Real teaching, but diary flow

Because she finally got the answer she wanted.

I had a turtle soup party with her.

"Let's make turtle soup."

As I said this, she nodded gently.

"The Advanced Incubation Program has welcomed a fake human this year. Because it is a defective product, the fake human has been assigned to Class D by the school. Your goal is to find out the true identity of this fake human."

This is the soup noodles for turtle soup.

If you're interested, you can think about it for a while.

I'm going to reveal the answer as promised.

The soup noodles are as follows.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, the only son of Atsuomi Ayanokouji and his nightclub queen wife, was born with expectations and a unique mission.

—To become the greatest masterpiece.

Perhaps his father didn't have any expectations for him at first, but the moment he graduated as the top student of the White Room, a facility whose main talent development program was to stifle emotions.

He naturally carried the burden of his father's hopes for a comeback after years of political failure.

Yes, ironically, the talent development facility that used the gimmick of "mass-produced geniuses" to attract investment ended up being the greatest masterpiece, which was actually Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who had the blood of Ayanokoji Atsuomi.

Tell me what you've trained?

The white room is a very peculiar facility.

It has lost its humanity, killed children's emotions, and stubbornly believes that this can improve learning efficiency and better cultivate people into talents.

They employ increasingly stringent high-pressure education methods and use an extremely inefficient elimination system.

Are you cultivating or screening?

Is the emergence of the greatest masterpiece a matter of luck or inevitability?

You cannot replicate your masterpiece.

Then what is the value of your entire organization?

...Maybe so.

At least for me, a white room—or rather, a 'white gym'—has unique value.

It can help with fitness.

Physical fitness and martial prowess are their strengths, rather than their ability to create so-called geniuses.

I think they should open chain gyms all over the country, and use the chain gyms to go public to become a new conglomerate, using their wealth to support politics.

Isn't this much better than the "white room" talent development program?

Sigh, I've gone a bit off-topic.

This time, shall we talk about the soup base of the fake human turtle soup?

Although Ayanokoji Kiyotaka has always been called a fake person, he is not quite the same as the 'fake person' in the current common sense.

He is still a human being, at least for now.

However, as mentioned earlier, as the greatest masterpiece, he should be the biggest follower of the White Room concept.

In other words, he is the most skilled at suppressing emotions.

Without emotion, without direction, without goals.

They merely imitate the 'normal people' around them on their own initiative, selectively revealing a corner of their own power, and even their inner thoughts have to pretend to be what is called a repressed pervert.

This is a false person.

What many people don't know is that this imposter was on that entrance exam paper with an extremely uneven level of difficulty.

The given score was 50 points.

They got the easy questions wrong but answered the challenging questions correctly, and all of them got 50 points.

So actually, at first I thought this trial would be easy to complete, at least his pseudo-human nature should be quite obvious.

Lacking common sense, all actions are imitations of the surroundings; if the object of imitation is good, it might even look more human.

But unfortunately, he chose to imitate Haruki Yamauchi.

There's nothing we can do about that.

He can only keep running wildly in a direction that is becoming more and more hypocritical.

To be honest, well, the term "pseudo-person" is accurate, but I'm sorry to say I forgot that there's actually an even more pseudo-person in Class D.

Haruki Yamauchi.

Grandpa Yamauchi.

It caused you to misunderstand, and you even solemnly gave your brother that name. It's really...

—This is so much fun.

I still have the recording from that time; I hope everyone can hear it.

Horikita Suzune: "?!"

She hadn't finished writing her diary, nor had she finished reading it, but the moment that sentence came out, she knew she should look up.

Sure enough, the moment he looked up, a voice recorder appeared out of nowhere in Asakusa Tetsu's hand.

Although the thought "Can I upload audio recordings to my diary?" flashed through my mind, my body acted before I could even think about it.

She tiptoed, leaned forward, and lunged forward, her eyes fixed on the recording pen. She spread her arms, trying to snatch it away.

