Reincarnated into Real Teaching as a White House Assassin?

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The following is the main text:

In a white room, a 5-year-old boy woke up with a start, clutching his chest and gasping for air.

"What the hell, how could I have a heart condition!" the boy said, full of astonishment, before freezing.

"Huh?"

The boy looked down at his small body and suddenly realized a serious problem.

"Holy crap, did I eat some poison from a certain organization in black and shrink? After that, won't they make me join a detective agency? Wait, didn't I die? So I've been reincarnated!?"

The boy felt as if he had touched the truth of the world, but then he became nervous. He swallowed hard, used his hand to confirm what was between his legs, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, I'm still a man."

The boy sat on the bed and looked around, discovering that he was in a room of pure white. The bed was white, the surroundings were white, the alarm clock was white... looking at it for too long made one feel afraid.

After calming down, he began to feel sentimental: "Sigh... my life, it really was like walking on thin ice..."

He remembered how, when he was a child, he had pestered his parents to buy him a Masked Warrior toy, only for it to be stolen after just one day of playing. During the college entrance exam, he could have easily gotten into a 975-project university for clinical medicine, but he filled in the wrong code and ended up studying civil engineering. After struggling for two and a half years after graduation, on the very first day he happily went to work after finally finding a job, he dodged a speeding truck, a billboard blown over by the wind, a flowerpot falling from a height, and a madman slashing people on the side of the road... After going through eighty-one tribulations and reaching the company entrance, he suffered a sudden heart attack and died.

Thinking of this, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks. Wasn't he just unlucky to death?

The boy cried more and more sadly, rolling around on the bed, but accidentally fell off, which made him even sadder.

"I suffered for a whole lifetime in my previous life; can't you let me enjoy some happiness in this one?"

At this moment, the boy noticed a character written on the edge of the bed frame: "Ying".

The moment he saw this character, five years of memories that didn't belong to him flooded in like a tide. This made him realize that he had been reincarnated, and it was the world of Classroom of the Elite, and he was a White Room student!

But this also made Ying worry. The White Room's curriculum was still a bit harsh. Should he intentionally fail to get out, or persist to his limit? It felt like whichever one he chose would be miserable. If he chose the first, he might have a better life if a good family took him in, but if not, wouldn't he have to enter society at 5 years old? If he chose the second, he would have to wake up at 6:30 every day, take a nap from 1:00 PM to 2:00 PM, and finish classes at 10:00 PM... er, that actually seems okay?

Comparing it to the schedule of his three years of high school in his previous life, he felt that the White Room's curriculum didn't seem as difficult as the original body had thought.

Yosh, then he would stay in the White Room, but there were still many things to think about. For example: should he crush the elementary-level questions with his university-level knowledge, or just aim for a passing grade; should he be more enthusiastic when interacting with others, or be as cold as the original body...

After careful consideration, Ying formulated his own White Room guidelines. First, he must not expose his true strength and should proceed step-by-step until he couldn't hold back anymore; after all, he didn't want to be given too much attention by the instructors. Second, he must not show too much emotion in front of others. Finally, he must give his all during practice; only by enduring the bitterness of the bitter can one become a person above others.

A raging fire seemed to ignite in Ying's eyes; this time, he was determined to live a vibrant life!

One day later...

"Sigh... maybe I should just intentionally fail and go out to struggle in society." Ying's eyes were dull and lifeless; he was already burnt out.

Just holding back was simple, but having to act like a machine without emotions all the time was truly torture. Especially since everyone around him was like that, and combined with the pure white room, it was so oppressive he could barely breathe.

"Although it's not impossible to hold on, the moment I think about having to live like this for ten years, I lose all my passion." Although Ying was lying on the bed in a decadent state, he had a life principle since his previous life—he must fully complete any plan he made for himself. This was also why Ying's grades were stable enough to get into a 975 university; he would complain, but he was a very self-disciplined person.

"Why do other reincarnated people have heaven-defying skills and invincible golden fingers? How come I don't have anything after a whole day? If I had King Crimson to erase these ten years, that would be great. Sigh..." After complaining, Ying obediently prepared to accept tomorrow's lessons.

"That's it for today, time to sleep!"

In the morning, Ying felt something was slightly off; he felt like his body was a bit out of his control. He got out of bed in a daze and fell down after taking only two steps.

"Ouch!"

???

Why did his voice sound so mature? At this moment, Ying suddenly realized: had he grown up overnight? No wonder he felt his body was out of control; it turned out his brain hadn't reacted yet.

He slowly adapted to his grown-up body and climbed up, his gaze perfectly level with the alarm clock on the table.

The time was 6:30, normal, but wasn't the year a bit off? Crimson, time erase. Holy crap!!!

Ying really hadn't expected it. The casual complaint he made yesterday... had actually come true. So he really did have a special ability, and it was time erasure? But what was the use of this! Ten years! He had erased ten years; didn't that mean he had lived ten years less!? He was truly unable to cry, his heart filled with sorrow. Where did the time go...

"Damn it, give me back my ten years of youth! What kind of joke is this, give it back to me!" Ying knelt on the ground, pounding the floor while crying, cursing his ability from time to time. He still didn't understand how this time was erased.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door to Ying's room was knocked on. Just as he hurriedly adjusted his state, the door opened. A man in a suit, standing straight, walked in. A smile hung on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Ying, from now on you are Baiye Ying. You can call me Tsukishiro." Tsukishiro's voice was magnetic, making people feel a sense of intimacy, but Ying, who knew the original work, knew that this man was a poisonous snake skilled at disguise. He reached out to shake hands with Ying and continued, "As one of the few people in the White Room who has persisted until now, your strength has been recognized by us. Therefore, you have now obtained an opportunity that others dream of—the opportunity to go outside."

Ying pretended to be greatly shocked and showed a hint of anticipation.

Tsukishiro seemed very satisfied with Ying's performance. He held up a finger and said, "However, there is one order you must complete."

Ying pretended to become serious, staring into Tsukishiro's eyes, waiting for the rest.

"You are to go to Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School to become an ordinary student, find a student named Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, and make him drop out. In short, you are to be an assassin from the White Room."

Ying snorted in his heart. They actually wanted him to make Ayanokoji drop out, heh. He had never taken tasks of this level seriously. Make the protagonist drop out? In his dreams, he wasn't doing it!