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The other party typed a reply quite readily, and the rejection was without any tact or politeness.

"Why? Can you please tell me the specific reason?"

"Your skills are very good, almost approaching the professional level, but you are still a bit too good."

In front of the computer screen, Sakayanagi Yusu's whole body froze slightly. The clean and white forehead of the girl, who was always known for her well-educated nature and was praised by everyone who met her for being generous and decent, twitched slightly.

"Then I'm really sorry."

"It seems that the master is quite complacent about bullying me, a newcomer."

Sakayanagi Yusu took a deep breath and replied to the above message instantly, almost as if to vent.

"Then I, a rookie like me, will not bother you, Master."

"...I can't afford to be a master yet."

"Actually, I have only been learning chess for two years."

For the first time, Sakayanagi Yusu's eyes widened in such a state of disbelief that he didn't even notice that the cane beside him was knocked down.

"--ha?"

Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she narrowed her eyes and sent out a new message:

"Then, how about I find you another opponent?"

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The scene he saw through the glass that day remains in Sakayanagi Yusu's memory like it was the other day.

Returning to this facility deep in the mountains after six years, Sakayanagi Yusu felt a more direct discomfort than when he was a child.

The exterior of the building, the corridors, and the identical rooms were all dyed pure white.

Walking in the building that was thickly painted in pure white, it almost made people feel dizzy. Yusu Sakayanagi pursed her lips. The father beside her noticed her discomfort and took the initiative to support her daughter. Shoulder.

"Sakayanagi, no, I should call you Chairman Sakayanagi now, right?"

A man in his forties appeared at the end of the corridor. He stretched out his hand in a greeting gesture, and his sharp eyes left a deep impression on people.

"Teacher Ayanokouji, long time no see."

The father bowed slightly in salute.

"It's such a nostalgic title. Since you took over your father's position as chairman six years ago, you have basically not had much contact with me, let alone come here."

The middle-aged man known as Ayanokouji looked at the two people:

"This must be your daughter. I remember she came here with you."

"yes."

"I know very well that your attitude towards this experiment has changed from approval to opposition over the years, so I agreed to let you come here, do you understand?"

After a brief exchange of greetings, Ayanokouji walked up and said in the ear of Chairman Sakayanagi, with an almost pathological contentment in his tone:

"Because a real success is about to appear."

"If we take his training plan as a sample..."

Sakayanagi Yusu didn't pay attention to the man's narcissistic muttering.

She pressed her hands tightly against the transparent glass and stared into the room intently.

This is a one-way glass that can only be seen from the outside, but people inside cannot see the outside at all.

Boys and girls wearing uniforms looked like they were reading inside. Everyone made no unnecessary movements and just turned the pages mechanically.

"These are the kids from the fifth period. There are a few excellent samples among them, but they are far behind compared to the ones from the fourth period."

Noticing Sakayanagi Arisu's movements, Ayanokouji stopped his lecture and introduced expressionlessly.

"It sounds really powerful, but there are many problems with this experiment."

Sakayanagi Yusu turned around, put his hands behind his back and said with a smile.

"If you mean the humanitarian aspect, there's no need to say that."

Ayanokouji frowned slightly. If he didn't want to show the results of the experiment and bring the Sakayanagi family back to his own camp, he wouldn't waste time here at all.

"Of course that's not what I want to explain. After all, this experiment has been going on for so many years, and I can't stop it by speaking out."

Sakayanagi Yusu shook her head, and what she said next made Ayanoko's face suddenly look very ugly:

"I just feel that this experiment itself cannot successfully create artificial geniuses."

The moment a person is born, the moment he acquires life, his potential is already determined.

This is a product of chance and will continue to manifest itself in various fields from time to time.

This is the structure of human society.

Man cannot transcend what is imprinted in his genes.

This is the bloodline inherited from generations of ancestors, or the awakening caused by sudden mutation.

This means that if you want to create a genius, you can only deal with it at the genetic level, and there is no other way.

As a mortal who has been backward since birth, no matter what we do, we cannot get out of the realm of mortals.

No matter what kind of superior environment they are given, people who do not learn well will not become geniuses.

This is the view that Sakayanagi Yusu has held since she was a child, which is why she has always resisted this experiment in the past.

This experiment in creating genius was completely antithetical to her ideas.

The girl returned her gaze to the white room behind her. The reading time was over, and people of similar age to her inside were completing their daily exercises.

However, they all looked like they were fighting for their lives to bite him.

Of course.

Whether it is studies or sports, the competition here has transcended the level of children.

And those that stand out in this competitive environment are called "near-successful products"...

"Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, I have seen that man playing chess before."

Sakayanagi Yusu ignored Ayanokouji's increasingly gloomy expression. She smiled and handed over the information in her hand and explained:

"If you think that's the limit of what a white room can be, it's the closest thing to a successful one."

"Then I can only say that it is done behind closed doors. At best, it is just a false genius created through education."

"If you can't accept it, why don't you try to compete with the real geniuses outside who are of the same age as him?"

"As far as I know, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka-kun seems to have been systematically receiving chess training since he was four years old. Even here, there is no one who is good enough to be his opponent."

[Liang Beichuan, male, fourteen years old. ]

These words were printed on the front page of the information. Ayanokouji narrowed his eyes and looked a little uncertain.

