"Hello, hello, hello!
"Can you get this on cara? OK!"
The cara had just been turned on, emitting a chanical buzz.
The bustling sounds of the surroundings filled the ears. Amidst this lively atmosphere, Yurianna, dressed in a full reporter's outfit, stepped into the center of the fra holding a microphone.
"Hello everyone! I am Yurianna, the Secretary of the Student Council! I am currently working part-ti as a reporter for the Yuanyue Newspaper Club!
"It is currently 8:12 in the morning. Soon it will be 8:30, and when the chis of the Yuanyue Clock Tower ring out, the annual Club War will officially begin!!
"At that ti, delegations from nurous clubs will make their entrance along the Central Axis Avenue, and I will be broadcasting it live for all of you!"
Yurianna raised a hand and made a peace sign in front of her bright and sparkling eyes before walking toward the Grandstand.
Right now in the Grandstand, students wearing armbands for the Student Council and the Disciplinary Committee were walking back and forth, alongside various school staff mbers inspecting the synchronization equipnt.
Yan Huan held a Walkie-Talkie, standing directly across from the Grandstand, conversing with Yabashi Ki in the distance.
"...You can do a test flight first to check the resolution. Are you sure you can get a clear shot?"
"Leave it to , President. This Drone is the Computer Club's ace. However, when our club makes its entrance later, I'll have to return to the formation for a bit, so I won't be able to record during that ti."
"That's fine. Just take off and test it for now."
"OK."
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
As Yabashi Ki's voice sounded over the line, he stood by the side of the field wearing a baseball cap, reached out a hand, and waved toward the Grandstand.
Imdiately after, a Drone ascended under his control, carrying a Cara and flying in circles around the venue.
"President, President! I am Yurianna, an intern reporter for the Yuanyue Newspaper Club, and I'm here to interview you!"
In the cara's fra, Yan Huan's handso side profile was zood in on.
Hearing this, he paused slightly and turned his head. Upon seeing Yurianna's outfit, his expression instantly darkened.
"Aren't you in the Student Council?! And even if not, shouldn't you be with the Model United Nations? Why did you run off to the Yuanyue Newspaper Club?"
"Hehe, everyone in the Model United Nations has already given up and started slacking off, so I took the opportunity to defect! Besides, didn't you want
to be the host, President? This works out perfectly."
"Student Yurianna is an expert at digging up news. She has provided us with many aningful headlines."
These words were spoken by the girl holding the Cara, serving as a voiceover.
Yurianna placed her hands on her hips, pulled out a small notebook, and showed it to Yan Huan.
"Look here! 'Who Will Win the President's Heart: The Sudden Arrival or the Childhood Sweetheart', 'Lifelong Commitnt Decided in the Grand Finale', 'Cold-Faced Witch Battles the Golden Lion King'..."
Yan Huan's face grew even darker. He flipped through the notebook filled with illegible scribbles and complained,
"Aren't these just gossip tabloids?"
"No, no, no, these are my Chronicles of Ti. Everything written in here will beco reality."
Yurianna tilted her head up and wagged her index finger as she spoke.
"...Heh."
Yurianna shook her head, pointed the microphone at Yan Huan, and declared,
"I ca here to interview the President. Hehe, everyone already knows that this Monday you said you had soone you liked. Reveal a little more information, won't you? Everyone is incredibly curious—who exactly is this girl?"
Yan Huan instantly beca expressionless, stating plainly and rapidly,
"I didn't, I don't, you misheard."
"How can you be like this?! You clearly said you did before, but now you're flat-out denying it!"
"The words I say are also the Chronicles of Ti. They will beco reality."
Yurianna flushed red. Gripping the microphone tight, she exclaid loudly,
"Rebound! Your Chronicles of Ti are invalid! Hmph, just you wait, President, I will figure it out myself! I'll find all the clues about the person you like!!"
"Heh, be my guest. By the way, irrelevant personnel shouldn't be wandering around here. Go to the botanical garden and water the roses I planted, thank you."
"Hmph!! Let's go, Senior Ouyang, we'll find the answer ourselves!"
"...Are you saying that Xiao Huan really said he already has soone he likes?"
In the Cara's fra, Ye Shiyu's expressionless yet incredibly beautiful face gradually ca into focus.
When she heard Yurianna's question, her expression changed slightly as she asked this.
"It is absolutely true!! There's no way it's fake! But since he clearly didn't have anyone before, it must be a recent developnt, right?"
