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Ayanokouji Atsuomi, Sakayanagi Narimori... these two names seem to have been made up in the anime, and they were not mentioned at all in the original novel.
Volume 189: Chapter : Artificial Genius × Fraudulent Funding√
Both Kushida Kikyo and Sakayanagi Arisu could feel that the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed from the moment Wu Yi sat down on the sofa.
But the one who felt this most profoundly was Ayanokouji Atsuomi.
He rarely felt this way, even in his thrilling life that lasted more than forty years, there were only a few such moments.
This is no longer just a sword in the back, but rather a dozen assault rifles produced in a small workshop in Africa are pointed at his head.
This type of firearm has extremely poor stability and may accidentally fire at any time, but its power is guaranteed. For African black uncles who believe in shooting, it is a good horse with a good saddle, just like Lu Bu rua Diao Chan.
Having them pressed against your head is like kissing the Grim Reaper's scythe on the cheek.
"50 million, and I want you to get Kiyotaka expelled from school."
Without even saying the simple words "my son", the man still made his request.
Fifty million……
For ordinary people, this amount might require them to save for more than ten years without eating or drinking, but in Wu Yi's eyes, it is just a normal price.
In fact, for top-level martial artists, the amount of assets they need to be hired to fight for is at least between tens of billions and hundreds of billions, such as the development rights of a real estate project or a corporate building in the city center.
The greater the number of assets at stake, the greater the reward for winning.
For example, when Wu Yi first debuted and registered as a Kengan fighter, his appearance fee was only around 10 million, but less than a year later the price soared to over 100 million. By then, his Kengan record had reached 41 wins and no losses, and the total assets he had won were more than 250 billion.
But that's only possible if you go on stage and win.
Just by getting one student to drop out, you can achieve half of your goal. Emmm... I can only say that the boss is very generous.
"You really are willing to spend money."
Wu Yi glanced at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka who was still expressionless behind him.
"You spent 50 million to make your son drop out of high school. Did you fail to get into a famous high school when you were young? In order to maintain your dignity as a father, you did not allow your son to graduate from a famous high school?"
"I have developed a training plan that is more suitable for him."
Ayanokouji Atsuomi was naturally unmoved.
"White Room, that's a secret training program funded by the Japanese government. If you want to know the details, ask Sakayanagi and he'll tell you."
"Oh?"
Wu Yi looked at a certain white-haired chairman curiously.
I mean - can you elaborate?
Sakayanagi Seimori did not hide his secrets and said with a smile: "To put it simply, it is an artificial genius training plan. The process is to train some children from a young age in a place where there will be no external interference, and they will be trained intensively in all aspects. There, it only takes a dozen years or even a few years for a child to gain knowledge and abilities that ordinary people can hardly achieve in their entire lives. The price is... they usually have serious personality defects."
"That sounds pretty ridiculous..."
Wu Yi shook her head in disbelief, and turned her gaze back to the man sitting on the sofa opposite her.
"So why not use this money to develop artificial intelligence? It doesn't need a sound personality anyway. So artificial intelligence seems to be more reliable. At least it won't run away from home."
"There is still an insurmountable gap between current artificial intelligence technology and real humans..." Ayanokouji Atsuomi replied with a frown.
“For example, AI can’t go to jail?”
"..."
The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.
Wu Yi continued casually.
"Before I came in just now, I seemed to hear you guys saying something like 'because so far no one as good as you has appeared', but wasn't the purpose of your setting up the White Room to mass-produce geniuses? So in a way, your plan has already been sent, right?"
"..."
The man was completely silent.
He couldn't understand. Wasn't the Wu family a family of killers? Shouldn't speaking be as concise as hammering a nail into a board?
Why is this generation of Wu so mean... and talkative?
"Ah, I understand."
Wu Yi clasped his hands together, an expression of sudden enlightenment appearing on his face.
"I see. Since this is a project funded by the Japanese government, you have to produce interim results to prove that your policy is correct. But now this interim result has run away from home on its own initiative, so you have to get it back, otherwise you won't be able to continue to get funding... In other words, you are cheating for funding, right?"
puff...
A very light laugh sounded in the room, and Ayanokouji Atsuomi's sharp gaze shifted immediately, sweeping across like a laser, but he did not notice any change in anyone's expression.
The reason why he didn't notice it was because of the angle. If he had turned sideways, he would have found that behind Chairman Sakayanagi, a white-haired loli was covering her mouth with one hand, with her shoulders shaking violently at a high frequency.
The man who had been suffering setbacks one after another since a certain point in time took a deep breath.
"That's enough. Let's stop chatting here. What's your answer to my request?"
He stared into Wu Yi's eyes the whole time he said this.
It's a big gamble.
If Wu Yi accepts the commission, not only will his (imagined) life crisis be resolved, but Qinglong's withdrawal from school will also be resolved.
The most important point is that he can write this expense on the reimbursement form and does not have to pay for it himself.
Wu Yi thought about it seriously and said, "Well, I can accept your offer in principle, but there are still a few details that need to be finalized. First... you have to pay the full amount first."
“There is no problem with that.”
"Secondly, the method of withdrawing from school is also open to discussion. At least you can't ask me to force your son to sign and fingerprint, right?"
"Of course."
The topic got on track and the two of them talked quite smoothly.
