Nagumo Miyabi was not exaggerating. Even homeroom teachers only had partial viewing access to the backend system. Only the Student Council had the ability to view all of a student's data.
The importance of this data goes without saying; once leaked, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At best, it would affect the Student Council's reputation; at worst, the entire Student Council might be expelled, and a new batch of people would take over.
Therefore, even Nagumo Miyabi dared not take such a great risk.
"Then what if I only check transfer records?"
Amane-san changed her approach.
If she couldn't arbitrarily view the other party's current points, then having transfer records could also help her pinpoint a target she wanted to find.
"Transfer records could be considered, but you can only check one person's, and only within the last thirty days."
Nagumo Miyabi spoke in such detail, suggesting that transfer records likely get overwritten about once a month.
However… the fact that there was a separate option to view transfer records showed that the school probably already anticipated students doing irregular things in private and had prepared defenses and evidence collection beforehand.
"Thirty days is enough. Thank you very much, Vice President Nangong."
Amane-san stood up, just about to express her gratitude, when she saw Nagumo cross his legs.
"You should thank me, but you're celebrating too early. I can check, but what if I don't agree?"
Nagumo Miyabi had mastered the art of price gouging.
"Then what do you want?"
Amane-san motioned for Nagumo Miyabi to name his price.
This was inherently a business deal; as long as interests aligned, many things could actually be easily resolved.
"I want you. Such a cute girl like you, it would be a pity not to get a taste of your beauty. How about being my girlfriend and dating me?"
Nagumo Miyabi deliberately threw out the most difficult choice for a woman.
To make a choice between interests and morality.
But for Amane-san… "Of course, if you dare to go through the formal process and confess to me, I'll agree. How about that?"
Amane-san opened the orange juice, took two big gulps, and then looked at Nagumo Miyabi with a playful expression.
"What would happen if I confessed?"
"Who knows? Want to give it a try?"
Some rumors from the third year made Nagumo Miyabi quite wary.
Such matters involving life, Nagumo Miyabi dared not joke about rashly.
"Hahahaha, I was just kidding. As for the price… I'm not short on points. Since Miyako-san, you're here to apply for the Student Council, how about I give you a position in the Student Council? Will you join?"
It must be said that Nagumo Miyabi's reaction was quite swift. After realizing that Amane-san's identity could be very useful, he immediately chose to pull her into his camp.
"Eh? I'm very afraid of trouble. If it's just a nominal position without actual work, I can consider it."
Amane-san's words made Nagumo Miyabi's mouth twitch a few times.
If you don't do any work, what do I need you for?
However, he currently had no subordinates. If he couldn't bring in some powerful people, the future Student Council policies would be impossible to implement.
Nagumo had his own ambition.
It was to make this school more competitive.
Survival of the fittest, attempting to create a thoroughly Darwinian campus.
"That's my only condition. If you don't agree, then forget about it."
Seeing that Amane-san was unwilling to join, Nagumo Miyabi simply resorted to being a scoundrel.
Anyway, Horikita Manabu would never give Amane-san a green light.
This way, the pricing power was entirely in his hands.
"Alright, alright, I promise. Just make sure it's a relaxed position for me."
Amane didn't want to argue anymore, so she just agreed directly.
"Welcome, Miyako-san, to our team."
Nagumo Miyabi smiled very happily.
Hmm, this guy probably hasn't heard of something called resignation.
"Can I check now?"
"Come with me. Remember, you can only check one person per day. That way, there won't be any backend login records. You'd best decide now whose records you want to check."
Nagumo Miyabi introduced as he led Amane to a place full of files and documents.
Inside, there were two rows of computers constantly kept on.
Nagumo Miyabi walked to one of them, performed a few operations, and unlocked the access permissions after entering his ID.
"Then I'll start with him..."
..."Welcome."
A middle-aged man habitually greeted the door.
Today, he was the only one minding the shop, so even the customer service and sales he disliked the most had to be handled by him.
"What would you like to see? We have a complete range of appliances here, and recently, new microwave ovens..."
"You're Kusada, right?"
Looking at the white-haired girl in front of him, Kusada was a bit flustered.
"Y-yes, that's me. What can I do for you?"
After being beaten by Ryuuen, he would panic and feel fear whenever he saw a student who looked very strong.
"What's the matter? Uncle, you're actually getting aroused by a high school girl? That's quite disgusting, isn't it? Don't you know what you've done?"
Amane took several letters from the boy beside her and threw them at Kusada's face.
Seeing that his actions were exposed, Kusada didn't even bother with the shop, turning around and running away.
Amane immediately pointed at Kusada.
"Ayanokoji, chase him!"
"What about you?"
Ayanokoji, who had run only two steps, suddenly turned back to look at Amane.
"I'm too lazy to move."
"Sigh..."
Ayanokoji sighed and turned to continue the chase.
Perhaps for an adult, running several hundred meters in a few tens of seconds was something to boast about.
But the hunter chasing him was named Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
"I see you're exhausted. How about you just give up resisting?"
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka slowly followed behind the man.
On one hand, he was afraid the man might suddenly go berserk and carry a weapon.
On the other hand, Ayanokoji was certain that the other party had no hope of escaping, so he didn't need to chase him so desperately.
"Huff... You, huff, who are you? Why, huff, why are you targeting me?! I was just expressing my love to the woman I like! What did I do wrong?!"
Facing Kusada's hysterical roar, Ayanokoji's expression didn't change at all.
"But the person you like is just a high school girl, and it's a harassing kind of liking. I found all your letters in the trash can."
Ayanokoji's words made Kusada's eyes widen.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible, Shizuku loves me! She must love me! I understand, I understand, it's all of you! That red-haired guy last time, and now you guys... you all want to take Shizuku away from me! I'll fight you all!"
Kusada grabbed an iron rod nearby and swung it hard at Ayanokoji.
Ayanokoji dodged the iron rod with a quick movement. Kusada, unwilling to give up, continued to swing, but Ayanokoji easily avoided all his attacks.
Finally, Kusada even broke down and cried loudly.
"Crying won't solve the problem."
Ayanokoji's voice was cold, but its content made Kusada successfully stop crying.
"Then, w-what can solve the problem? P-please tell me, how can I make Shizuku like me?"
Ayanokoji shook his head.
"You can't either? Sigh, I knew it..."
"No, what I mean is you misunderstood. What I wanted to say is that crying won't solve the problem, but violence can."
"Huh?"
Before Kusada could react, Ayanokoji knocked him down with a punch.
"I'm starting to find this a bit troublesome. It should be fine to leave the rest to the security department, right?"
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