Holding the microphone, Yurianna tilted her head. Unable to figure out exactly when this happened, she had no choice but to continue asking Ye Shiyu,
"Senior Female Student Ye, you are very close to the President, and you are the Sworn Older Sister he personally acknowledged. Do you have any inside scoop?"
Ye Shiyu was wearing a stunning, hand-woven skirt, standing at the front of the Sewing Club's formation.
Seeing Yurianna's extrely curious expression, her eyes went a bit vacant, indicating that she was thinking.
'Soone close to Xiao Huan, soone he might have feelings for...'
...
Upon reaching this thought, the gaze she snapped back to suddenly turned a few degrees colder. The Mobile Phone in her hand began to emit a faint purple glow.
That inexplicably terrifying aura caused the surrounding temperature to drop, making the hands of the girl holding the Cara tremble involuntarily, which in turn caused the fra to shake slightly.
"Rattle, rattle~"
"I-It seems to have gotten a little cold, haha, Senior Female Student Ye."
Yurianna remained completely oblivious that the source of this terror was coming directly from Ye Shiyu.
"So, Senior Female Student Ye, do you have any news?"
...
Ye Shiyu stared at her expressionlessly, then suddenly spoke in a calm yet horrifying tone,
"...It's fake news."
"Eh, but at the ti..."
"Fake news."
"...O-Okay."
Sweat broke out on Yurianna's forehead, but she maintained the smile on her face, bringing the microphone a bit closer to Ye Shiyu and asking,
"Then, does Senior Female Student Ye have anything you'd like to say to everyone? A ssage for the Club War, or your thoughts on school life... After all, you only ca to Linn and joined the Far Moon Academy family this Sester!"
"I believe..."
Ye Shiyu raised her eyes to look into the cara lens. Her pink lips parted slightly, exhaling words like biting winds from the northern borders,
"Students should focus their minds on studying diligently, rather than pointlessly paying attention to the romantic lives of others—especially soone else's younger brother."
"R-Right, haha, what a speech with a strong exotic flavor. No wonder Senior Female Student Ye's Grades are so excellent, haha."
Yurianna felt a bit awkward. Over on the other side, a senior from the Sewing Club started calling for Ye Shiyu.
"Student Ye, could you co over and help for a mont? There seems to be a problem with this stitching line, and none of us can quite figure it out."
"..ing."
Ye Shiyu turned and left expressionlessly, tightly gripping her Mobile Phone as her figure grew smaller in the cara's fra.
Yurianna turned back with an awkward smile and spoke into the microphone,
"It seems Senior Female Student Ye's family upbringing is very strict. Since there's no valuable information here... let's go interview the next person who might have so inside scoop!"
"Yan Huan has soone he likes?"
In the Cara's fra, Bai Yi, wearing the sa uniform from when she fild the Music Video, tapped her chin.
She pondered for a mont, shot a stealthy glance at Yurianna, and asked,
"Wait a minute, Secretary Yurianna. Are you sure President Yan Huan 'recently' and 'suddenly' got soone he likes?"
"Yes, yes, exactly! I've never heard the President ntion it before! This is definitely the first ti!"
After repeatedly confirming this, Bai Yi could hardly suppress the smile breaking out on her face.
'Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi have known each other for almost a full year now. No matter how much affection there is, it couldn't have just popped up recently.'
'Ye Shiyu is just a Sworn Older Sister who harbors a disgusting Desire for her younger brother. Yan Huan doesn't feel that way about her at all.'
'An Le, a weakling Childhood Sweetheart. Ignored.'
'Spencer...'
'Yan Huan is probably annoyed to death by her, right?'
'Then, who else could be left for him to like?'
"Oh my, who could the person Yan Huan likes be? It's so hard to guess~"
She voiced this while pretending to be confused, but at the sa ti, her mouth was almost cramping from trying to hold back her smile.
Yurianna completely failed to read the underlying aning behind her smile, instead continuing to ask foolishly,
"Right? But I figured, since the President recently fild a Music Video and stuff with you, Student Bai Yi, maybe you had so inside info?"
"Hmm, inside info? I don't have any of that."
Bai Yi tilted her head and covered her mouth as she chuckled,
"Even though President Yan Huan really likes the songs I write, and often asks
in private when I'll release a New Song, I genuinely don't know who the person he might like is?"
"Alright. Eh, but wait, Student Bai Yi, you're incredibly popular with the boys at school! You're also a Big Star and all... can I ask you about your own romantic situation?"
