"The Club War has now officially begun!! The the for this war is 'Love and Unity'!! Many interesting events have been added to the challenge pool!"
"Simply approach the Student Council mbers scattered around to issue a competition request. