A crossover anime, where people are in Classroom of the Imaginary Era, and behind the scenes, the ki

"can."

Hirata Yosuke was completely dumbfounded when he saw the two of them about to fight at the slightest provocation.

He looked at Ayanokouji with a puzzled expression:

"Ayanokouji-kun, you're transferring to Ryuen's class?!"

"Why? You were doing well in Class A, weren't you? Everyone trusted you a lot..."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka turned his head and said calmly:

"Because there are limited spots in Class A."

"I need to ensure I can consistently participate in the preliminary tests. I don't want to compete with you for those survival spots."

Hearing this straightforward reason...

Long Yuanxiang's forehead veins throbbed:

"Although I already guessed that this was the reason you came to see me..."

"But it really makes me furious that you said it to my face!"

Long Yuanxiang suddenly pushed off the ground and leaped out.

"Enough with the nonsense! Just do your job as a teaching assistant properly!"

Facing the charging Long Yuanxiang.

Hirata Yosuke retreated worriedly beyond the safety line, and blurted out instinctively:

"Ayanokoji-kun... will you win?"

"boom!"

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji caught Ryuen Sho's powerful punch steadily, and the shockwave exploded beneath their feet.

He tilted his head slightly:

"We will win."

Volume 1: Chapter 168 There's nothing to be afraid of anymore

At the corner of the teaching building corridor.

On their way to find Horikita Suzune and Nanase Tsubasa to test the results of their special training.

Su Wei walked along seemingly casually.

In reality, he was enjoying watching everything happening in the classroom through a virtual screen that only he could see.

To be honest, he almost couldn't hold back when he saw Ayanokouji calmly set his flag before the fight started.

As facts have proven, the power of causal weapons should not be underestimated.

Even though his opponent was Ryuen Sho without his cybernetic body, Ayanokouji, with the help of the Flag, inexplicably slipped on the mat in the first few rounds of the fight, and was almost caught off guard by Ryuen and punched hard in the temple.

Fortunately, the foundation of the White House's greatest masterpiece is there.

With his muscle control and quick reflexes, Ayanokouji managed to turn the tide and win the duel by sheer technical superiority.

"As expected, if the gap in strength between the two sides is too large, the so-called flag cannot completely determine the outcome."

"Those like Duoyuan Dali who can avoid being picked up by others are ultimately a minority..."

Su Wei secretly made a sarcastic remark to himself.

However, putting aside intelligence, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, whom Shiraya has trained over the past ten years, is indeed quite good in terms of pure physical skills.

But... it seems that only their military strength is something they can talk about.

He had always been curious about what Ayanokouji Atsuomi meant by creating the White House, supposedly to artificially create "perfect geniuses" who surpass everything, in order to prove the theory that "nurturing can absolutely supersede innate genes"...

If it were truly possible to start from scratch and transform any ordinary person into a genius.

Shouldn't we be mass-producing mediocre talents like Kanji Ike and Haruki Yamauchi, who have no redeeming qualities, into the same level as Ayanokoji?

But the reality is that the rejection rate for white-collar jobs is alarmingly high.

This survival-of-the-fittest Gu King model... feels essentially no different from the original Black Ball exam.

"Besides, quite a few people really did die in the White House, didn't they?"

Su Wei touched his chin.

As for the Black Ball exam, at least apart from the few unlucky ones he selected, he simply had GANTZ alter the memories of the other intruders who were eliminated, sending them back to live ordinary high school lives.

In comparison, he, the mastermind behind the scenes, has become a "great philanthropist".

Just as Su Wei's thoughts were wandering.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps was caught.

The sound was very soft.

Hanging at just the right distance from behind, neither too far away to lose sight of him, nor too close to expose his presence, he maintained a perfect balance of distance.