The microphone suddenly pulled closer. Bai Yi's face flushed red at once. Fiddling with her fingers, she answered,
"R-Romance and such, well... right now I still need to prioritize my career, so I haven't really considered it much..."
"Oh, oh, so you haven't considered it at all?"
"I-It's not that I haven't considered it at all. After all, such beautiful and romantic things are still very desirable."
"So that's how it is. What about your ideal type?"
"Hmm... how should I put it? Soone who is quite outstanding, the type who can firmly support and encourage ?"
Yurianna blinked her large eyes, listening to her continue her description.
But this was way too obvious, it was completely like painting the bullseye after shooting the arrow!
If she said a few more words, she might as well just write his na on her forehead.
"T-Then..."
"Hey! Where did you two co from? Hurry up and get out, Student Bai's makeup isn't finished yet."
"Ah, ah, sorry, sorry! We're leaving right now!"
Nearby, a staff mber carrying a makeup toolbox suddenly burst out, startling Yurianna and Senior Ouyang from the Newspaper Club behind her.
The cara fra suddenly jittered wildly as they ran out of the dressing room.
Gripping the microphone, Yurianna continued shouting as she ran,
"It looks like Student Bai Yi doesn't have much information either, but we managed to harvest so unexpected news, hehe... Next up, let's go ask soone else!"
"The person the President likes..."
In the cara's fra, Sakuramiya Hitomi, wearing an elegant traditional sakura dress, suddenly grew slightly paler upon hearing Yurianna's words.
Even her gaze darted evasively, as if the psychological scars left by Spencer's critical hit that noon had still not fully healed.
'Although on the surface I have admitted my mistakes, and the President has already forgiven —even deciding not to fire , allowing
to retain my position as Vice President...'
'But what about the matter of liking?'
'After experiencing all this and having my facade exposed, would the President still like soone like ?'
Reaching this point in her thoughts, Sakuramiya Hitomi was clearly a mind in a ss. Unable to reveal any information, she instead asked back,
"Wait a second. Aren't you in the Student Council, Yurianna? And even if not, shouldn't you be with the Model United Nations? How could you..."
Yurianna stared at Sakuramiya Hitomi with dead fish eyes and complained,
"The President already asked
this exact sa thing, you know? How are the two of you able to raise the exact sa question without any prior communication?"
"Eh?"
Sakuramiya Hitomi was slightly shocked, but she cleared her throat, smoothed out her expression, and said without showing any flaws,
"That's perfectly normal. Everyone in the Student Council knows each other well, so of course we would ask you that."
"Know each other well, huh? Could it be that I'm also..."
Yurianna stroked her chin. Sakuramiya Hitomi took the opportunity to seize the initiative and asked in return,
"Exactly. So, no matter what, you must have so guesses regarding the person the President likes, right?"
"T-That's true."
"Then, in your opinion, who has always been the best match for the President, and who is the most likely to form a solid Bond with him?"
Sakuramiya Hitomi covered her mouth and smiled. Deep down, she still lacked confidence regarding the President's affection, so she deliberately guided Yurianna into saying that answer out loud.
It looked like she was guiding Yurianna, but in reality, she was just repeatedly emphasizing it to herself to build her own confidence, wasn't she?
"Hmm... Student Bai Yi?!"
...
'Are you brainless, Yurianna?'
'Go sit at the sa table as that guy Yabashi Ki.'
The smile remained on Sakuramiya Hitomi's face. After a second of silence, she chuckled softly again.
"Although Student Bai Yi is also excellent, the President would probably prefer a more considerate and introverted girl, wouldn't he?"
"...Then it must be that Childhood Sweetheart, Student An Le?"
...
The smile remained on Sakuramiya Hitomi's face, but veins were already bulging on her forehead.
"Student An Le is very cute too, but after all, they've known each other for so long. How could he possibly just suddenly start liking her now?"
Yurianna's small face was already flushed red from thinking so hard. It was obvious that her brain was on the verge of overloading.
"If it's Sakuramiya, that's absolutely impossible. The President isn't Ashley's type either..."
...
Sakuramiya Hitomi completely couldn't hold back the smile on her face anymore. Her small hands, hidden beneath the long sleeves of her sakura dress, slowly clenched into fists. She already had a slight urge to bust out a dragon-claw technique and teach this Yurianna a harsh lesson.
"C-Could it be ?!"
After agonizing contemplation, Yurianna's genius brain finally arrived at a corresponding answer.
