Chapter 330

It was Hirata Yosuke face was contorted in pain.

"Asakusa- Asakusa, really, that's enough, no need for any more advice."

Having only recently recovered and briefly escaped the shadows of the past, Hirata Yosuke soon heard Asakusa Toru's devilish words again.

My heart was pounding, and a suffocating atmosphere was constantly enveloping me.

He found it hard to imagine what kind of 'game project' Asakusa Toru, who had already given two extremely bad suggestions, would propose next.

Just how badly does he want to destroy this school before he's satisfied?

To what extent would he want to destroy the students at this school to be happy?

Hirata Yosuke didn't know; there was only one thing he did know.

Unable to stop this damned demon, I could only watch as he dragged everyone down to hell.

But even so, he had to stand up.

Even though her body had already started to tremble.

"You... you just said that, right..." Hirata Yosuke was sweating profusely from racking his brains, but he still tried his best to open his mouth and speak, "We just need to make the most of our talents, we just need to do what we're good at."

"Suggestions, recommendations for game projects to consider, and so on."

"That's enough."

He said.

Asakusa Toru: "..."

The chalk still hovered in mid-air in his hand. Asakusa Toru's gaze met Hirata Yosuke's for a moment.

As the tense atmosphere began to spread and everyone's heartbeats started to quicken.

Finally, he smiled.

Okay.

Asakusa Toru casually tossed the chalk back into place and shrugged.

"Oh dear, I got carried away and forgot that you all possess a precious talent called 'natural instinct'," he said with a grin. "Since you've put it that way..."

"That..."

"Can I have something to look forward to?"

He asked.

I dare not answer, I don't want to answer, I am unwilling to answer.

But an answer is necessary.

"Yes!" It wasn't Hirata Yosuke's voice that rang out. Turning around, one saw Yamauchi Haruki stand up, patting his chest and saying:

Leave it to me!

If it were just something like this, he firmly believed that he would never lose to anyone.

Hmph, Yamauchi, let's set sail immediately!

Hirata Yosuke looked at him with a grateful expression, as if he had been saved. Although his classmate had behaved very embarrassingly just now, he had stood up and spoken up.

Only at this moment will I feel truly gratified.

... Although I don't know why I feel relieved.

"Mmm-hmm." Nodding repeatedly, Asakusa Toru glanced at the current time.

There wasn't much time left until the opening ceremony, which was originally scheduled for "an hour later," but unexpectedly, after just a short period of casual commotion, an hour had passed.

Time is something that seems to stretch out when you want to rush through it, but it actually flies by when you want to savor it slowly.

Well, that's about right.

Just right.

With a flick of his wrist, Asakusa Toru stepped down from the podium, casually wiping the remaining chalk dust off Chabashira Sae beside him, before returning to his seat under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Then, he gave a strange look again.

"Why are you looking at me? It's almost time. You can move around freely now."

He propped his head up with one hand and glanced around.

"I don't want to see anyone else in this class. Choose your goals and get started." Asakusa Toru maintained his bright smile. "Don't worry, after you've all left, I'll go around and guide you, explaining how to do things even better."

After a brief hesitation, the entire class, led by Yamauchi Haruki and Kanji Ike, dispersed from the row closest to the door.

Only...

Um, seven people.

Horikita Suzune, Kushida Kikyo, Karuizawa Kei, Sakura Airi.

Chabashira Sae, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, Koenji Rokusuke.

Yes, just the seven of them.

It's reasonable and normal for the first four to stay; they all have something to say.

The last three... probably each have their own reasons.

So...

"Would you like to form a line?"

"You're sitting sideways, not properly, "Asakusa Toru asked, tilting his head.

"No need." With an extremely grim expression, Koenji Rokusuke said, "I'm just letting you know that transferring the money is already my final concession. I absolutely will not do anything like this."

"I can't do anything."

After saying those words, Koenji Rokusuke turned and left with a cold face.

Six people remain.

He even stopped speaking his favorite English, which made him seem quite unhappy.

