Kiyotaka Ayano-koji's Day of Misfortune (End)

Wang Meiyu leaned closer to take a look and expressed her agreement.

Inogashira Kokoro then touched his waist and said with a bit of distress.

"The color is nice, but lately the skirt seems a bit tight..."

She muttered to herself.

"Huh? Really?"

Kushida Kikyo immediately offered her warm concern, carefully examining Inogashira Kokoro. "I think I'm fine! But if you're worried, how about we go for a walk around the gym after school this afternoon? Getting some exercise will definitely lift your spirits!"

She cleverly offered a positive suggestion.

Horikita Suzune, who had been quietly reading a book, looked up, glanced at Inogashira Kokoro, and interjected in a calm but not indifferent tone.

"Weight fluctuations are normal. If you're concerned, you can calculate your daily calorie intake."

Her words were brief, reflecting her characteristically rational style.

But at least he was no longer completely detached; he had integrated into this small circle of communication and offered a practical suggestion.

"Ah, Horikita is right!"

Kushida Kikyo immediately smiled and replied, "Controlling your calorie intake is indeed very important! But don't worry too much."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka walked into the classroom, his gaze immediately locking onto the bustling center— Kushida Kikyo.

He ignored the girls' conversation about weight management and manicures and walked straight past them.

His appearance startled Wang Meiyu and Inogashira Kokoro, who were having a discussion. They were clearly surprised that this person, who was usually almost invisible, would come over on his own initiative.

"Kushida," he said calmly, "Is it convenient for me to ask you something?"

"Ayanokoji-kun?!" Kushida Kikyo's smile instantly brightened. "Of course it's convenient! You can ask me anything!"

Horikita Suzune's gaze shifted from Inogashira Kokoro to Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, her brows furrowing slightly as if she were pondering his motives.

Just as Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was about to speak.

The light at the classroom door was blocked.

Everyone turned their heads.

Sakayanagi Arisu from Class B sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Kamuro Masumi, and stopped at the door.

Sanada and Morimiya stood guard behind them.

The air froze instantly.

Sakayanagi Arisu's gaze locked precisely on Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, a playful smile curving her lips.

"Ayanokoji-kun, what a coincidence." Her voice was soft, yet clear enough to penetrate the entire classroom. "Judging from your expression, you seem to be seeking answers to some minor troubles?"

Chapter 121 Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's Day of Suffering (The End)

The wheelchair made a soft "rustling" sound as it rubbed against the floor, breaking the relaxed atmosphere in Class D's classroom.

Sakayanagi Arisu on it, like a meticulously sculpted porcelain doll, with a harmless smile, yet exuding an undeniable presence.

Behind her, Kamuro Masumi looked at Tanaka Yukishin with a smile.

The Kito Hayato stood with its arms crossed, like a silent stone statue.

Sanada nodded slightly, his gaze behind his glasses flickering uncertainly.

Morimiya, on the other hand, wore a hint of amusement, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The elite squad of Class B exerted pressure silently.

So, it's you.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's voice was calm, but his mind was racing.

The other person's words, the subtle glances they'd been giving over the past two days, the stares from different classes in the hallway, the sudden increase in inquisitive gazes in the classroom—all the clues instantly connected.

The answer clearly points to the girl in the wheelchair.

It's me.

Sakayanagi Arisu's smile deepened, her fingertips lightly tapping the smooth armrests of the wheelchair, producing a rhythmic soft sound.

"Why?"

He went straight to the heart of the matter.

No trace of this girl can be found in my memory.

He knew all too well that there was no such thing as love or hate without a reason, especially not this kind of probing with a strong purpose.

Where does the root of the problem lie?

Is this a legacy issue from the White Room?

Or did I accidentally touch something?

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, you don't know me, but I know you. It's truly... an incredible coincidence."

Sakayanagi Arisu let out a soft sigh, but her tone carried a sense of satisfaction from being in control of the situation.

She tilted her head slightly, her silver hair falling over her shoulders, her clear purple eyes staring directly at Ayanokōji, as if trying to pierce through his calm facade.

The voice carried a hint of nostalgia.

"I never expected to meet you again in a place like this. To be honest, I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime."

Oh, I see. I've seen that when I was a child.

Although Sakayanagi Arisu's words were somewhat cryptic, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka quickly grasped their meaning.

It's probably because their parents had taken them to visit the White Room.

Therefore, I have a deep impression of him.

But Sakayanagi Arisu's thoughts drifted further than he had imagined.

She already knew that Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was the boy from her childhood.

But the moment she saw Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, he began to overlap with the figure in her memory of him standing silently against the cold white wall.

In that instant, the line from "Dream of the Red Chamber" when Jia Baoyu first met Lin Daiyu, "I have seen this younger sister before," inexplicably came to mind.

