It was the original owner of this body who had Savant Syndrome, not him.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka didn't dwell on it and quickly dismissed the matter of Savant Syndrome.
He picked up the photo album, his gaze fixed on the girl named Sakayanagi Arisu.
"Sakayanagi Arisu…"
He had just heard Ayanokoji Kiyotaka mention this surname this afternoon. He said that the chairman of Advanced Nurturing High School was surnamed "Sakayanagi."
Is it possible that he misunderstood?
Is this girl named Sakayanagi Arisu the chairman's daughter, and he wants to help him escape his father because he was once his daughter's friend?
However, a misunderstanding is a misunderstanding. Even if the chairman is acting out of kindness, his choice cannot change.
He has a bottom-line system, and at Private Hyakkaou Academy, he can maximize the value of his abilities.
To be able to do something but not do it, that's not his style.
He cannot simply hide in Advanced Nurturing High School and put all the pressure on Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
However… he's thinking a bit too far ahead right now.
What he should be thinking about most right now is how to leave this place.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka suddenly closed the photo album and turned to directly ask the professor beside him: "Professor, what is the reason you even resorted to kidnapping to bring my brother here? Don't tell me it's just to chat with him."
"This is not kidnapping! I only hoped they would invite Kiyotaka over. Who knew they would use such crude methods and even kidnap the wrong person!" The professor completely threw the blame onto the three "kidnappers."
After shifting the blame, his expression seemed hesitant. He was considering whether or not to tell Ayanokoji Kiyotaka his purpose: "Kiyotaka… Since you've lost your memory, it's better if you don't know these things. Knowing them won't do you any good."
"Since you weren't looking for me, I'll be leaving. I was brought here as my brother and missed an important date." Saying that, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka turned around decisively.
It would be great if he could just leave, but unfortunately, seeing Ayanokoji Kiyotaka walk towards him, the thug took a direct step sideways, blocking the door.
Ayanokoji turned to question the professor: "Professor? Since you weren't looking for me, are you still not letting me leave? Is this not kidnapping?"
The professor quickly grabbed Ayanokoji Kiyotaka: "Kiyotaka, don't be in a hurry to leave! Although we were looking for Kiyotaka, since you're here, it's the same. Either of you is fine!"
He placed both hands on Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's shoulders and earnestly instructed: "However… before you listen to me, you must promise me not to tell your father about our conversation."
"Why?" Ayanokoji Kiyotaka asked, feigning ignorance: "Speaking of which, when I came, they said my father was also here. Were they lying to me?"
"Of course they were lying to you. Your father couldn't possibly be here. Because of conflicting ideals… we've fallen out."
"Kiyotaka, can you promise me? If not…"
His gaze shifted to the thug behind him. Although he didn't say it clearly, the meaning in his words was self-evident.
The professor's words already contained a threat. For his own safety, Ayanokoji answered without hesitation: "I promise you."
"Kiyotaka, you truly are a sensible child!" The professor excitedly grasped Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's hand.
Heh heh… you might as well give me an option to refuse.
The professor noticed Ayanokoji's cold gaze and sighed softly: "Kiyotaka, I know you don't trust me much, but you have to believe me. I'm doing this for your own good. You and your brother are both in great danger!"
"…I don't understand what you mean."
"You've lost your memory now, so it's hard for me to make you understand my words. I need to think about how to explain it."
He thought for a while and then asked: "Kiyotaka, first of all… do you know the details of the White Room project?"
Ayanokoji shook his head.
"The White Room is a talent cultivation institution, or you could say a school. However, this school begins educating and nurturing infants from birth, allowing them to grow excellently according to a predetermined plan, becoming talents who can contribute to society."
"The White Room's biggest goal is to disregard human differences and achieve the mass cultivation of artificial geniuses."
"Professor, since you are a psychologist, you should know that this kind of research violates human ethics, right?"
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka couldn't help but retort: "Even if your project can mass-produce talents, completely depriving children of their human rights and treating them as tools is absolutely forbidden by law!"
"…Kiyotaka, you're right. As a psychologist, I really shouldn't be doing this kind of research."
To Ayanokoji's surprise, the professor actually lowered his head and admitted his mistake, but then he began to defend himself.
"However, when your father came to me, I couldn't help but be tempted. Kiyotaka, can you understand how significant this project is?"
"As long as we achieve this goal, we will be the saviors of this world, we will be the future! Forget the Nobel Prize in Medicine; if the research succeeds, there might even be scientific awards named after me! What researcher could refuse such a temptation?"
"…You continue." Ayanokoji was noncommittal about his defense.
The professor also knew that what he was doing was against human ethics, and he didn't try to gain Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's understanding, so he continued.
"In short… I was persuaded by your father. He was once his most trusted deputy, and together we built this institution specifically for cultivating talents, the White Room."
"In our expectation, by thoroughly managing and educating infants from the moment of birth, and through certain guidance, every child would be able to grow into an artificial genius."
"However, things weren't that simple. Although we found patterns in human cultivation, there were huge differences in each person's growth. Some people are naturally dull and are failures who will never succeed no matter how much they are taught."
"In fact, most of the children cultivated had problems in some areas and simply did not grow into the talents we needed…"
"But even so, our research still solidly showed results. Many children gradually displayed their talents during the research, and the proportion in each period kept increasing."
"It can be foreseen that as long as this research continues, in the future, decades from now, the White Room will surely sublimate into an indispensable research facility for the entire world, becoming the high tower of human civilization…!"
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