However, while he was unhappy, Asakusa Toru should be happy.

Just a grin.

"So, old woman, is there anything you want to say?" Ignoring the departing Koenji, Asakusa Toru turned to Chabashira Sae: "Don't tell me now that you're worried about being punished by the school leaders for the whole class missing the opening ceremony—that's just stupid talk."

"This level of teaching accident is not something a useless homeroom teacher like you can handle, so you have no reason to worry. On the contrary, you might even be able to expect a 'silencing compensation' from the school?"

Oh right, a teaching accident.

Only after Asakusa Toru's reminder did Chabashira Sae belatedly realize that such a problem might indeed be occurring.

The entire class missing the opening ceremony and such is a huge teaching incident.

Even so, she didn't pay any attention to the school anymore.

The guy in front of me clearly had the attitude of turning the school upside down, so her actions were completely insignificant.

She was just thinking...

What else can I do? What else should I do?

Originally, she wanted to give up the only bargaining chip she had, the one she once wanted to give to the person she loved, but in the end she didn't. Since the breakup, the purity she possessed had been constantly depreciating, perhaps long past her youth.

Hehe, pure?

She's already reached the age where she'd be insulted by being called an 'old woman,' yet she still possesses youth, a beautiful body, and a youthful appearance.

How much charm will it retain?

Moreover...

Horikita Suzune, Kushida Kikyo, Sakura Airi, and Karuizawa Kei...?

He knew at least four women beforehand, and they all had close relationships with him. One or two of them were beautiful young women.

I have absolutely no competitive advantage compared to them.

So, although she was slightly tempted at first, Chabashira Sae quickly suppressed that thought.

"No, I have nothing to say." She shook her head, pursed her lips, glanced at Asakusa Toru with a wistful look, and turned away. "I can only... wish you good luck."

Such a capable person was assigned to Class D.

It was her good fortune.

Such a capable person's goal is not to advance to Class A.

It was her misfortune.

However, if he hadn't been promoted to Class A, but instead relied on the students in Class D to destroy the school's system through their efforts...

Then... could she pretend to have won?

Class D proved themselves in the end.

Even if it's not in the form of being promoted to Class A.

Chabashira Sae has left.

Five people remain.

To be precise, it was actually only Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

He glanced around and, seeing that the four women didn't seem to intend to speak before him, he reluctantly took the initiative to speak.

"Who is Ayanokoji Atsuomi to you?"

The very first question is about this.

"Hmm." Asakusa Toru raised an eyebrow and replied, "He personally handed me a 'graduation certificate'."

Upon hearing this, a distinct hint of surprise flashed in Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's eyes.

Diploma?

Something I've never heard of before.

If there is any such thing as graduation in the White Room, it is only when the ever-increasing training intensity fails to match the trainees' competence that they will be forced to 'graduate'.

But he had never heard of receiving any graduation certificate.

He has not yet graduated, because he is far from reaching the limits of his learning.

Even the education provided by the White Room could no longer satisfy him.

Besides, it's hard to imagine that man would personally hand out any kind of certificate or similar document to anyone.

But his intuition told him that Asakusa Toru wasn't lying.

He had no reason to lie.

After a moment of silence, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka asked again, "Is this his plan? He's given up on using me?"

There's no need to talk about riddles anymore; if we're talking about information asymmetry, then there is one between them.

However, the one with the biggest difference was not Asakusa Toru, but Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.

He knew absolutely nothing about the man in front of him.

You can probe and elicit information.

But if he's not mistaken, all the scheming wouldn't be as straightforward as this question-and-answer dialogue.

"It has nothing to do with him. He won't care about what's happening here. Until the time comes, he won't interfere with anything here." Asakusa Toru shook his head. "And when the time comes, he will get back on the right track and run his gym properly."

... incomprehensible words.

But the undeniable fact is that the invisible shackles that bound me seem to have disappeared.

In this respect...

"Thanks."

Words that would never normally come from him came out of his mouth calmly, without the slightest hint of gratitude.

"I see."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka turned around, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.