The very next second, Sakuramiya Hitomi reached out and flicked her hard on the forehead.
"Flick!"
"Ouch..."
The force was very light. Even though Sakuramiya Hitomi had used all her might, it didn't hurt at all.
"By the way, Yurianna, have you forgotten? I'm not allowed to be on cara~"
Yurianna just looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi aggrievedly, watching her suddenly smile slightly, turn to look into the lens, and say,
"If footage of
is secretly fild and released to the public, my family will probably show up at your doors for a little chat tonight. So it's best to..."
"Ah, ah, ah?!! N-No, please! We'll just go ask other people! Don't have us silenced!!"
Accompanied by Yurianna's panicked screams, the Cara violently shook.
The entire feed was abruptly cut off, turning into an unselectable void of a 404 screen. "Yan Huan? The person he likes, huh?"
In front of the club assembly formations, the other clubs had throngs of people, while the Doujinshi Society was pitifully small, having only five mbers.
But even so, Spencer was fully prepared. She had bought a hoisted Club Flag, matching Battle Uniforms, and a massive variety of Snacks and supplies.
As the Club President, Spencer had been bustling about for the past few days. Right now, she was stroking her chin and looking around, clearly checking if there was anything the other clubs had that her club had missed.
Therefore, upon hearing the question, Spencer—clad in the Doujinshi Society's Battle Uniform—rely muttered a response. Instead, An Le next to her suddenly blushed red.
The so-called Battle Uniform wasn't so pervert attire printed with images of Female Leads from various Doujinshi. Instead, it was a full set of high-end custom sportswear manufactured by the Jinshi Group, complete with matching shoes.
It was just that, at Spencer's request, the na "Far Moon Academy Doujinshi Society" was emblazoned across the chest.
"Umm... t-that..."
Facing the cara lens, An Le fumblingly tried to organize her words.
But next to her, Spencer stroking her chin laid down the final verdict,
"Ah whatever, it doesn't matter who it is, they're all about the sa anyway."
'No matter who it is, all I have to do is seize him away, right?'
'Who cares if the person he likes is Sakuramiya Hitomi or Ye Shiyu.'
"I see... It seems Student Spencer isn't very interested in topics of romance."
"Huh?"
Spencer turned her head, seemingly just coming to her senses, and looked at Yurianna holding the microphone in front of her, as well as Senior Ouyang holding the Cara behind her.
Yurianna brought the microphone closer and hurriedly continued her interview,
"Before the competition, I heard that the majority of the clubs have decided to target and eliminate your club first. Facing such imnse pressure, does Student Spencer have anything to say?"
"We're going to win."
"W-What a domineering declaration! Is this the true caliber of the Doujinshi Society's Club President?"
Yurianna's eyes gleaming, she stared at the overbearing Spencer and continued asking,
"Why is Student Spencer so confident? Could it be that you've formulated so strategy in advance, or perhaps... Wait, Student Spencer, what are you looking at?"
In the fra, Spencer's gaze wasn't focused on the interviewing Yurianna at all. Instead, she was staring straight toward the Cara.
Spencer stared fixatedly at the Cara and suddenly spoke,
"It seems like all the other clubs prepared a cara. Our club forgot to prepare one..."
"W-What?"
Yurianna tilted her head in confusion. Conversely, Senior Ouyang, who was holding the Cara, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively took a step back.
"Hey, your cara looks pretty good. Where did you buy it?"
...
The cara's fra continuously retreated, yet it couldn't widen the distance from Spencer, who was marching straight toward them.
The entire screen shook left and right, as if vehently shaking its head in refusal.
But it seed that the more it refused, the more excited Spencer beca.
Yurianna, standing at the side, was horrified and hastily asked,
"...Student Spencer! W-What are you doing?!"
"I'll give you guys money and buy this cara from you."
Senior Ouyang, who hadn't spoken this entire ti, finally couldn't hold back and opened her mouth in panic for the first ti,
"N-No way! This is my very first cara from when I started learning photography! It even has so many of my stickers on it!"
"Ahhhh! Student Spencer! N-No, please!!"
"Just hand it over!"
The entire cara feed instantly devolved into chaos; obviously, the Cara had been forcefully seized.
Within the chaotic, shaking footage, no one could notice that Spencer's hair was growing increasingly bright, and the two antenna-like golden horns atop her head were glimring brilliantly.
