this moment, Kikyo Kushida finally realized what was going on.

The other person's initial act of pretending they couldn't eat ice cream was clearly an act!

Was it all just to trick her into giving him "benefits"?

"Didn't you say you couldn't eat parfait?" Kikyo Kushida asked, forcing a smile.

"Under normal circumstances, I really can't eat! But I'm sorry—" Shimizu Akira put down his spoon, shrugged, "I'm not an ordinary person."

His physique was clearly different from that of ordinary people.

Although I did get a headache from the cold at first, after a few bites, my body seemed to adapt to the temperature, and I ate more and more smoothly.

However, he didn't expect the other party to offer "benefits" on their own initiative.