"But that really is difficult for me. I don't have such a wide range of expressions, nor am I used to speaking in those tones."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka said flatly.
But upon hearing that, Gojo Satoru became somewhat displeased.
Wasn't he the White Room's greatest masterpiece? How could he not even learn how to act? Yagami, who had also come from the White Room, and even that little devil Amasawa Ichika, both had rich expressions.
"Is it really that hard?"
As he spoke, Gojo Satoru walked behind him and placed his left hand beneath Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's chin, making him look straight ahead.
Then he grabbed the other's right hand with his own right hand as well.
"Here, just like this.
Keep your eyes fixed on Komiya and the others. When the speech reaches its climax—when things get exciting—you should instinctively slap the desk a few times!"
Smack! Smack! Smack~!
Holding Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's hand, Gojo Satoru heavily slapped the desk several times, helping him get a feel for it.
Then he continued:
"Remember! When you slap the desk, it has to be loud! But don't smash it. And when you do it, never pull your gaze away—you have to keep looking at them."
After doing all that, Gojo Satoru withdrew his hands and returned to stand in front of him.
Seeing Ayanokoji Kiyotaka staring at his own right hand as though he were seriously feeling out the sensation of that slap, Gojo Satoru nodded approvingly.
He can be taught.
"Could you demonstrate it one more time? I hadn't reacted in time just now."
Before Gojo Satoru could speak, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka said directly.
"Are you even capable of this?
If not, go get Hirata Yosuke. I've taught you this much, and you still can't do it."
Gojo Satoru rubbed his forehead helplessly,