And it was precisely amidst this cacophony that the distant Yuanyue Clock Tower finally tolled its crisp, rhythmic chis after a long silence,
"Dong~ Dong~ Dong~"
The resonant chis that were used to mark the hour in the old days now only echoed across the campus during crucial monts of major events.
And this officially signified that the annual Far Moon Academy Club War was finally about to begin.
"The Club War will comnce shortly. Now, the Student Council hosting this event will deliver the opening speech!"
There were no teachers on this Grandstand; the teachers and School Board mbers were all seated in the grandstand on the opposite side.
At this mont, the only one on stage was the teary-faced host, Yurianna.
Behind her stood the Student Council President, Yan Huan, and the Vice President, Sakuramiya Hitomi.
"President, here is the prepared opening speech. I've printed it out for you."
Yan Huan instinctively stepped forward, moving out of the shade of the viewing platform's roof and into the spotlight of the highly anticipated Grandstand.
Nearby, Yabashi Ki maneuvered the Drone over to take pictures of Yan Huan, which would later be uploaded to Far Moon Academy's official website.
Gripping the opening speech, he walked forward and looked out at the entire school poised for action before him. But suddenly, he paused slightly and turned back around.
Behind him, Sakuramiya Hitomi was standing in the shadows with a smile, applauding as she watched him.
Seeing him turn back, Sakuramiya Hitomi tilted her head in confusion.
...
After a second of silence, Yan Huan suddenly smiled slightly and walked back.
He grabbed Sakuramiya Hitomi's wrist and handed the script in his hand over to her.
"P-President?"
"I'm leaving the opening speech to you this ti, Sakuramiya."
Then, with a gentle pull, he brought Sakuramiya Hitomi from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, directly facing the microphone.
Sakuramiya Hitomi blinked, looking at Yan Huan standing beside her.
Yan Huan then cast a glance down at Yabashi Ki. The latter understood without words, imdiately pulling the Drone away to film the School Board mbers in the distance.
Afterward, Yan Huan retracted his gaze and looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi.
They exchanged a glance. Only then did Sakuramiya Hitomi take a deep breath and raise the script in her hands.
"In the sunny third month of spring, the spring mountains seem to smile. Good morning, everyone. This is the forty-seventh Student Council of Far Moon Academy. I am Vice President Sakuramiya Hitomi, and on behalf of..."
Her tranquil voice echoed across the campus, washing over the students who were eagerly anticipating the start of the Club War.
Finally, it reached the grandstand on the opposite side, which was filled with School Board officials and leaders.
Hers' wrinkled face stared at Sakuramiya Hitomi in the distance. Nearly unable to maintain his composure, he turned back to look at the Director of the Student Affairs Office and asked,
"Is it because of that child from the Sakuramiya family that you approved the placent arrangent for the Doujinshi Society?"
"...Y-Yes, Principal. I had no choice. Approving it was bad, but not approving it was also bad. It's really hard to handle, wouldn't you say?"
...
Hers glanced at the distribution layout of the various clubs and, finding it equally unbearable, covered his face.
"Yes, it's hard. Everything is hard... Let's just both reluctantly make do. If that daughter of the Spencer family ends up expelled, I'll hardly be able to shirk the bla... I'll step down, you'll resign, and we'll both have a bright future."
...
The School Board grandstand temporarily fell silent. In the distance, Sakuramiya Hitomi's speech had also reached its conclusion,
"Now, I declare the forty-seventh Club War officially open!"
Sakuramiya Hitomi let out a sigh of relief, lowered the script, and turned to look at Yan Huan standing behind her.
He looked straight at her, finally offering a slight smile without saying a word.
"Dong~ Dong~ Dong~"
Accompanied by the chis of the Yuanyue Clock Tower, Yurianna formally began to host the opening ceremony.
"The Sewing Club is presenting their hand-sewn Nine Heavens Profound Goddess Rainbow Skirt for everyone. Please enjoy!"
In the Sewing Club's procession, the exquisitely dressed Third-Year Senior Female Student, surrounded by signboards at the front, walked down the spacious Central Axis Avenue. She smiled gently at the students lining both sides of the road, scattering flower petals from her hands.
"Wow, the seniors from the Sewing Club are so beautiful!"
"What skilled hands!"
Following behind her, Ye Shiyu remained expressionless, rely casting a glance at Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi locking eyes on the Grandstand.
"The Computer Club has brought a Drone formation performance for us. Please enjoy!"
The Drone that Yabashi Ki was controlling, which had been flying around filming, suddenly spun around and converged with the drones rising from behind to form a neat row.