In fact, Ayanokouji himself is more interested in the white room than Sakayanagi and others imagined. In his words, this is a mechanism that is enough to change the future of this country.

"In the past, he made his debut in the drama circle as a child actor. He was hailed as the most talented drama actor in the past ten years. He captured countless audiences in just two years. Last month, he suddenly announced that he would quit the drama circle and no longer act, which caused a stir in the society. widespread discussion and speculation."

After reading one page, I can't even find a word related to "chess".

Ayanokouji's right hand slightly loosened the paper, and found the only sentence in the small space in the lower right corner covered by his fingers:

[I started getting into chess two years ago and won the third 'Chess to Win' Cup. ]

"This Chess Opening Cup is an amateur competition held on a chess game platform."

Sakayanagi Yusu reminded him thoughtfully.

With a cold snort, Ayanokouji crushed the information in his hand into a ball of waste paper. He lowered his eyes and looked at the two of them and said:

"follow me."

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Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

When did I first know this name?

Even if I tried to recall it, it would be difficult to recall the exact date.

What is certain, however, is that this name has been engraved in my memory for as long as I can remember.

Anyone who has studied in a white room knows this name.

The reason is simple, because he is better than any student in any period, no matter how old he is.

Because no one can surpass Ayanokouji Kiyotaka who was born in the fourth period.

As a result, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was enshrined as the perfect model.

The children in the fifth period followed the instructions of the teachers and filed into a blank classroom. A picture was projected on the white wall. Sitting in the center of the picture was Ayanokouji who left a deep impression on them. Kiyotaka.

As the fifth generation students in the White Room who were only one generation below him, they were the ones most affected by it.

No matter how hard everyone here works, no matter how top-notch their achievements are, they still don't get any recognition.

All he got was the order to catch up with that unreachable, god-like existence.

Under this almost suffocating high pressure, some people began to worship each other, some began to hate each other, and even more people hoped to defeat each other. ,

A few people even doubted whether the character "Ayanokouji Kiyotaka" really existed, or whether it was just a fictional character fabricated by the instructors to motivate them.

Until one day later, the most outstanding children among the fifth generation were brought to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

As a challenger.

The natural result was total defeat.

From that day on, many fifth-generation students had the terrifying thought that they would never be number one with the other person in their midst.

People who thought this way were eliminated in subsequent tests.

In the end, the only people left here are those who regard Ayanokouji Kiyotaka as their opponents.

No matter what means are used, it must be proven that "Ayanokouji Kiyotaka" is not invincible.

This is almost the only goal left in life.

Then, they saw the failure of Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who was regarded as a "god" and the "closest to success" in the "white room".

On the chess board, the dark dragon sweeps across the white side.

The pure white house seemed to be gradually dissolving like the white chess pieces on a chessboard, and the things that had persisted in the past were shattered in an instant.

The sweetness and whiteness smeared on the dark emotions were torn apart wantonly. The children in the fifth period looked at the projection with hot eyes. No, it should be a white wall, because the instructors had already warned them when the situation was not good. Turned it off.

Kitakawa ryo.

Ichika Amasawa remembered the name of the user who played against Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

She licked the corner of her mouth with unsatisfied expression.

ps: Actually, several girls in the first grade are quite good-looking.

ps2: I have mentioned Nanase Tsubasa before, but mainly because this character has a childhood sweetheart, it is more troublesome to write.

ps3: Thank you for reading and subscribing. What I am writing now is to explain the main story of the high school chapter, so don't worry.

Main plot: Kitagawa Ryo's strength supremacy classroom: Chapter 8: Kitagawa Ryo who doesn't look too smart

On the first day of the new semester after the spring break, Azabu Junior High School, one of the most famous middle schools in Tokyo, was bustling with people. The freshmen who came to report looked at every plant and tree on the campus with admiration and curiosity. .

At the freshman opening ceremony, which was pregnant with new hope and new atmosphere, the hairline of the chairman of the school continued to recede as expected, but it still could not stop him from looking forward to the past impassionedly, boasting about the present, and looking forward to the future. The only pity was that for For the freshmen applauding in the entire lobby, it is difficult for anyone to remember the glorious history of this school after leaving here. After all, no matter how glorious the history of the school is, it cannot compare to the new recruits club who are already shouting in the square outside the door. The carefully dressed seniors are a delight to watch.

The teenagers who had just entered puberty turned around restlessly and communicated in whispers.

Thinking of the swaying bright smiles and inflammatory slogans of those senior students, they applauded extra hard after the chairman's speech, and even made the chairman embarrassed to bow one more time before leaving the stage.

The club culture of Azabu Middle School has developed quite rapidly in recent decades. Just like the rumors that the freshmen heard before entering school, the level of several well-known clubs has even exceeded the level of students. Among those who are called geniuses, Under the leadership of the unrivaled minister, many clubs have been semi-detached from the scope of the school and have made a name for themselves in the city and even in the country.

Correspondingly, the seniors who recruit new students in these societies are often the most unmoved group when recruiting new students. They just sit behind the table and hand out blank application forms to the swarming freshmen casually.

These applicants may not necessarily be able to enter the club, because after that, they will also undergo strict internal review.

For clubs that have already made a name for themselves, such as literature, painting, and football, they are essentially the ones who select new members, rather than them being selected by the new students.

In the crowded crowd, a girl asked a bit embarrassedly to the senior in the badminton club next to her: