Real teaching: Shadow Night's real strength-first classroom

It was a bit of an unexpected question, and her answer was very direct.

The orange-haired senior student refused outright.

Ying Ye Zhenshi didn't feel any regret at being rejected. He just continued to talk about his own reasoning, his eyes fixed on the senior sister's face.

"Since you won't tell me, let me guess. You should be making 20,000. 20,000 a month. If you have any big expenses, you'll have to take the free stuff given by the school, right? Especially for girls, this is a really embarrassing number."

"A score of 100 can earn you . The school probably didn't bother with the base-based conversion, as it wouldn't make much sense. Plus, they probably wanted to let the freshmen figure it out on their own, so they just left the scores for each grade on the blackboard."

"Based on the scores of all classes in the second and third grades, as well as the points we freshmen have earned, using the decimal system would be the most reasonable conversion. By that calculation, our freshmen have a score of 1000, so we've earned points. Whether we can continue to earn points every month depends on where our scores are."

"Tell me if I'm right."

When he mentioned 20,000, his expression became a little unnatural, and he felt as if everything had been seen through.

But she still maintained the demeanor of a senior student.

"That's amazing, but you can't say anything, senior. You should figure it out on your own."

"Is this junior from Class A, Grade 1?"

As expected, there are monsters in every grade. It feels so uncomfortable every time when I feel my intelligence is crushed. The orange-haired senior sighed.

Although he didn't admit it, his attitude was already very obvious.

I also looked at the surveillance camera on the podium above. It should have recorded everything they did.

She didn't leak this.

"I can't tell you. Thanks for the tip, senior. Since it's a secret from the first-year students, that situation is related to the exams for every grade. No matter if it's a teacher or a senior, if they leak it, they will be punished, even their class."

"Is that what happened?"

Ying Yezhen was muttering to himself.

"Stop, stop, stop, junior, stop talking."

"I didn't tell you anything, it's all just your guess."

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't thank me."

It wasn't just the orange-colored senior who couldn't stand it and kept waving her hands.

The other D class members nearby were also a little annoyed.

It's great to be smart and able to reason.

"It looks like it's a punishment for the class."

"If I mess up, our class will punish me too."

"That's why you're not allowed to change shifts, right? And the same goes for you guys. It's a punishment mechanism."

Ying Ye's true words made the senior sister cover her face directly and ignore everything.

It's so uncomfortable to feel like everything is being seen clearly. If I continue talking, I feel like my underwear will be seen through.

"If you're okay, just leave. We don't know anything."

"Of course I'm here for something. I still have a lot of questions. Why don't you tell me everything, Senior?"

After finally catching someone who was easy to bully, they were about to fleece him, but the students in Class D of Grade 3 had already expressed their diswelcome and quickly approached to block the way.

Then drive people away.

"Junior, if you have nothing else to do, please leave. We have something else to do in class."

"This is not your class, don't come in here, please leave now."

Even though other students in Class D approached and prevented him from making contact, Ying Ye still managed to get some information signals.

He said something to make these unfriendly seniors listen to him.

In the end, only after confirming that there was no way to continue harvesting did I choose to leave.

"Thank you all for your advice, seniors."

“I hope the seniors can get more points in the next exam.”

“If there is a chance to cooperate in the future, I will look for the seniors.”

Gradually perfecting his "One Hundred Thousand Whys", Ying Ye said goodbye and left under the watchful eyes of the seniors in Class D of Grade 3.

If you ignore the unwelcome looks from the group of people behind him, he would look like a cute little classmate who just came to visit.

"Don't come here again, you little bastard."

"Don't do that again, you asshole first-year."

"Who wants to cooperate with you, you annoying brat?"

After only a brief contact, the students in Class D of Grade 3 already disliked this junior. No one likes the feeling of being seen through, especially when the other party still desperately approaches and keeps guessing when they say they don't want to say anything.

Most importantly, I guessed it right.

The students in Class D of Grade 3 expressed rejection and resistance to their dear junior. They thought that the door would be improved when they came next time. When they saw him from a distance, they would close the door and weld it shut.

But for Ying Ye Zhenshi, he has already gained a lot, so it doesn’t matter.

The direction of the student union has been determined and we are moving towards it.

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Chapter 11: Horikita Manabu, Approaching the Truth

Hanging in the student union office.

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Only after hearing an invitation from inside did Ying Ye Zhenshi open the office door and enter.

