Shimizu Akira considered himself an honest and straightforward person.
He wasn't against the idea of getting intimately involved with girls, but he absolutely couldn't accept being associated with what people called "public transport" types—just thinking about the potential risk of contracting diseases was deeply unsettling to him.
It wasn't as if he was sexually repressed to that extent where he'd accept just anyone.
Nor was it that he couldn't get a girlfriend through normal means.
As for this Hoshinomiya Chie person mentioned in the intelligence, Shimizu was momentarily at a loss about how to categorize her.
Which class was this girl from? Was she really that open and promiscuous with her behavior?
He hadn't even considered the remote possibility of her being a staff member or teacher at the school.
After all, in Japan, no matter how morally corrupt a teacher might be, they wouldn't dare to make such an inappropriate move on a student, would they? There should at least be that basic bottom line and professional boundary.
That was fundamental professional ethics for any teacher.
As for the second piece of information provided by the system—on the surface, it seemed completely useless for practical purposes, but for certain perverted old men with specific interests, it would probably be considered invaluable exclusive news.
Shimizu Akira's understanding of Horikita Suzune deepened slightly because of this particular piece of intelligence.
It seemed the Daily Information System occasionally pushed seemingly useless but subtly meaningful information that might have hidden value later on.
Overall, the only truly useful and actionable piece of information at the present moment was probably the first one about Kamuro Masumi's shoplifting.
It needs to be mentioned here that Shimizu Akira was not completely unprepared for this transmigration event.
Just the day before he found himself in this world, a mysterious email had suddenly appeared in his inbox. The sender was listed simply as "System." The email briefly informed him that he had been selected as a new student at Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School and requested that he set his identity background and special abilities for after his transmigration.
At the time, Shimizu Akira had thought it was some kind of elaborate prank or spam, so he filled out the form rather casually without taking it seriously. In the identity background field, he simply wrote down a rough setting like "orphan raised in an orphanage with no living relatives." As for special abilities, he completely followed the template from the anime "One-Punch Man"—writing down an exaggerated training regimen of "100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, plus a 10 kilometer run every single day for eight consecutive years."
Now, upon careful reflection and examination of his memories, he realized there was indeed a strange gap in his recollection. Aside from vivid fragments of years of consistent, grueling training and taking the school entrance examination, his other memories from this world were frustratingly hazy and incomplete.
However, thankfully, all his identification documents and official records were properly in order, so at least in this world, he wasn't a complete unregistered person without legal identity.
Shimizu Akira could now feel that his body was incredibly strong and powerful, far beyond a normal teenager.
But then he thought about it more practically—in a regular high school campus environment, how much of a real advantage could this unusually strong physique actually bring him?
At most, it would just ensure perfect scores in physical education classes and sports activities.
This was, after all, not Suzuran High School from that delinquent manga, which practiced the brutal law of the jungle where "the strongest fist represents absolute truth."
Looking at the polite, well-behaved students gathered in front of the school building, Shimizu Akira couldn't help but shake his head slightly at his own absurd mental association.
According to his admission notice, Shimizu Akira had been assigned to Class 1-D.
When he arrived at the designated classroom, he noticed that each desk had a neatly placed nameplate carefully engraved with the respective student's name.
Following the nameplate guidance system, Shimizu Akira quickly located his assigned seat at the back of the classroom—the central position in the very last row.
The coveted window seat to his right was already occupied by that inconspicuous light-brown-haired male classmate he'd seen earlier.
To his left, Horikita Suzune was in the process of placing her leather shoulder bag on her desk, neatly organizing her stationery and supplies with swift, efficient movements.
Shimizu Akira casually hung his own shoulder bag on the metal hook attached to the side of his desk.
"160 new students divided into four classes..." he murmured thoughtfully to himself, gently tapping his fingertips against the wooden desktop in a rhythmic pattern. "With 40 people per class, this number is neither too many nor too few."
"The classroom uses a 5-column, 8-row seating layout," Horikita Suzune responded without even lifting her head from her task. "We've been assigned to Class D, which means there must logically be Classes A, B, and C before us. From these two pieces of information alone, there are indeed at least 160 students in our year."
"Horikita-san's deductive thinking is truly sharp and impressive," Shimizu Akira remarked with genuine appreciation.
"You already figured it out yourself, didn't you?" Horikita Suzune gave him a brief, cold glance. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to make that specific deduction of 'four classes with 40 students each.'"
"You've misunderstood my reasoning process. That's not quite how I arrived at the number." Shimizu Akira paused slightly, then reached into his shoulder bag and pulled out the official admission handbook, handing it over to her.
The handbook clearly stated in black and white text: Each grade level class contains exactly 40 students, divided into Classes A, B, C, and D based on certain criteria.
Horikita Suzune's composed expression instantly froze on her face.
However, she recovered her composure remarkably quickly, nonchalantly handing the handbook back to him without showing further embarrassment.
"It seems the school administration provided clear, exact numbers from the very beginning," she said. Her voice maintained its characteristic coldness, but her speaking speed was noticeably a bit faster than usual. "As a result, my logical reasoning process wasn't actually wrong at all."
Immediately after making this statement, Horikita Suzune pulled out a thick copy of "Crime and Punishment" from her shoulder bag. She lowered her head slightly toward the book, deliberately emanating a cold "do not disturb me" aura that warned others to keep their distance.
"Horikita-san," Shimizu Akira observed carefully and spoke again. "I remember you were already reading this same book on the bus earlier, weren't you? So why are you back on the first page again now?"
Horikita Suzune's finger paused slightly in its page-turning motion, and she responded in a cold, matter-of-fact tone: "My personal reading habit is to read through any book at least three complete times before I consider it properly read."
Her tone remained outwardly calm and controlled, but the force with which she turned to the next page was noticeably heavier than before, producing a sharp, crisp sound that echoed slightly.
'I see...' Shimizu Akira concluded silently to himself.
'Isn't she just using reading as a convenient excuse to cover up and hide her earlier embarrassing gaffe?'
He subtly observed the girl sitting beside him with peripheral vision.
Horikita Suzune's long, delicate eyelashes gently fluttered in rhythm with her reading pace, catching the classroom light.
Even when clearly embarrassed and flustered internally, she still maintained that inherent elegant composure on the surface.
She's quite cute in her own way, he thought with mild amusement.
What surprised him even more than her reaction was recognizing that this was actually the first time she had actively initiated conversation with him, rather than simply responding to his questions.
Perhaps this seemingly aloof and cold honor student wasn't quite as deeply resistant to social interaction as her exterior suggested?
However, he wisely withdrew his observational gaze at the appropriate moment.
If he kept staring at her so obviously, he might genuinely annoy and upset this proud deskmate of his.
Anyway, there would be plenty of time ahead. As seat neighbors in the same class, they would naturally have many more opportunities to interact in the future.
Shimizu Akira's gaze naturally shifted direction to examine his deskmate on the right side.
The red-haired girl wearing round glasses was nervously looking downward, her beautiful fiery long hair cascading like a crimson waterfall, almost completely obscuring and hiding her delicate facial features.
Her slender, pale fingers anxiously twisted and fidgeted with her skirt hem in a repetitive nervous gesture, and the occasional quick glances she stole at her surrounding classmates clearly revealed her obvious social anxiety and tension.
'Hmm? Is this girl also a hidden beauty...?'
Shimizu Akira couldn't help but take a second, longer look at her. The girl's exceptionally fair skin appeared particularly radiant and eye-catching against the backdrop of her vivid red hair, and she occasionally bit down on her cherry-red lips in what seemed like a nervous habit.
Although her entire body language and posture radiated a desperate "please don't notice me, I want to be invisible" aura, her objectively outstanding appearance and striking hair color made her nearly impossible to actually ignore or overlook.
Let's see if there are any other familiar or notable classmates worth observing.
Shimizu Akira leaned back comfortably in his seat—the central position of the last row. This was a naturally privileged vantage point that allowed him to easily observe and take in the social dynamics of the entire classroom without being too obvious about it.
His roaming gaze was first drawn to Kushida Kikyo, who was positioned in the center area of the classroom. The energetic, cheerful girl was currently standing beside her assigned seat, her hands lightly resting on her neighbor's desk as she leaned slightly forward in an friendly, engaging posture while conversing enthusiastically with multiple classmates gathered around her. She had clearly already established herself as the central, popular figure of that small social circle.
Shifting his observational gaze further to the right side, Shimizu spotted Koenji Rokusuke, the narcissistic student he had encountered on the bus earlier. Koenji was casually and disrespectfully propping his legs up on his desk, playing idly with a nail file in his hand with complete disregard for classroom etiquette.
His powerfully built, well-developed muscular physique was particularly conspicuous and stood out prominently in the classroom full of average students.
Based purely on physical observation, Shimizu Akira assessed that Koenji's physical fitness level should be comparable to, if not equal to, his own enhanced capabilities.