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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 Amasawa, 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 are merely maintaining this relationship superficially, treating it as a hopeless investment.

There is another group of people...

"Old Deng, give me a membership to the white gym."

The maid named Hayasaka Ai spoke to him so arrogantly.

She's just a maid, nothing more than a mere maid!

...but she is the maid of the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family.

Even though Kaguya Shinomiya doesn't actually have much power or status, she's not someone a middle-aged man abandoned by a political party can easily despise.

"..." Suppressing his contempt for the young brat, Ayanokouji Atsuomi said coldly, "You've come to the wrong place. There's no white gym here, and I'm not the receptionist who issues membership cards to you."

Ultimately, why would she talk to him about such nonsensical things at a time like this?

He, Atsuomi Ayanokoji, is currently in a period where he frequently interacts with other powerful figures in the White Room facility who can provide him with assistance and serve as political resources for him.

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 in front of him, the receptionist.

For Japanese politicians, conglomerates are absolutely necessary to win over and must be considered.

As the Shinomiya family possesses particularly terrifying numerical values, they are naturally within the scope of Atsuomi Ayanokouji'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 highly developed Oni Island.

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 family.

Although he verbally refused, Ayanokouji Atsuomi was secretly pondering what Hayasaka Ai's appearance really meant.

The Shinomiya family has learned about the White Room project and wants to invest in me, so they plan to learn more and test the waters first?

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 gym" some kind of derogatory term?

"Isn't this the white gym?"

"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 is a graduate of the gym, and he introduced 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 Gym' were clearly visible, but what made Ayanokoji Atsuomi's pupils contract even more was these five words.

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 thing?

This is a white room! It's a talent development facility! Not some lousy gym!

The man in his sixties was a bit stressed.

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, and the results of fitness training will gradually disappear due to laziness."

"I don't want graduates from my... 'white gym' to decline in skill level due to laziness."

As if from God's perspective, Ayanokouji Atsuomi saw himself saying the seemingly joking name 'White Gym' 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 a 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 grumbling, 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 said these words very calmly.

It was much more efficient than I had imagined.

The name 'Hayasaka Ai' appeared in the member information.

Ayanokoji Atsuomi no longer knew 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 seemed to have been there all along.

He even remembered the other person's name.

The sound of gauze rang out.

This member's fitness instructor, the fitness instructor at their white gym, is a man named Jie Xiongmingzao.

A clean-cut appearance and a seemingly slender body.

Suddenly, the clothes 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, Suzuki Kagetsugi, has ceased to exist.

He really wanted to figure out the reasons and 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.

Shoko Toyokawa, heir to the Toyokawa Group.

Fujiwara Chika, the daughter of the Fujiwara family.

Sonoko Suzuki, the eldest daughter of the Suzuki family.

The female members all seemed to have received recommendations from who-knows-where, and signed up for memberships intending to start exercising.

One or two of them seem to be... very worthwhile connections to cultivate.

For some 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, Atsuomi Ayanokoji has decided to transform his business and open a chain of gyms.

By opening more chain stores and recruiting more members, a network of relationships is built up in this way.

The money problem can be solved, and it seems the relationship problem can be solved as well.

Compared to playing around with talent development programs, this path seems much brighter.

just.

He seemed to have forgotten something.

For example...

She was assigned to the highly developed... Miss Tianze.

"..."

I 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 Tianze Yixia in the white room who are lagging behind, the term "masterpiece" should be 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, approach the other, understand the other, and admire the other's glory as a faith.

As soon as the concept of the greatest masterpiece, which has been instilled in their minds through years of education, is put forward, it can easily induce them to take action.

Unfortunately, for some reason, Tianze Yixia is now completely uninterested in the so-called 'greatest masterpiece'.

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, Tianze Yixia will probably adapt, accept, and eventually get used to it.

But no.

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 this is not the case.

The girl dreams every day.