I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Hayato Hayama's pupils contracted sharply; he instantly understood the gravity of the situation.

“As for the companies outside,” Lynn said, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"What they want to buy is an exclusive story of 'providing timely help to Zongwu High School, the cradle of future elites, when it was at its lowest point, and gaining priority access to future talents'."

"This is called 'angel investing,' which invests in connections and the future, not cheap advertising space."

Yukino Yukinoshita was completely stunned. She felt that her proud logic and rationality were being shattered by a way of thinking that she had never heard of before and was of a higher dimension.

“So…” Lynn put down his pen, leaned lazily against the table, and gave the final instruction, like a chess player who had already seen the outcome.

“We don’t need to do anything. Yukinoshita, right now, draft a special investment plan for the school festival and include the ‘qualifications’ and ‘benefits’ we just mentioned.”

"Then, send it to all potential targets."

He paused, then said in a tone that seemed to bring the discussion to a close:

"Inform them that the Executive Committee will hold an online bidding process tomorrow at 4 PM. There are three spots available, and the bidder offering the highest 'overall value' will win."

"All we have to do is sit in front of the computer and brew some black tea..."

His gaze swept over the completely petrified crowd, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"...Enjoy an auction."

auctions.

This word, like a depth charge, stirred up a tidal wave in everyone's already turbulent minds.

The entire activity room fell into an eerie, absolute silence, where even breathing ceased.

Yui Yuigahama's mouth was agape, and her usually vibrant eyes were now filled with nothing but confusion.

Her brain had completely given up thinking; she just instinctively felt that she recognized every word the teacher said, but when put together, it became a foreign language that she couldn't understand at all.

Hayato Hayama, the eternal king of popular life, had completely lost his sunny smile at this moment.

He looked at Lynn with the same look he gave her, as if she were a monster in human skin.

As a top player in the social circle, he understood better than anyone how terrifying Lynn's plan was.

This is no longer solving the problem.

This is creating rules.

He effortlessly transformed a massive crisis that could have humiliated the Chief Military Academy into a profitable business game with rules set by himself.

Furthermore, in this game, all participants will willingly, even eagerly, hand over their money to him.

This precise insight into and manipulation of people's hearts and interests has transcended the realm of "intelligence" and reached a level akin to "sorcery."

The first to recover from this extreme shock was Hachiman Hikigaya.

He suddenly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Hey, Hikigaya, are you alright?" Yui Yuigahama asked him worriedly.

Hachiman did not answer; instead, he let out a strange, uncontrollable sound from between his fingers, sounding like both crying and laughing, but with no clear meaning.

"Heh...hehe...hahahaha..."

(A devil...this man is definitely a devil...)

Hikigaya's mind was screaming wildly.

(He wants to solve more than just problems, he wants to make a profit...)

(He even wanted those self-proclaimed elites of high society to tear each other apart and kill each other like beasts in a gladiatorial arena for a 'qualification' that he casually drew!)

(This isn't an auction...it's clearly a public, bloody, and inhumane execution show!)

(This is terrifying...and...so funny!)

An unprecedented, morbid sense of excitement caused Hachiman Hikigaya's rotten, dead fish eyes to light up with a light comparable to a searchlight for the first time.

He felt that all the "human observation" he had learned in his life was as insignificant as kindergarten flashcards in front of this man.

As for Yukino Yukinoshita, who was designated by Lynn as the "executor," she was the one most directly impacted.

She stood there blankly, her mind a complete blank.

Auction...bidding...

These words, like a key, instantly unlocked the door to "conspiracy theories" in her mind.

(Something's not right...)

In her mind, countless clues were frantically connecting.

(Mr. Lynn probably knew about his sister's plan from the beginning... He might even have been waiting from the start for his sister to set up this 'stage'...)

(My sister's goal was to force me to comply by withdrawing the sponsorship, thereby proving that my 'perfection' was easily shattered and that I was nothing without the family...)

(And what Mr. Lynn needs to do is...)

A conclusion that sent chills down her spine, absurd yet perfectly reasonable, surfaced in her mind.

(What he had to do was, on the perfect stage his sister had personally built, use her most prized 'assets' and 'rules' to completely crush her!)

(He not only wanted to win, but he also wanted to tell his sister in the cruelest and most heart-wrenching way—everything you are so proud of is nothing but a child's game in front of me.)

The moment she realized this, Yukino Yukinoshita felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating.

The way she looked at Lynn had completely changed.

There was no longer any doubt or confusion, only a profound sense of awe and fear, like looking up to a deity.

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath and sat down in front of the computer. Her usually cold eyes were now burning with an unprecedented flame.

She knew that what she was about to do was not a simple business plan.

Instead, it was a letter… handwritten by Ms. Lynn herself, delivered through her own hands to her arrogant older sister…

A challenge!

