"Ying Gong Tong?"
Spencer repeated the na, her eyes widening in shock. Pointing at Yan Huan, she blurted out,
"Oh! That’s the one you like—the Vice President!"
"......"
Yan Huan didn’t respond. He simply took a deep breath and closed the laptop.
He didn’t know the password, but judging by the contents, there was no way it held anything ordinary.
Slowly, he sat down in his Student Council President’s chair, wrapping his coat tightly around himself as if the room had suddenly turned freezing cold.
"Hoo..."
Breathing into his hands, he stared blankly at the notebook filled with his photos. A heavy silence fell over the room.
"......"
Spencer blinked, glancing at him uneasily. It was clear—Yan Huan had taken a critical hit.
She had always wanted to steal Yan Huan away from that fake Ying Gong Tong, but even she hadn’t expected this level of perversion.
And judging by Yan Huan’s reaction, he clearly had no idea. He was completely stunned.
A rare feeling of sympathy crept into Spencer’s heart.
She hesitated, reaching a hand toward him, as if to say sothing—maybe even to comfort him.
But in the end, her hand stopped mid-air.
"Ugh..."
She folded her arms instead, pacing back and forth beside him.
She kept sneaking glances at the dazed Yan Huan.
"Ugh..."
Round and round she walked, her confusion only deepening.
What was she even supposed to do?
This was the perfect mont—while Yan Huan’s image of Ying Gong Tong was shattering, she could swoop in and take him for herself.
But looking at his current state, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
And so, she just stood there, silent and restless.
Ding ding ding~
The class bell rang.
"Class is starting, huh..."
The sharp sound snapped Yan Huan out of his daze slightly.
He lifted his gaze and saw Spencer crouched by his desk.
She peeked over the edge, her fingers gripping the tabletop, her big blue eyes staring up at him.
"...Mm, go to class, Spencer."
"Oh, uh... You okay?"
"......"
Spencer blinked, stood up, and hesitantly walked toward the door.
"I’m really leaving, okay?"
"Mm."
"...I really am, okay?"
Standing at the doorway, Spencer turned back one last ti, voice soft.
"...Mm."
She nodded, stepping outside.
But just as the door was about to close, she poked her head back in and whispered,
"I’m really leaving, okay? You... don’t do anything stupid, alright? It’s not that big a deal... got it?"
"......"
Yan Huan’s face darkened. Just as he was about to say sothing, Spencer saw his expression and quickly slamd the door shut.
Click.
Now, only Yan Huan remained in the Student Council Office.
He glanced at the ti—it was already the start of class.
Normally, Ying Gong would have stopped by the office before class.
But today, she hadn’t co at all.
"......"
Yan Huan pulled out his phone, opened Plane, and sent a ssage to Ying Gong.
"Ying Gong, did you not co to school today?"
"......"
No response.
Frustrated, he put his phone down and flipped through the notebook again.
It contained photos from all over campus, not just the Student Council Office.
Flipping further, he even found pictures taken outside Nursery Rhy Pub and his own apartnt entrance.
"......"
Yan Huan’s stomach twisted in disgust. He nearly slamd the notebook shut as if he had swallowed a fly.
But the motion caused a loose photo to flutter out, landing on his desk.
Pausing, he picked it up.
It was a photo from when he and Ying Gong attended the Doujin Exhibition together.
In the picture, Ying Gong was smiling radiantly, her expression as perfect as ever.
His lips pressed together, and out of habit, he flipped it over to check the back.
And then—his pupils contracted.
"March 10th, Golden Lion Convention Center."
"This is the first ti in my life I’ve taken a photo with a man other than my father and brother. I’ll treasure this one."
"I loved seeing the President turn down other girls for . He looked so handso."
"So as a reward, next ti, I’ll take the initiative to get closer to the President I like~"
Yan Huan stared at the handwriting for a long ti.
On his desk, ow-chan suddenly materialized, hopping up and sitting properly.
Looking at Yan Huan, he said,
"Looks like Ying Gong really does like you, ow. No need to doubt it anymore."
"......"
Yan Huan remained silent, flipping open the notebook again.
One by one, he checked the backs of the other photos.
"November 9th, Student Council Office."
"The President seems to like petite girls who trigger his protective instincts. Also, he has a preference for thigh-high socks."
"I should wear more of these in the future."
"November 3rd, Cafeteria."
"The President prefers strong teas like black tea. As an international student, his knowledge of etiquette is limited."
"Too much formal etiquette might overwhelm him. I should remove so and keep only the essentials."
Yan Huan continued flipping through the photos, while ow-chan examined them as well.
Finally, ow-chan turned to Yan Huan and reassured him,
"Even though they’re all secretly taken, at least none of them are too extre. No photos of you changing clothes or showering, ow."
Yan Huan understood what ow-chan was trying to do—keeping him grounded, stopping him from spiraling.
It wasn’t just for his sake but for dealing with the Modifier as well.
After a pause, ow-chan added,
"But... it looks like all those details that hit your weak spots were things Ying Gong studied and intentionally displayed."
"They weren’t really her."
"......"
Yan Huan exhaled deeply and nodded.
"Yeah."
"So... what are you going to do, ow?"
Looking at the photos, Yan Huan said,
"Last night, you asked the right question, ow-chan. Now that the truth is clear, I really can’t say if I still like her."
"ow..."
ow-chan looked at him worriedly, but Yan Huan continued,
"But I also can’t say that I won’t like her anymore."
"ow?"
Resting his chin on his hand, Yan Huan gazed at the door.
"ow-chan, in my opinion, when it cos to feelings—
If you don’t like soone, walk away.
If you do, then move forward without hesitation.
"There’s no point in avoiding it, only to end up tangled in regret. That kind of indecision only tortures both sides..."
He didn’t move from his seat. Instead, his voice was firm as he declared,
"So, I want to understand the real Ying Gong.
"I want to confront her about what she’s done. I want to talk about our feelings, honestly.
"I’ll wait here for her to co back and explain."
ow-chan, watching the resolute Yan Huan, nodded in approval.
"Yan Huan, I’ll stay with you, ow."
anwhile, on a highway in Jinghe District, inside a moving black sedan—
Ying Gong Tong stared at her phone.
The screen displayed a live feed from the Student Council Office’s surveillance caras.
Although Spencer had broken the Barrier, the physical caras were still functioning.
So, she quickly pulled up the feed to check on the situation.
And then—
She saw Spencer opening the drawer.
She saw Spencer find the laptop and the notebook.
"SPENCER!!"
Ying Gong’s eyes turned red with rage as she clenched her teeth.
Just as she was about to order Nara to speed up—
She saw a young man in a coat enter the room.
"Pr—President..."
Her eyes widened in horror, her face draining of color.
"N-no... Spencer..."
But what could she do? She was kiloters away.
She could only watch in helpless terror as Spencer handed the notebook to Yan Huan.
Yan Huan flipped through it—
And his expression froze.
"...N-Nara, STOP THE CAR!"
"Huh?"
The car screeched to a halt by the roadside.
Nara turned back, only to see his young mistress ashen-faced, staring at the screen like a lifeless doll.
"What's wrong, Miss?"
The phone slipped from her hands, landing on the car floor.
With a trembling voice, she muttered,
"Th-the President... he found out...
"He knows I was monitoring him..."
The sa theory applied—if the Barrier was divided into two spaces, one nad "Outer" and the other "Inner
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