Teacher's Office, partition room.
Yuki lounged casually against the sofa, legs propped up on the coffee table, acting as if the person in front of him wasn't Class D's homeroom teacher.
"I'll be straightforward, Instructor Chabashira. I want to buy an untraceable anonymous account. How many points will it cost?"
Each student ID could create two accounts: one public-facing for student communication, basically like WeChat, and another that was completely anonymous.
Yuki wanted to buy an extra one, since he couldn't be sure whether other students could use points to have the school trace accounts.
"You caught on fast."
Chabashira Sae nodded internally, a bit excited. Someone had finally understood the school's rules.
She happily lit a cigarette and said calmly, "Before that, let me ask you first, Amamiya Yuki. How far do you think you've understood the school's rules?"
"Instructor Chabashira, I'm the one asking questions right now. Didn't anyone teach you not to answer a question with another question?" Yuki replied with a teasing tone.
Yuki had zero reverence toward Chabashira Sae. He was a conglomerate heir to begin with, and her obsession with reaching Class A was her biggest weakness—easy to knead however he liked.
"So this is your attitude toward a teacher?"
Chabashira frowned slightly, half-joking as she threatened, "Looks like you've understood part of the rules, but with that attitude, I might refuse to answer your question."
"Of course. That's a teacher's freedom." After a brief pause, Yuki added mockingly, "But then I'll just ask another teacher. If I get an answer from someone else, then Instructor Chabashira… well, your evaluation."
He didn't finish the sentence, but Chabashira Sae understood perfectly.
Teachers were obligated to answer questions within the rules. Yuki's question was clearly within that scope, so she couldn't ignore it.
She felt both puzzled and excited.
No matter how Yuki had figured this out, at least it proved he was exceptionally sharp.
With Yuki's abilities, reaching Class A was entirely possible. That alone was enough.
"Wait here for a moment."
Chabashira exhaled a thin cloud of smoke and left the partition. Since Yuki didn't want to explain, she wouldn't force it.
She soon returned with two cans of black tea, handing one to him.
Yuki accepted it without hesitation, popping the tab and drinking it, fully aware this was Chabashira acknowledging his ability.
Only then did she say calmly, "There are roughly two types of anonymous accounts. A regular one costs five thousand personal points. A hard-to-trace one costs twenty thousand. Choose based on your needs."
"There's no account that's completely untraceable?" Yuki asked, puzzled.
Hearing this, Chabashira smiled. "No. Actually, both accounts are the same. The so-called 'hard to trace' just adds an extra rule. For example, if someone applies to the school to trace the account owner, they must pay two hundred times the buyer's personal points."
After a brief pause, she continued, "This school has existed for decades. Its rules cover almost everything. Even I can't see the full picture of them."
Her meaning was clear: don't treat a teacher's words as absolute truth. Even teachers hadn't fully figured out the school's rules.
Even in the original story, not all the rules ever surfaced. Naturally, Yuki would have to dig into them himself.
"Then I want to spend fifty thousand personal points to buy an untraceable account."
"Approved."
Yuki voluntarily raised the price. Everything was about safety—he wasn't about to put himself in danger.
To trace a twenty-thousand-point hidden account would require four million personal points.
And right now, school had just started. Each class had 1,000 class points, forty students per class—converted to personal points, that was four million.
Class A, which consistently held nearly 1,000 class points, effectively gained close to four million personal points every month. After expenses, saving over two million per month would already be impressive.
While it was unlikely anyone would spend four million points to trace a hidden account, Yuki still chose the fifty-thousand-point option to be safe.
Tracing that would cost ten million personal points. No one would make such a stupid choice—after all, twenty million points could save a student from expulsion.
Using those points to exchange for an excellent chess piece felt absolutely worth it to Yuki.
The two exchanged contact information. Chabashira quickly sent him an account. Clearly, the important part wasn't the technology, but the rules. Yuki immediately paid the fifty thousand personal points.
After receiving the account, Yuki asked again, "I want to buy another untraceable hidden account. How many personal points will that cost?"
"..."
Chabashira Sae couldn't help but smile. She was genuinely happy now. Yuki was clearly extremely intelligent and was continuously digging deeper into the rules.
The sincere smile of this mature beauty was devastatingly effective—few people ever got to see Chabashira smile like this.
But Yuki had no interest in appreciating it. Before she replied, he frowned and probed, "You can't answer?"
"You can't afford it."
Chabashira lit another cigarette, avoiding a direct answer.
Can't afford it…
Yuki frowned and took a sip of black tea.
She couldn't answer directly, but she'd given him even more information indirectly.
Buying accounts repeatedly caused the price to increase step by step, and it definitely exceeded the fifty thousand personal points he currently had.
The school must have extremely detailed rules for this—even procedures for how teachers should answer.
But—
It was only the beginning of the term. Everyone started with one hundred thousand points. Chabashira obviously knew that.
Yet she only said he couldn't afford it, without giving a number. That was fine for now, but after a few months, how would she answer the same question?
Once personal points became uncontrollable variables, could she still just say "can't afford it"?
And what standard was she using to judge whether a student had sufficient purchasing power?
The most likely explanation—
Chabashira Sae had the authority to know students' personal points, or at least Class D's personal points.
But that wasn't the important part.
What mattered was this.
From this alone, it seemed the school treated the homeroom teacher and students as a single unit.
Though the original story hadn't shown it yet, the true leader of Class D was actually Chabashira Sae. Future exams would require students and homeroom teacher to work together to reach Class A.
Chabashira herself also believed that reaching Class A as a homeroom teacher would fulfill her obsession.
Looks like I'll need a chance to control Chabashira Sae.
Yuki stood up directly. "That's enough for today, then. I'll take my leave."
"Huh? You don't have any other questions?" Chabashira was a bit caught off guard. You still haven't asked the most important one.
"No need."
Yuki instantly returned to his bright, cheerful smile and politely took his leave.
S System.
Things he already understood didn't need to be flaunted in front of Chabashira. This wasn't particularly impressive information anyway—practical benefits mattered more to him.
He still had more important things to do.