Chapter 297
Enrollment scheduled.
Ayanokoji Atsuomi spent far too many years in the White Room.
Therefore, after he was abandoned by Naoe, after he decided to turn the tide himself, and after the White Room Project quietly continued in the shadows.
He then had a lot more time to use to build closer political relationships.
President Amazawa, President Kanzaki, Chairman Ishigami...
Some people choose to send their illegitimate children into the White Room, where they can hide the children while also receiving his upbringing.
Some people merely maintain the relationship superficially, treating it as a hopeless investment.
There is another group of people...
"Old Deng, give me Membership Card to the White Room."
The maid named Hayasaka Ai spoke to him so arrogantly.
She's just a maid, nothing more than a lowly maid!
... but she is the maid of the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya Family.
Even though Shinomiya Kaguya didn't actually have much power or status, she wasn't someone a middle-aged man abandoned by a political party could easily despise.
"..." Suppressing his contempt for the young brat, Ayanokoji Atsuomi said coldly, "You've come to the wrong place. There's no White Room here, and I'm not the receptionist who issues Membership Card to you."
Ultimately, why would she approach him at a time like this and say such nonsensical things?
He, Ayanokoji Atsuomi, is currently in a period where he frequently interacts with those in the White Room facility and other superiors who can provide him with assistance and become his political resources.
Therefore, he would often appear in the facilities of the White Room.
The White Room, as a 'talent development program facility,' will still have a 'reception area' in addition to the normal training rooms.
Whether it's registering visitors, turning away outsiders, or guiding those he needs to win over, he introduces the advantages of the White Room to them.
These are all necessary.
That's why he happened to be waiting at the front desk.
He seemed to have become, in the eyes of the woman before him, the receptionist.
For Japan politicians, conglomerates are absolutely necessary to win over and must be considered.
As the Shinomiya Family particularly terrifying numerical values, they are naturally within the scope of Ayanokoji Atsuomi's investigation.
However, compared to the elusive Shinomiya Family, whose base was in Shuchiin, he preferred to establish a connection with Koenji, who seemed to have some connection with the Advanced Nurturing Kijima.
This is related to his obsession and his past experiences.
Returning to the Shinomiya Family, even the young lady's personal maid, he would remember her appearance.
The Shinomiya Family is such an important entity.
Although he verbally refused, Ayanokoji Atsuomi was secretly pondering what Hayasaka Ai's appearance truly meant.
The Shinomiya Family has learned about the White Room project and wants to invest in me, so they plan to first learn more and test the waters?
Did the Shinomiya Family learn about the White Room project and want to destroy me ahead of time, so they warned me in advance?
And... is "White Room" some kind of derogatory term?
"Isn't this White Room?"
"No."
"I don't believe you." Saying this, Hayasaka Ai took out her phone and found a photo. "Let me tell you, don't try to fool me. I have a friend who graduated from the gym, and he recommended me here."
Flipping the phone over, what it shows...
It's a photograph.
The photo shows a graduation certificate.
The certificate prominently displays the words "Might Makes Right," written in bold, vigorous strokes, and below these words is information about the graduation facilities.
The words 'White Room' were clearly visible, but what made Ayanokoji Atsuomi contract even more was...
His name is below.
The name 'Ayanokoji Atsuomi' was written after the 'shop manager's' signature.
The handwriting is his.
It's definitely his.
Where else would this thing come from?!
When the hell did I sign this stuff?
This is White Room! It's a talent development facility! Not some lousy gym!
The man in his sixties was a bit agitated.
Just as he was about to speak again in denial...
In a daze, non-existent memories flooded my mind.
"Maintaining physical fitness requires consistent exercise; the results of fitness training will gradually diminish due to laziness."
"I don't want graduates from my... 'White Room' to decline in skill level due to laziness."
As if from God's perspective, Ayanokoji Atsuomi saw himself saying the seemingly joking name 'White Room' with utmost seriousness.
Sitting opposite me was a graduate whose face was indistinct.
Ha?
I?
Where did this memory come from? When did I do such a thing?