They then flew rapidly down the Central Axis Avenue. As they swept past the viewing platform, the previously rolled-up scrolls beneath the drones suddenly unfurled, revealing dozens of hanging scrolls depicting ani Female Leads.
"Master, please do your best~"
The voices of various Female Leads took turns broadcasting, echoing across the entire campus as the drones flew further and further away.
"Holy crap!!"
"Run for your lives! The Computer Club is full of Otakus!"
"Gah! The Two-Dinsional world is attacking!!"
Formation after formation moved forward, displaying the culture and content of their respective clubs.
Soon, it ca down to the final few clubs.
These were basically the sports clubs that participated in various competitions on behalf of the school. They had the highest number of mbers, the largest scale, and were even more formidable in the Club War.
"Entering now is the Track and Field Club, which has won nurous national and world-class awards for the school!"
On the Central Axis Avenue, the blonde boy leading the pack walked with a smile. The mont he appeared, cheers erupted from all around.
"Club President Owen! Club President Owen!"
"Gongzi, look, it's your boyfriend!"
As a school-wide star and the Club President of the Track and Field Club—as well as the most promising candidate to win the championship in this Club War—everyone imdiately cheered enthusiastically upon his entrance.
Behind Owen was Hua Zhaofeng from the Track and Field Club's recruitnt departnt, whose injuries were just barely healed.
He had previously been smashed with a table by Spencer. Fortunately, Spencer's force control was extrely precise, so he hadn't suffered any major issues.
"The final club to enter is a recently established one: the Doujinshi Society, founded by Student Aria Spencer!"
Holding the microphone, Yurianna glared angrily at the five uniformly dressed mbers of the Doujinshi Society stepping onto the avenue.
In her hands, Spencer was toying with a completely out-of-place Cara.
However, her bag was stuffed with bulging green Ying Country banknotes, forcing her to instantly swallow her anger.
There was nothing she could do. Even though Spencer had robbed Senior Ouyang, she simply gave too much money.
"Boo!!"
"Get out! Get the hell out!"
"What kind of trash heap gathered together here?"
"Shh, that girl behind Spencer is the President's Childhood Sweetheart."
"...Her?"
"Hilarious! They're actually called the Doujinshi Society. If we don't snatch all their points in the Club War, I'll eat my own shoes!"
Seeing the Doujinshi Society enter, boos rose from all directions, and various insults echoed one after another.
Even many of those seeing Spencer for the first ti couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust, joining in on the heckling.
Yan Huan glanced down at the few mbers who were suppressed by the surrounding indignation to the point where they couldn't even lift their heads, his thoughts unreadable.
Only Spencer was entirely unafraid. She raised her middle finger, flashing the Defiant Middle Finger back at the countless students around her one by one.
...
Yan Huan's face darkened. He picked up his Walkie-Talkie and said to Yabashi Ki,
"Stop filming this part."
"You got it, President."
Yabashi Ki was also having trouble holding back his laughter, silently retreating the Drone.
Sakuramiya Hitomi stood next to Yan Huan, squinting her eyes at Spencer's middle finger display. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
The next second, Spencer seed to notice Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi on the stage as well.
She locked eyes with Sakuramiya Hitomi, and in the following second, she suddenly pulled a mocking face at her.
...
Sakuramiya Hitomi's face instantly flushed red with anger.
She gripped the railing beside her tightly, feeling an intense, naless fury rise within her.
Evidently, the nearby students who had been flipped off were also driven into a furious, red-faced rage by Spencer's simple action.
"Just you wait, Spencer! We're gonna completely destroy you guys later!"
"Yeah, what are you so arrogant about?!"
Spencer showed zero fear. Gripping the forcefully seized Cara in her hand, the blonde hair atop her head shimred glimring golden, seemingly having absorbed even more bovine energy.
"Alright then, you trashes. Bring it on if you have the guts!"
"Screw you!"
...
Over in the School Board's spectator seats, seeing this public outrage that was rely a second away from a mass mob assault, Hers felt an overwhelming sense of thriving and flourishing life...
Just kidding. He only felt his Star of Doom twinkling brightly overhead. This Far Moon Academy had already transford into his graveyard.
Drawing so much aggro, wasn't she guaranteed to get expelled?
...
Hers couldn't catch his breath and nearly collapsed in his seat.
But no matter what, ti could not be reversed, and matters were already past the point of no return.
Because, from this mont on, the Club War...
had officially raised its curtains.
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