Although the genders are completely different, the sense of familiarity that transcends time and feels like destiny is so real.

What a pity...

Although I've held onto you for over eight long years, regarding you as a hypothetical enemy that must be buried...

But now, there is only one sun in my heart, and that is Tanaka Yukishin.

Sakayanagi Arisu chuckled silently to herself, her gaze sweeping over Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, and through him she saw someone even more distant.

That being with greater strength, a higher perspective, and a contradictory allure is the target she most desires to conquer and devour.

Of course, if the talent displayed by this "masterpiece of the White Room" is impressive enough to prove that he lives up to his reputation.

She wouldn't mind changing her goal from "the sun hanging alone" to "two moons in the sky."

In the end, they're all destined to be eaten by her anyway.

Although the versions have changed, confidence is a universal quality for both "geniuses" and "strong individuals".

After all, in competition under the rules, the principle of the few defeating the many does not exist.

The more challenging opponents you have, the better.

"At first, when I saw your name in the information I gathered in Kamuro, I wondered, is it the same person? Or just a coincidence of people with the same name?"

Sakayanagi Arisu narrowed her eyes, like a cat that had spotted interesting prey.

"But soon, I gave up on this pointless thinking. What's the point of thinking so much?"

She spread her slender palms, making an elegant yet slightly disdainful gesture. "Wouldn't it be more interesting to just pretend it's you and take action? So, I... took advantage of everyone present at the time and planted a tiny seed. What do you think, Ayanokoji-kun?"

Her fingertips gracefully traced the corners of her slightly upturned lips.

"How does it feel to be the center of attention these past few days?"

"To be honest,"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's voice remained steady, but his gaze was fixed on Sakayanagi Arisu. "It feels awful. Being the center of attention for no reason has disrupted my life. So, why?"

He needed to ascertain her true motives: was it a personal grudge, or a test on behalf of certain forces?

"The reason is simple: I don't like that place."

The smile on Sakayanagi Arisu's face vanished abruptly, replaced by a cold expression that conveyed genuine disgust.

"And your existence gives that place a reason to continue operating."

She paused for a moment, the cold disgust receding like the tide, and a smile returned to her face.

His tone even carried a hint of condescension, as if bestowing a handout.

"However, you should probably thank me."

"Gratitude?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Of course," Sakayanagi Arisu slightly raised her delicate chin, a hint of condescending pity in her voice, "At least I didn't choose to deal with you in the shadows. I let you exit the stage openly and respectably in front of everyone. Isn't that the greatest respect you can show? It can be considered..."

She chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in her voice, "It fulfills that precious bond we shared as children."

"Thank you for your respect. But with your abilities?"

Ayanokōji said calmly, his tone revealing no gratitude whatsoever, but rather a hint of doubt.

He understood her unspoken message.

Instead of launching a sneak attack, she chose the most lethal method: "Killing without warning"—launching a fatal attack when he was completely unprepared.

Instead, they chose to make a public and aboveboard declaration.

This is both her arrogance and a dangerous, playful mentality.

Even so...

He was being targeted by a group of malicious individuals in his class, and he was at a disadvantage in terms of information...

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's mind calmly analyzed the cruel reality.

No matter how strong an individual's abilities are, within the framework of the rules, if they are well-intentioned but unprepared, they will be targeted and besieged, and their chances of winning are slim. The limits of an individual cannot withstand the power of an organized group.

This understanding is not cowardice, but a judgment based on cold reality.

Just like on a battlefield, even the strongest warrior cannot escape death when faced with a barrage of arrows.

Despite the way Sakayanagi Arisu entrance, her ability to control Class B, and the wisdom revealed in her words, it was clear that she was no ordinary person.

Is declaring war an overconfident move?

He was aware of the difficulty of dropping out of Advanced Nurturing High School.

He doesn't have the volatile and easily angered personality of Ken Sudō.

He didn't think it was possible for him to drop out of school due to Special Exam.

To be honest, I knew about her because of my own choice.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

If he's being targeted by the White Room, then he'll really be in trouble.

Given the choice, he still hopes to spend these three years freely and quietly.

Rather than a turbulent upheaval or being forced to sell oneself.

Sakayanagi Arisu seemed amused by his questioning "You?", her clear laughter sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom.

"You're very confident, aren't you? I really like this look."

She seemed to be in a great mood, and even raised her hand to gesture to the Class B members standing behind her, as if showing off her army.

"Let me reintroduce myself. Sakayanagi Arisu, the current leader of Class B. My father is the chairman of the school's board of directors, Sakayanagi Narimori."

She revealed her identity, her purple eyes fixed on Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, trying to catch a trace of panic or fear on his face.

"So what?"