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Akira was the top student in the class for both Mathematics and English.
No one in the class could surpass his scores.
The reason, in fact, was very simple—the difficulty of the test papers was simply too high.
The last few major problems in each subject clearly exceeded the knowledge scope of first-year high school students.
Especially the Mathematics paper, which even included problems related to matrices.
How many first-year high school students could solve such problems?
Even as bonus questions, the difficulty coefficient was ridiculously high.
The difficulty of the last major question in each subject was even more astonishing.
For an ordinary first-year high school student, getting a perfect score was almost impossible.
'Am I in the Chunin written exam scene from "Naruto"?'
Akira immediately made this association.
The Chunin Exam—deliberately setting questions beyond the curriculum, planting perfect-score candidates, and even allowing five cheats before disqualification.
This was perfectly reasonable, as they were selecting ninjas, testing their intelligence gathering, reconnaissance abilities, and ninjutsu.
But this was just an ordinary school, and he was just an ordinary student.
Ordinary people simply couldn't get a perfect score, nor could they cheat.
Once caught cheating, all that awaited him were a cold zero and disciplinary action according to school rules.
The regulations in the Student Handbook were clear, leaving no room for negotiation.
However, since the school authorities deliberately designed such an exam, just like the first month, there must be a hidden catch.
'Could it be... this is the hidden assessment for the second month?'
Once this thought surfaced, all the anomalies had a reasonable explanation.
A phone notification suddenly rang, interrupting Akira's thoughts.
He put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone, and saw a message from Kamuro—
{I underestimated you guys; I thought you'd get a big fat zero.}
Akira raised an eyebrow. It seemed Class A already knew that Class D had obtained five hundred thirty class points. Was this message... a compliment?
After a month of interaction, Akira could automatically filter out the tsundere elements in her words and translate the true meaning.
For example, this sentence probably meant: "To get five hundred thirty class points, well done, Shimizu Akira!"
—Well, perhaps she wasn't that straightforward, but at least that was the core meaning.
However, as soon as the message showed as read, the sender quickly recalled it.
Before Akira could ponder further, Kamuro sent a new message:
{Where's your dorm?!}
Akira thought for a moment, then slowly typed a reply:
{402, what's wrong, Kamuro-san?}
The next second, her message came with a murderous aura—
{Good! I'll come find you at seven tonight! Before I arrive, you'd better reflect on your mistakes, or else, prepare to die!}
Even through the screen, Akira could feel her raging anger.
'Hmm? Has my hidden identity been exposed? But that shouldn't make her this angry...'
'Or... was the bet with Sakayanagi on the first day of school discovered?'
'That's probably the only possibility.'
Akira couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Strictly speaking, he did prevent Kamuro's theft, but as a party to the bet, she would undoubtedly feel offended, no matter what.
In all fairness, Kamuro had actually been very kind to him—reminding him to spend fewer points, treating him to meals, and even lending him money.
But soon, he realized: Kamuro couldn't have known about this out of thin air—someone must have deliberately leaked it to her.
"Could it be that little brat?!"
He thought for a moment and quickly sent a message to a certain someone:
{Was it you?}
The other person replied almost instantly with a question mark—
{?}
Akira looked at the screen and suddenly had a subtle sense of déjà vu.
'This scene... why does it feel so familiar?'
He suddenly remembered that last time, the other person had also abruptly sent a "Was it you?", and he himself had replied with a question mark.
'This person's capacity for holding grudges is beyond my expectations...'
Akira typed a line.
{Was it intentional or accidental?}
Sakayanagi's reply carried a clear hint of playfulness:
{Hehe... Of course, it was accidental. I thought she already knew~}
Akira understood instantly—this was definitely a premeditated "accident."
At this point, the other person suddenly changed the subject:
{I want to recruit Kamuro Masumi as a helper. Can you help me persuade her?}
{No.} Akira replied decisively. {I am neither your subordinate nor obligated to cooperate with your plans.}
What puzzled him even more was where the other person got the confidence to think he would help? With Kamuro's stubborn personality, it would be impossible to persuade her.
Moreover, Akira had already warned Kamuro to be wary of Sakayanagi. Now, it seemed the other person was likely to hit a wall again.
Sure enough, Sakayanagi quickly sent a new invitation:
{Want to make a bet? Let's bet that I can win over Kamuro Masumi within a week.}
{No bet.} Akira flatly refused. {You should save your points.}
This refusal had two considerations: first, he didn't lack points at all; second, Kamuro was angry about a similar matter, and as a friend, agreeing would undoubtedly be like dancing on her grave.
{Ninety-five thousand points? Bet or not?!}
Akira was instantly dumbfounded.
Had the other person become completely addicted to gambling or what?!
{You should keep your points for yourself! I'm still eating, so I won't chat with you anymore!}
After saying this, he ignored the protesting messages from the other person and directly closed the chat history.
'So, how should I appease Kamuro?'
He suddenly remembered what she'd once said—Unless you prostrate yourself and let me step on your face, don't even think about me forgiving you!
Akira's mouth twitched.
Although he had to admit, Kamuro's long, beautiful legs were indeed pleasing to the eye, especially when encased in black stockings, their curves were so exquisite that one couldn't help but want to...
'Wait, stop!'
He shook his head abruptly, shaking off that dangerous thought.
Being stepped on the face was out of the question—he didn't have such a peculiar fetish.
Thinking about it carefully, this wasn't really a difficult problem.
Although Kamuro had a strong personality, she wasn't an unreasonable person at heart.
Akira never felt that apologizing would damage any male dignity—much less when the other person was Kamuro.
When girls said angry things, they often just wanted to see the other person's submissive attitude.
'If I honestly admit my mistake, she should forgive me... probably?'
'It seems Room 402 tonight is destined to be much livelier than usual...'
As this thought flashed, his phone vibrated again.
Kamuro's latest message prominently appeared:
{Wash your neck and wait for me!}