Chapter 76: The Crazy Auction! A Mysterious Tycoon Searches for Teacher Lynn?

"What are you still doing?"

Lynn's voice interrupted her reverie. He pointed to the computer on the table, his tone urging her on.

"Does my plan have any logical flaws?"

“…No, no.” Yukino Yukinoshita managed to squeeze out the two words from her throat.

It's not just flawless; it's a perfectly executed, openly planned scheme.

"Let's begin then." Lynn yawned, found the most comfortable sofa to sit on, took out his phone, and started playing a match-3 game.

It was as if the plan that had just stirred up the entire Soubu High School had nothing to do with him.

"I hate working overtime, so I try to send out the proposal before dinner."

Watching the man instantly switch back to "lazy teacher" mode, everyone in the activity room felt a strong sense of unreality.

It was as if the demon king who had just been pointing out the flaws in the world and manipulating people's hearts was just their illusion.

But they all knew that wasn't the case.

……

Meanwhile, on the top floor of a high-end private club in downtown Tokyo.

Yukinoshita was elegantly swirling her glass of red wine as she listened to the fawning report from the student council president of the seaside high school on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, Miss Haruno, don't worry. Things are completely out of control at Soubu High School. I heard that Miss Yukinoshita is even preparing to beg you for mercy."

"Is that so?" Yang Nai chuckled, his laughter filled with the pleasure of a hunter watching his prey step into the trap.

"That child needs to learn how to face reality. Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, she downed the crimson liquid in her glass in one gulp, her smile growing increasingly cold.

(Yukino, don't blame me. Blame your funny Japanese language teacher.)

Her gaze drifted out the window, but her thoughts returned to the man.

(Lynn… a ghost. I used the entire intelligence network of the Yukinoshita family, but all I found was a blank page, as clean as a sheet of paper wiped clean by the hand of a god. How could such a person exist?)

(Since we can't find out from the front, we'll just... build you a big enough stage, and give you a piece that you'll care about enough, forcing you to get involved yourself.)

(Let me see, Lynn. How will you dance to this symphony of 'despair,' which I composed for you myself?)

Just as she was enjoying the thrill of being in control and directing everything, she received a new email in her private inbox.

From: [Sobu High School Festival Executive Committee]

Subject: [Invitation to Open Bidding for the Chief Strategic Partner Position of Soubu High School Festival]

"Oh?"

Yang Nai raised an eyebrow slightly and opened the email with great interest.

(A desperate struggle? Yukino, you're still too naive...)

However, as her gaze swept over the meticulously worded, logically rigorous, and capitalistly arrogant proposal, word by word…

The smile on her face gradually froze.

When she saw phrases like "three chief positions," "online bidding," "profitability," and "priority access to future talent"...

The composure and playfulness in her eyes, which always held a playful smile, vanished instantly, like ice thrown into a raging fire.

Instead, there was a kind of... a burning tremor mixed with extreme shock and morbid ecstasy!

(Not Yukino...)

This idea became a conclusion without even needing to be considered.

(That naive, idealistic, and rule-bound little sister could never write such a... such a devilish business plan that manipulates people's hearts and capital, full of the perverse pleasures of those in power!)

Well, there is only one answer.

A name, with the force of a thunderbolt, crashed into her mind.

—Lynn!

(So ​​that's how it is... So that's how it is!)

Yang Nai's breathing became uncontrollably rapid, her chest heaving violently, her face, which always wore a perfect mask...

For the first time, a flush, almost manic, mixed with excitement and humiliation, appeared.

(I thought I was testing you, setting up a stage for you, offering you a pawn, waiting to see how you would struggle...)

(But you...you actually...)

(You actually complained that my stage was too small and the lighting too dim, so you simply tore down the entire theater and used my bricks to build your own magnificent auction house!)

(You turned the 'debt' I carefully prepared to humiliate Yukino into the 'qualification' that everyone is fighting for!)

(You turned the 'desperate situation' I painstakingly created into a 'game' for you to make money!)

(I thought I was a superior chess player, but from beginning to end, I was just a clown... comically, diligently, setting up the scene in front of you!)

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

She crushed the valuable crystal goblet to pieces.

Sharp shards of glass pierced her delicate skin, and bright red wine mingled with a few drops of blood...

Following her fair fingers, the drops fell onto the polished floor, like blooming, eerie spider lilies.

But she felt no pain at all.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation, of being utterly crushed, mingled with a perverse excitement at finding kindred spirits, or even beings of a higher order—

Intertwined, they surged through her entire body like an electric current.

Yukino Yukinoshita stared intently at the screen, and for the first time, a crack appeared on that face that always wore a perfect mask.

She smiled.

She laughed so hard her body trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.