The sports festival had ended.
The match results had been announced.
Class A, Class B, and second-year Class A were declared losers in this sports competition, so each had 100 class points deducted.
For Nagumo, this was just a trivial matter not worth worrying about. A 100-point deduction wasn't something that would damage his dignity if he overthought it.
Next, the announced winners were first-year Class C and Class D, as well as third-year Class A, each receiving an additional 50 class points.
Currently, the class point breakdown for the first year was as follows:
Class A (Ichinose Honami): 1396 – 100 = 1296
Class B (Arisu Sakayanagi & Yuuki Asuna): 960 – 100 = 860
Class C (Akasaka Ryunosuke): 778 + 50 = 828
Class D (Shiina Hiyori): 715 + 50 = 765
Hachiman stared at the class rankings on the announcement board while furrowing his brow.
He sensed a bad premonition. If the gap with first place wasn't too large, it might still be safe. However now, Class A's points were already too far ahead. If this continued, a "three against one" situation would be created. It wasn't impossible that Classes B, C, and D would work together to bring down Class A.
Hachiman glanced at his classmates. Even though their points were cut by 100, they didn't show much reaction, which made him sigh softly.
The gap between first and second place was very wide, more than 400 points. Moreover, the points of the three classes below were very close together.
This is dangerous!
While putting his hands in his pockets and hunching his back, Hachiman muttered, "Looks like I need to talk to Ichinose and Kanzaki. We can't let this continue..."
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On the other side. The Chairman's Office.
Narumori was completing his daily work as usual when suddenly his phone rang. He put down his work and looked at the incoming phone number.
It was from his teacher.
He sighed softly.
"What must come has finally come." He then answered the phone.
"Hello, it's been a long time since we've communicated, Sensei..."
On the other end of the phone was Ayanokouji Atsuomi, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's father, as well as Narumori's teacher. Without pleasantries, he immediately launched a sharp question.
"Is Kiyotaka with you?"
Narumori hesitated for a moment. Aware that this could no longer be hidden, he admitted it boldly.
"That's correct, he is here... Sensei."
"Heh~." Atsuomi laughed cynically. "You still consider me your teacher?"
"Taking my son to Advanced Nurturing High School without permission, you're really bold, Narumori!!!"
Atsuomi on the other end of the phone was clearly on the verge of great anger. His political position in recent years had been threatened. To strengthen his power in the political world, he launched an artificial genius human project called the White Room.
By selecting the best genes from the national DNA database, they were gathered to undergo cruel selection. The only survivor who succeeded was his own son, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. The White Room's finest masterpiece.
Half a year ago, his son managed to escape from the White Room thanks to the help of another masterpiece, Matsuo Eiichiro—the second outstanding work as well as the son of the White Room's manager who was also his personal butler.
Atsuomi didn't know how they could conspire to help his son escape. Although he had punished and eliminated them from this world, the loss of two major assets made the White Room's existence lose its meaning.
Moreover, now his political position continued to decline. He desperately needed Kiyotaka, the White Room's masterpiece, to prove that his idealism was correct and to secure his wavering power.
Atsuomi took a deep breath and returned to a calm expression, as if the anger earlier didn't come from him.
He knew very well that Advanced Nurturing High School was monitored by many major figures. If his son could show outstanding performance there, it would give him great benefits.
However, he knew his son's character perfectly. Kiyotaka would never want to follow his wishes.
Atsuomi massaged the bridge of his throbbing nose, composing his words, then said to Narumori.
"Expel my son from school. He doesn't belong at Advanced Nurturing High School."
Narumori said in a reluctant tone. "As an educator, it's impossible for me to give up on any student. So I apologize, Sensei, I cannot comply with your order."
Atsuomi snorted coldly once again. "Hahaha, I already knew that this teacher of yours no longer has any value in your eyes. If so, are you prepared to become my enemy?"
Atsuomi leaned back in his chair, making an implicit threat. "Although my political status is falling, destroying a school chairman like you is very easy. Think carefully, Narumori..."
Narumori took a deep breath, he had solidified his decision. "As an educator, my duty is to educate students to become useful people, so... I apologize, Sensei."
Atsuomi's finger tapping on the desk stopped. As if understanding his student's mindset, he smiled resignedly. "You've grown up, Narumori."
"Not like before, when you always followed me like a chick and kept calling me Sensei."
Atsuomi said with a serious face, openly acknowledging. "As an educator, you are qualified."
Narumori showed a relieved smile while adjusting his glasses. "Of course, Sensei. Everything I learned from you, I have inherited well..."
Atsuomi didn't respond. Clearly he didn't agree with the meaning behind Narumori's actions. However, his conversation partner's principles as an educator weren't wrong. Moreover, they were learned from him.
If he denied it, wouldn't that be the same as denying his past self? Although he indeed didn't acknowledge his former self.
Atsuomi sighed and said, "Are you ready to become my enemy, Narumori?"
"Yes."
Narumori answered with a serious expression as his reply.
"I see..." Atsuomi showed a disappointed expression. "Can I meet my son?"
"That one request from Sensei, I can certainly fulfill." Narumori answered without hesitation.
"Alright, in two days I'll come to meet him." After saying that, Atsuomi disconnected the phone call.