To sum it up - the reward is 100 million yen, and Wu Yi needs to find a way to get Ayanokouji Kiyotaka expelled from school. The method is arbitrary but it cannot cause serious physical harm to him. The time of expulsion is also decided by Wu Yi, but the sooner the better.
A moment later, Wu Yi signed the two still warm contracts printed out from the principal's office copier and threw them to Ayanokouji Atsuomi, then clapped his hands as if he had accomplished something.
"Okay, now that the commission has been established, you can keep one of them, and please mail the other one to Wu Zhili after you leave here, so that they won't accuse me of taking private jobs outside."
"understood."
After putting the two contract papers away, Ayanokouji Atsuomi actually smiled.
Of course, it was not a fatherly smile, but an ambitious smile.
"Come to think of it, now that it has come to this, I don't really want Qinglong to drop out of school."
"what?"
Wu Yi was startled when he heard this, and then waved his hand.
"Oh, never mind. It doesn't matter. As long as you pay the penalty."
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant."
Ayanokouji Atsuomi put away his smile and snorted coldly.
"Qing Long is the highest masterpiece of my plan. If he is expelled by you here, my training plan will be considered a failure to some extent."
"If it fails, then it fails. It was just used to defraud grants anyway, right?"
"..."
Ignoring the man who fell silent again, Wu Yi turned to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka who had been silent since just now.
"I'm sorry, but that's how it is. Your father paid me to expel you from school, so you don't have to hate me. This is just a simple transaction."
What greeted me was the same dull and lifeless gaze as always, but it seemed to hide an incomparable sense of oppression.
"Really? I don't think you can do that."
"Oh my, you are really confident."
Wu Yi smiled and patted his shoulder as if to brush away the dust.
"So, do you want to give it a try?"
Volume 190: Chapter : Breaking the Line for the Supreme Masterpiece
boom! ! !
Although no real sound was heard, everyone present felt the terrifying power like a volcanic eruption.
The source of that power came from Wu Yi's hand on Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's shoulder.
That was a weight that instantly forced Ryuuen and Albert to their knees, but it seemed to be within the tolerable range for the latter.
He merely staggered and then steadied himself. Although it was a little difficult, he managed to stand upright instead of kneeling down.
"Oh? It's really good."
Wu Yi was not surprised at all. He let out an appreciative click of the tongue, and the corners of his mouth rose more and more, while he continued to increase the strength of his hands.
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's entire body was trembling slightly, a sign of exerting his utmost strength.
If it were any other time, he would have said something like "My shoulders hurt, please don't do this," and acted like an insignificant student with no special skills except for his expressionless face.
But at this moment, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka said nothing, and stared at him with eyes as indifferent as a dry well, trying desperately to resist the heavy pressure.
There is no doubt that Wu Yi's behavior, which clearly carries an offensive intent, is strictly prohibited in this school and is a violation of school rules and regulations.
But no one present wanted to stop it, whether it was Sakayanagi Seimori, the chairman of the academy, or Ayanokouji Atsuomi who was still sitting on the sofa.
Although modern society advocates civilization and harmony, everyone knows that the best and only way to resolve conflicts is violence.
This is the only thing that has never changed in the thousands of years of development of human society.
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka said without blinking: "Let me go."
Wu Yi asked back: "What if I don't?"
There is no point in talking if there is no agreement. Knowing that a fight is inevitable, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka no longer hesitates.
Get started first!
He bent his knees and waist to relieve the force, and at the same time pushed out violently from bottom to top.
At least on this occasion, he didn't need to pretend anymore.
To be precise, from the moment Wu Yi met Ayanokouji Atsuomi, all the character that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka had created in the past had collapsed completely.
The person here now is not the ordinary first-year student of Gaoyu High School, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, but the supreme masterpiece of the White House.
"A bad move."
The violent palm wind came straight at his face, but Wu Yi was still in the mood to make a comment.
Although it didn't matter even if he got hit in the face, he still retreated half a body length away, loosened his left hand that was pressing on his shoulder, and instead grabbed Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's wrist, twisted it lightly, and at the same time kicked out with lightning speed, hitting the latter's knee.
Bang!
Although he reacted in time and took precautions, as the saying goes, force can defeat skill. His masterpiece of defense was like paper in front of Wu Yi's attack. A simple kick instantly broke his originally stable lower body, and his feet left the ground.
The world was spinning for only a moment, and the next second, he felt a hard landing on his back, and Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was thrown heavily to the ground.
It was a severe pain that felt as if the entire back was about to be broken, just like being thrown over the shoulder by a judo master.
Unable to wait to relax, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka stood up with a somersault.
Wu Yi just pulled lightly with his left hand, and the balance that had not yet been regained was broken again.
The familiar feeling of weightlessness spread throughout his body, and Ayanokouji Kiyotaka seemed to have expected it.
He suddenly straightened his slightly bent legs, exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, and kicked upwards in the air in an inverted hook posture.
This is a skill that even the elite special forces in the army can hardly perform, but it is performed by a seventeen-year-old boy. The fierce kick goes straight to the opponent's head!
Wu Yi raised his eyebrows.
"It's a good idea, and the technique is spot on, but the only shortcoming is... you're too slow!"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, he swung his fist down violently.
