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

Just then, he received a long-awaited phone call.

It turned out that the president called first.

He answered the phone without hesitation.

But what he heard on the other end of the phone completely stunned him.

"Nagamo, I have informed all the third-year students that I am prohibited from selling exam papers to you." Horikita Manabu's voice sounded more like a mundane announcement. "If you want the midterm exam papers, come and buy them from me with ten million points."

Chapter 151: 148 Ayanokouji insulted me as Yamauchi?

For Akira Shimizu, Saturdays and Sundays are more like legitimate days off.

Although he was only a student, he received a "salary" from the school—in the form of points, of course.

He now has over ten million points, enough to live quite comfortably for the next three years if he doesn't have to worry about transferring classes, and he can even save up a lot of money.

After all, there didn't seem to be any facilities in this school that required a lot of points.

...

At 6:20, the moment Shimizu Akira pushed open his door, the door next door opened at the same time, and Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's figure came into view.

He was carrying an empty trash can, so he must have just gone out to take out the trash.

He remembered that last time, thanks to the other party—it was Ayanokouji's reminder that allowed him to realize Kushida Kikyo's intentions in advance and turn on his phone to record in time.

Although he treated the other person to coffee afterwards as a thank you.

"Ayanokouji-san, want to go for a run together?" Shimizu Akira tentatively extended an invitation, his gaze falling on the other's calm face.

"Why did you invite me?" Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was slightly taken aback, his tone revealing little emotion.

"I always feel like there are several eyes watching me when I'm running, it feels like there are five people watching me." Shimizu Akira wasn't joking, but said very seriously, "With you by my side, I feel more at ease. As a thank you gift, breakfast is on me today."

“…Okay.” After a brief silence, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji surprisingly agreed immediately.

Akira Shimizu was stunned for a moment.

He was prepared to be rejected, since this classmate always seemed aloof, but he didn't expect him to be so decisive.

......

The two walked side by side on the path leading to the playground. The morning dew wet the grass by the roadside, and a faint fragrance of grass and trees floated in the air.

Akira Shimizu glanced at Ayanokouji beside him. Ayanokouji was wearing a simple tracksuit and walking at a moderate pace, but still had no expression.

"Speaking of which, does Ayanokouji-san usually run at this time?" Shimizu Akira broke the silence.

“Occasionally.” Ayanokouji’s answer was concise, his gaze fixed on the running track stretching ahead, as if measuring something.

The rubber track on the playground gleamed with a dark red luster in the morning light, and a few early-rising students were jogging.

As soon as Ayanokouji stepped onto the track, she subconsciously glanced around.

"What's wrong?" Shimizu Akira noticed his pause, stopped and turned to look at him.

"It's nothing." Ayanokouji composed herself and shook her head.

Akira Shimizu sped up and started running. "Let's go, let's see who finishes ten laps first."

The wind brushed past my ears, carrying the coolness of the morning.

Ayanokouji's running form wasn't exactly standard, but it was exceptionally steady. His breathing was so even it was like a metronome. No matter how fast or slow he went, he always maintained a half-step distance.

When he reached the third lap, Shimizu Akira deliberately accelerated to try and widen the gap, but when he looked back, Ayanokouji was still following behind at a moderate distance, his face showing no change, and he even turned his head to observe his surroundings.

The two maintained a parallel stance throughout, running the entire course at a leisurely pace.

They sat down to rest on a bench by the playground. Shimizu Akira was tugging at his shirt to cool off, while Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, standing beside him, took a few light breaths and suddenly said, "There are at least five first-year girls watching you run, as well as the chairman's office. And the student council. There are at least seven of them."

"Huh?" Shimizu Akira was taken aback, then realized that the other person was referring to the people monitoring him. "You were looking around just now because of this? Wait... were you looking around while you were running just to see this?"

Ayanokouji looked down at her hands, which were folded on her knees. "Hmm..."

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Shimizu Akira asked curiously.

