You Will Regret This Ichinose! [181]

At that moment, the students of Year 2 Class A were utterly bewildered.

They couldn't comprehend why Nagumo, the very person who had led them to victory and always wore an enthusiastic smile, now had such a terrified expression on his face.

"Look, I've already planned everything for you after you leave."

As he spoke, Uesugi Gen pulled out his phone and started typing in a memo, muttering to himself as he wrote.

"On the first day, you'll pay your respects to your seniors and boss. Don't worry—since you're with me, they'll treat you very kindly."

"On the second day, you'll take the first flight to Thailand. Don't stress over the money—I'll handle it. Just focus on enjoying yourself."

"When you return, you'll immediately begin a year-long idol training program. You'll be confined in a three-tatami-mat-sized room, watching idol videos for fifteen hours a day as part of brainwashing education. Then, you'll be sent to a remote mountain, where you'll train your vocals under a waterfall and practice dancing every day. After all that, you'll officially debut."

"Oh, right—we need to pick a stage name. But honestly, I think 'Nagumo Miyabi' is perfect. Gender-neutral. No need to change it."

Uesugi Gen nodded to himself as he continued writing.

"N-No… this can't be—!"

Nagumo Miyabi's pupils dilated. His hands, held defensively in front of his chest, trembled as he waved them frantically. His face turned deathly pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he staggered backward in panic.

Crash!

Several chairs at the front of the classroom were knocked over as Nagumo lost his footing and fell hard onto the floor. Supporting himself with his hands, he scrambled backward, kicking against the ground as if trying to escape from a nightmare incarnate.

"Come on now, no need to be so heartbroken. Idol careers don't last long anyway. Who knows? You might fade into obscurity in just a few years. And when that happens, I'll come cheer you on with Horikita Manabu at your retirement concert. Then, wouldn't it be the perfect time to team up with Secretary Tachibana to snatch Horikita from him?"

Suddenly, as if remembering something important, Uesugi Gen clapped his hands and kindly reminded him:

"Oh, by the way, you can try to run away. But just so you know, my family has connections in various countries around the world. If you're planning to escape, your best bet would be Africa or Antarctica—maybe you can take the opportunity to admire some hippos and penguins baring their teeth."

"What do you think? I'm a nice guy, aren't I?"

Uesugi Gen turned to Nagumo with a smile.

"No! Absolutely—NO!"

Nagumo Miyabi scrambled to his feet, shoving aside the Year 2 Class A students who had gathered around in confusion. Like a madman, he dashed out of the classroom.

"YAMEROOOOO!!!"

His despairing cry echoed through the hallway, lingering in the air for a long time.

Shielding his eyes with his hand, Uesugi Gen watched Nagumo flee, sighing in admiration:

That speed… definitely outclasses Shibata's.

Then, he scanned the Year 2 Class A students once more and grinned.

"Well, my work here is done. I'll be heading out now, seniors."

"Wait! What did you say to Miyabi? Why did he end up like that?"

The orange-haired girl who had greeted him earlier stepped forward, blocking his path with a frown.

"Hmm…"

Uesugi Gen stroked his chin, feigning helplessness. "I suppose you could say your ever-so-confident Nagumo Miyabi tried to challenge me. But since he's too incompetent, he ended up scaring himself instead. That's about it."

With that, he stepped around the girl and left the classroom.

"Oh, right—"

As if recalling something, Uesugi Gen turned back and, in a well-intentioned tone, added:

"Nagumo Miyabi got caught spreading false rumors, which means your class will be penalized accordingly. I'd say the deduction should be just enough to drop you down to Class B."

At those words, the students of Year 2 Class A, who had been glaring at him with clenched fists, turned pale in an instant.

"And with that, his plan to dominate Year 2 has gone up in smoke. So, you guys better start preparing for the next special exam. Do your best to graduate from Class A."

"Well then, I'll take my leave now—my dear seniors from Year 2 Class B."

SLAM!

Uesugi Gen casually pushed open the door to the chairman's office.

Everything was already in place. Now, he just needed to give Sakayanagi’s father a little nudge to remove the 'Vice' from his Vice President title and officially make him Student Council President by tomorrow.

"Huh? Not here?"

Scratching his head, Uesugi Gen looked around the empty office and muttered to himself.

He had also planned to grab a couple of tea packets while he was here—for Shiina.

Shiina Hiyori was a member of the Tea Ceremony Club, and she had a set of tea utensils in the spare dormitory. If he brought her some high-quality tea, she'd probably be quite pleased.

Gotta admit, capitalists sure know how to enjoy life. The tea they drink isn't even sold in Advanced Nurturing High School. But since no one was here, there wasn’t much he could do.

Closing the door, Uesugi Gen walked away with his hands in his pockets.

He planned to head to Keyaki Mall and bring back lunch for Ichinose.

Hm?

Halfway there, he noticed a familiar figure—Tea-chabashira Sae, the homeroom teacher of Year 1 Class D. She was standing respectfully at the entrance of a reception room, as if waiting for someone important.

Uesugi Gen stroked his chin. At Advanced Nurturing High, there weren’t many people or events that could warrant a homeroom teacher waiting outside like this.

Then, a burly man with a sharp gaze and a stern expression stepped out of the reception room.

He looked somewhat familiar, but Uesugi Gen was certain he wasn’t a staff member at the school. After all, he had memorized the faces of all the key figures here.

More importantly, as the door opened, Uesugi Gen clearly heard Chairman Sakayanagi’s voice from inside.

Someone important enough for the chairman to personally meet, and yet, not from the school?

In that case, this person must hold a considerable position elsewhere.

A Year 1 Class D homeroom teacher. A vaguely familiar man. Someone with status. Putting these clues together…

Uesugi Gen's lips curved into a smirk.

That guy who bowed on TV and said ‘sumimasen’—!

Slapping his forehead in realization, he blurted it out.

The man, who had just taken a few steps, froze for a moment before casting a cold glance at Uesugi Gen. With a disdainful snort, he said, "This school truly is trash."

With that, he strode toward the exit.

So he was an outsider.

Which meant Uesugi Gen's guess was right.

That man was Ayanokouji Kiyotaka’s father. The architect of the White Room.

Uesugi Gen quickly brushed the matter aside—after all, the White Room was far less interesting to him than those two packets of tea in the chairman’s office.

Wait—

He suddenly stopped. That man’s grim expression… it definitely didn’t look like their conversation had gone well.

Considering that Ayanokouji’s father belonged to an opposing faction of the school, things might become troublesome for Sakayanagi Narimori.

For the sake of his tea, Uesugi Gen figured he should probably lend the chairman a hand.

A while later—

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka stepped out of the reception room, glanced at Uesugi Gen, and then left with Chabashira Sae as if nothing had happened.

Uesugi Gen, on the other hand, casually pushed the door open and walked inside…

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