Ayanokoji Atsuomi frowned, deep in thought.
"Hurry up and give me Membership Card. If you're not even doing business, this lousy gym will go out of business sooner or later."
Although it was a very impatient and grumbling speech, for some reason, Ayanokoji Atsuomi seemed to detect a hint of reciting lines.
Ayanokoji Atsuomi: "..."
After a moment of silence, before he could finish thinking, his hands moved instinctively toward the drawer at the front desk.
A card appeared in my hand without my noticing, and a computer screen I'd never seen before appeared on it without my noticing.
"Record your membership information."
He uttered these words very calmly.
Far more efficient than I had imagined.
The name 'Hayasaka Ai' appeared in the member information.
Ayanokoji Atsuomi had no idea what he was doing.
Although his body was moving very nimbly, his mind seemed to have stopped thinking.
Why are there cards here? Why does the computer in front of me have membership information?
Why.
The moment I turned around, so many more people appeared behind me...
Fitness equipment?
The facilities behind me seemed to have been divided into separate fitness spaces for men and women, and there were inexplicably extra members in the women's fitness area who appeared to have been there before.
He even remembered the other person's name.
The Hibiki Sakura.
The member's fitness instructor, the one at their White Room, was a man named Naruzo Machio.
A clean-cut appearance and a seemingly slender body.
The clothes suddenly burst open, revealing muscles beneath that fabric that were absolutely beyond human comprehension.
Soya is gone, Ishida is gone.
The researcher who proposed the theory of suppressing emotions, Suzukake Kaji, has ceased to exist.
He really wanted to figure out the reasons, and he really wanted to know why.
But there was no time to think.
Hayasaka Ai took her Membership Card and headed towards the extra changing room inside, only to find a new 'guest' at the door.
Toyokawa Sakiko, heir to the Toyokawa Group.
Fujiwara Chika, the Chika Fujiwara of the Fujiwara family.
Sonoko Suzuki Sonoko, the eldest daughter of the Suzuki family.
The female members all seemed to have received recommendations from who-knows-where, and bought Membership Card intending to try exercising.
One or two of them seem to be... very worthwhile connections to cultivate.
For some inexplicable reason, Ayanokoji Atsuomi had an idea.
Or maybe we should just switch to opening a gym.
It seems, perhaps, probably...
This gym is far more valuable than any White Room.
Under the influence of unseen forces Ayanokoji Atsuomi has decided to transform his business and open a chain of gyms.
By opening more chain stores and establishing more memberships, a network of relationships is built up in this way.
The money problem can be solved, and the relationship problem seems to be solvable as well.
Compared to playing around with talent development programs, this path seems much brighter.
Only.
He seemed to have forgotten something.
For example...
She was assigned to the Advanced Nurturing... Miss Amazawa.
"..."
I've received the assignment.
It is said that it is related to that greatest masterpiece, requiring the selection of an assistant to infiltrate a certain school and find a way to help the opponent win.
To put it bluntly, for students like Amasawa Ichika in the White Room who are lagging behind, the term "masterpiece" should have been a very attractive one.
Whether it's challenging the opponent, defeating them, or proving oneself to be the greatest masterpiece of the White Room.
Or perhaps it's about getting closer to the other person, understanding them, and revering their glory as a form of faith.
The moment the concept of the greatest masterpiece, instilled in their minds through years of education, is mentioned, it can easily sway their actions.
Unfortunately, for some reason, Amasawa Ichika has absolutely no interest in the so-called 'greatest masterpiece' these days.
For a while, she had dreams every night, hazy, blurry, and unrecognizable dreams.
The content is vague and unclear, and the memory is ambiguous.
But one thing is certain: dreams are continuous.
If this continues, Amasawa Ichika will probably adapt, accept, and eventually get used to it.
But that's not the case.
The most frequent time was a year ago, when I dreamed about it almost every day.
The morning after a dream inevitably involves washing clothes.
I thought that since it was puberty, stirring up some emotions and venting my anger would probably bring things back to normal.
But that's not the case.
The girl dreams every day.