We can't let him out, absolutely not!

The shame that had clearly faded, the things that I thought I had long since let go of.

But at this moment, it has been picked up again.

Thinking back to how she felt back then, Horikita Suzune felt like she wanted to die.

This dark history, this past, is something you only need to remember yourself!

Don't let me out!

"--flutter."

And so, stumbling and falling, Horikita Suzune's body sank into Asakusa Tetsu's arms as if throwing herself into his embrace.

The warm, soft flesh embraced me, and the refreshing scent of shampoo wafted into my nostrils. Although my face usually smelled terrible, it was only in this incredibly chaotic moment that I felt this way.

Horikita Suzune will act very cute.

"Click..."

A barely audible sound was heard as the button was pressed.

Immediately afterwards, a voice, both strange and familiar, that made Horikita Suzune's temperature rise sharply, came from the recording pen that Asakusa Tetsu hadn't managed to take away.

“I’m no longer the useless person my brother knew back then.”

"I have found the answer to the trial."

"Yes, Haruki Yamauchi, right?"

Right? Right? Right? Right?

The voice that echoed repeatedly on the rooftop was her own.

"—Waaah!"

Horikita Suzune's pretty face quickly flushed crimson, and tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.

Feeling extremely wronged, she actually burst into tears in front of Asakusa Tetsu.

"You're bullying me."

She raised her head and said, looking aggrieved.

The embrace that she had fallen into continued, and the girl hadn't even had time to react before she struggled to break free... or perhaps she didn't want to end this impulsive and ambiguous situation.

In short, Horikita Suzune experienced the feeling of acting cute again after a long time.

And in an instant, a sense of attachment arose.

She seemed to have rediscovered the feeling of being a younger sister, the one she used to have when she followed behind her all-powerful older brother.

Even when he was younger, his older brother had never been this close to him.

But that doesn't matter.

The important thing is his end.

Yes, Asakusa Tetsu has a lot of women around him, one after another revolving around him.

From Honami Ichinose to Kikyo Kushida, from Megumi Karuizawa to Arisu Sakayanagi.

There are too many women.

Even if she felt longing in her heart, even if she was clearly aware that she had developed feelings called love.

...Getting this close is still too much.

Horikita Suzune was still somewhat proud.

Even though all that pride and confidence turned into inferiority within that year.

But she felt she could still hold her head high with a little pride.

At least in terms of bust size, she definitely surpasses Sakayanagi Arisu.

Perfect shape, just the right size, amazing elasticity.

Pressing against his chest like this, she maintained just the right amount of intimate distance.

......wrong.

This is not the time for idle thoughts.

Record it! Record it!

Did he send it out?

Forcibly supporting her will, severing that attachment, holding her breath to prevent herself from breathing in his scent, Horikita Suzune quickly sat up and opened her diary.

The words in the diary remained unchanged; today's entry ended precisely on that one sentence.

"Reading completed for today, reading points +1."

He didn't send it.

While Horikita Suzune breathed a sigh of relief, she also felt a hint of resentment.

If it wasn't released, it wasn't released. Why deliberately play it at this time just to amuse yourself?

"Okay, that's enough playing."

Having admitted that he was playing with Horikita Suzune, Asakusa Toru put away the recorder and his diary.

The girl's feelings from earlier still lingered on his hands, but he wouldn't dwell on them too much now.

Although he thought that no matter how much time passed, he should still firmly like the opposite sex, at least for now, he should perhaps be a little more mature.

"do you like me?"

Okay, be more mature and just ask directly.

Don't drag things out, don't proceed gradually, just ask the questions you need to ask directly.

"I..." Horikita Suzune rubbed the knuckles of her right thumb and forefinger together, feeling an obvious unnatural sensation in her arm.

A very sudden, direct question.

The girl showed a slightly hesitant attitude.

But soon, she raised her head.

"I think... it should be... longing."

"Yes, that's right." She nodded, as if agreeing with herself: "I admire you a lot now."