Ayanokouji looked up towards the direction of the school building. "In the high-rise area where the first-year girls live, five windows had their curtains open at the same time when you were running. It was the same in the chairman's office and the student council area; someone deliberately opened the windows. Of course, there might be some coincidence involved, so you can pay attention when you run tomorrow."

Following his gaze, Shimizu Akira saw that the windows of the high-rise area were densely packed, most of them closed at the moment, with only a few open.

So! Masumi Kamuro and her friends really have nothing better to do than watch his live stream of running every morning, right?

“Shimizu-kun,” Ayanokouji’s gaze fell on his face, “you seem to know exactly who is watching you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t look so unsurprised.”

Akira Shimizu twitched the corner of his mouth. "Probably." There was a hint of helplessness in his voice. "A few people had already told me. But even knowing it was them, being watched like this the whole time still made me feel uncomfortable. But now that you mention it, it seems like the number of people doesn't match up at all, there are actually a few extra people."

He certainly knew exactly which individuals they were.

It's nothing more than Horikita Suzune, Kushida Kikyo, Kamuro Masumi, plus the chairman.

But to his utter surprise, there were also people in the student council watching him.

However, we can rule out the student council president first—Shimizu Akira doesn't think Horikita Manabu is the kind of person who would do such a pointless thing.

His gaze swept towards the student council office. He wondered which idle fellow was sitting inside.

Could it be Nagumo Masaru?

"Anyway, Ayanokouji-san, thank you for the analysis, although that wasn't my intention at all." Shimizu Akira stood up from the bench.

"?" Ayanokouji looked at him in surprise. "You invited me to go for a run just so I could help you get rid of the surveillance thing?"

"Uh... You're overthinking it!" Shimizu Akira looked at him speechlessly. "Who in their right mind would stare at the windows of the school building while running? Who would analyze so many things like you? It was just a simple invitation for you to run! At most, I'd ask someone to block the view of those few people for me."

"But last time, Yamauchi invited me out for a stroll. After calling me out, he bought me a drink and then asked me to help him create an opportunity for him to bump into Kushida-kun," Ayanokouji said seriously.

"?! You agreed? You think a bottle of soda will do you justice?"

"No, I declined because I'm not very familiar with Kushida-kun."

Akira Shimizu sensed that the other person's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Ayanokouji actually mistook him for Yamauchi!

This person is really good at insulting people indirectly!

Who are you calling Yamauchi?!

“I’m not Yamauchi. You just misjudged people! If Yamauchi were a decent person and considered you a friend, he wouldn’t have tried to fob you off with a bottle of soda.”

Chapter 152: 149 Today's Information: Karuizawa Megumi will be fired next Monday.

Seeing Ayanokouji's thoughtful expression, Shimizu Akira couldn't guess what he was thinking.

When a normal person asks someone to be their wingman, they wouldn't just offer a bottle of soda; they'd at least treat them to a decent meal.

Moreover, Ayanokouji is so capable in all aspects, so there's a very high chance he'll fulfill his promise.

Akira Shimizu couldn't help but speak up: "You're being used as a tool! You're too easy to please. The price for asking you to help is far too low."

"...A tool?" Ayanokouji glanced at Shimizu Akira with a strange look in his eyes, a look that was hard to describe.

Akira Shimizu couldn't tell whether he was genuinely ignorant or pretending, but in any case, the other party had indeed helped him this morning—he wouldn't be like Yamauchi, dismissing people with just a few hundred points.

“I’ll transfer 10,000 points to you as a thank you gift.” Shimizu Akira said without hesitation, “This matter has been bothering me for several days, so at least let me find out how many people are watching me.”

"Ten thousand points?"

If Ayanokouji remembers correctly, each person can only receive a minimum of 8,000 points this month.

In other words, the other party, like myself, hardly touched the points last month except for necessary expenses.

Even so, 10,000 points is by no means a small amount.

This is enough to show that the other party was genuinely grateful for his reminder.

Yamauchi had said he would treat him to a drink worth no more than 200 points, but this amount is now fifty times that of Yamauchi.

Later, Yamauchi even forced him to return the invitation because he hadn't kept his promise.