The person who caught my eye was the student council president I had seen earlier in the gym.

"The name seems to be Horikita Manabu."

"I wonder if this has anything to do with Horikita Shizune."

Ying Ye Zhenshi didn't care at all and kept shouting other people's names, thinking about his own things.

"You are, a freshman, right?"

"What's the matter with the student union?"

Sitting at the desk, Horikita Manabu raised his glasses and spoke.

It is rare for freshmen to come to the Student Union on their first day at school.

Most people who receive huge wealth should squander it.

"Student Council President, I have some questions to ask, and of course, I also want to report some of my classmates' behavior problems."

The strange name came out of Ying Ye Zhen's mouth, and then he stated his purpose.

"what?"

"Report a classmate?"

It's normal to have questions.

But is it necessary to backstab your classmates on the first day? Or is it a problem with other grades?

Horikita Manabu was also a little surprised.

"It's like this, I want to ask the student council president."

"The number of points we freshmen can earn every month shouldn't be 10, right? It might be related to our daily performance."

"For example, if our performance is not good, points will be deducted. For example, if we have 1000 points now, we can get 10 points. As long as the score is less than 1000, the points will be reduced accordingly. The ratio of the scoring points to the points we get is to ."

Without caring whether Horikita Manabu minded or not, Yingye honestly told him all his guesses.

"..."

After hearing so much news, Horikita Manabu paused and carefully observed this new classmate.

I didn't expect that this freshman would know so much on the first day.

But he had no intention of answering the other party in detail.

What can be said can be said, and what cannot be said cannot be said.

"You should ask your homeroom teacher about these issues. The student union is not responsible for these matters."

"If you have any questions about the school rules and regulations, you can ask your homeroom teacher."

Just push the problem away.

But in this case, it is already obvious.

"Looks like I guessed right. I've already asked the other seniors, but none of them are willing to tell me. Plus, the homeroom teacher said something awkward, so the school must have blocked the news."

"Is this an assessment for us freshmen? Every freshman in every grade goes through this?"

"Do you want students to spend points to buy intelligence? Or do you want them to figure it out on their own?"

"If I remember correctly, school points can be used to purchase everything the school has?"

"News like this is something that is available in school, right? How many points do I need to buy it?"

Ying Ye Zhenshi stood in front of Horikita Manabu's desk and spoke face to face.

"You need to ask your homeroom teacher about these matters, but I can tell you one thing: school points can indeed be used to purchase everything the school has, whether it's items or intelligence. Even if you want to transfer classes, be exempted from school penalties, or even be expelled, as long as you have enough points, you can do it."

Being asked questions by his junior, Horikita Manabu did not disappoint.

In this student union office, there was a cute girl about 1.55 meters tall with short lavender hair tied into two buns on her head. She looked at this side in surprise when Ying Ye Zhenzhen was talking to Horikita Manabu.

"It seems points are more useful than I thought."

Yingye was really thinking about it.

I also have the idea of ​​collecting points in my mind.

At least you can't be expelled from school.

And eliminating the penalty for expulsion sounds very expensive.

"Can I ask how many points the penalty for expulsion is?"

"And the price of switching classes."

"2000 million points, regardless of whether you transfer to another class or drop out, that's the penalty."

Horikita Manabu spoke directly.

"Twenty million is a really difficult goal. It's no small sum. Is it just for the sake of so-called class unity? It's impossible for one person to come up with it alone."

Ying Ye looked really disgusted.

I really hate so-called class honors, groups and the like.

"Indeed, no student has ever managed to gather all the required numbers. Even if some students resorted to fraudulent means, they still haven't achieved it. The students who have achieved it have basically done so by gathering as a class."

Horikita Manabu explained.

"That's really interesting. The points in this school should be universal, whether it's for the seniors and us, or the staff of this school."

“You can transfer money at will.”

Ying Ye asked honestly.

"Yes, the points are universal. And you are really rude, junior. You ask too many questions."

It was the first time that Horikita Manabu encountered someone asking such a familiar question.

Even some third-grade students were afraid to communicate with him.

A freshman like this is definitely a social phobia.

"People are like that. The more you know, the more problems you have. You have to find a way to solve them. Let's trouble the student council president."

"I have another question. Is the school's punishment mechanism based on individual punishment or class punishment? If I do something bad, our class will be punished together, right?"

"There are all kinds of punishments. You can ask your homeroom teacher for the specifics."