(Akira Shimizu is actually a very nice person.)

Ayanokouji silently drew a conclusion in his mind.

Last time I treated him to coffee, this time I invited him for a run, I reminded him not to be someone else's tool, and now I'm even willing to give him 10,000 points as a reward.

He was quite different from Hirata, the class's universally acknowledged nice guy.

Akira Shimizu's kindness seems to be directed only towards those he is interested in.

Just like how he treated Horikita Suzune.

In Ayanokouji's eyes, Shimizu Akira's abilities were outstanding in every aspect, and he should have been a top candidate for Class A.

If the other side can take the initiative to lead Class D forward, there is a high probability that they will be able to confront Class A head-on and put up a fight.

But the other person, just like me, had no interest in the rise and fall of the class.

In some ways, the two are quite similar.

"Let's go, change our clothes and have breakfast. Consider this a thank you for running with me."

"it is good."

The two went back to their dorms to change their clothes, and then walked together to the cafeteria.

During breakfast, Shimizu Akira casually complained that Ayanokouji's deliberate attempt to lower the score was too obvious, and suggested that he should just randomly lower the score next time. Ayanokouji seemed to suddenly come to his senses after hearing this, and nodded slightly.

It's hard to say how much of that nod was genuine and how much was just perfunctory.

The noisy chatter in the cafeteria, mixed with the clattering of cutlery, gave the seemingly random conversation a casual air.

Since there were no classes today, Akira Shimizu went straight back to his dorm after finishing his meal.

At 8 o'clock sharp, three new pieces of intelligence were updated on time:

[1. First-year student Kei Karuizawa from Class D will be officially dismissed by the boxing club captain next Monday due to repeated absences.]

2. Atsuomi Ayanokoji manages a secret educational institution known as the "White Room."

3. This afternoon at 6 PM, the school supermarket will offer a 20% discount on daily necessities.

Akira Shimizu frowned slightly; the amount of information in the first intelligence report was quite surprising to him.

Huh? She only took one day off, right?

He opened his phone and scrolled through the chat history—it was from a few days ago, when the other person said they were tired and only took one day off.

(Could it be that she hasn't been to the boxing club at all these past few days?)

Akira Shimizu twitched the corner of his mouth.

Taking a day off is understandable.

What's going on with taking several days in a row?

He remembered clearly that when he joined the boxing club, the club president made the rules very clear: he could ask for leave, but he had to explain the situation.

Unless there are special circumstances, you should never take more than three days of leave at once, otherwise it can be treated as dismissal.

After all, there are only a few managers in the boxing club, but a lot of members. If one person is missing, the remaining managers will have to shoulder double the workload, which is really unbearable.

As for the second piece of information, Shimizu Akira was completely baffled.

(What is the "white room"?)

(And who is Atsuomi Ayanokoji?)

However, judging from the name alone, the other party is most likely related to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. This information sounds unusual, and he dared not ask Ayanokouji rashly, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

Last piece of information! This is actually the most useful piece of information today.

"Oh, the supermarket has a 20% discount tonight. Perfect, I'll go stock up on some stuff," Shimizu Akira muttered.

Although I had plenty of points, I felt it would be a waste not to go shopping since it was a rare opportunity to get discounts, so I decided to go shopping that evening.

After reading the three pieces of information, since I don't have classes this weekend, I should relax a bit.

The laptop that the chairman gave him was still on the table. Akira Shimizu suddenly remembered that when he chatted with Hideo Sotomura last time, the other man mentioned that "Mother Hen Card" had a second season.

We need to take a look right away.

As he thought about it, he turned on his computer, searched for resources for "Mother Hen Card" on a video website, and casually used his points to buy a membership. He decided to start watching from the first episode of MyGo again—after all, it had been quite a while since he last watched the show, and it would be more enjoyable to rewatch it from the beginning.

However, when he watched the third episode, those dormant memories suddenly flooded back, and the direction of all the subsequent plots instantly became clear in his mind.

As I recall, there was an exceptionally explosive plot twist in episode eight.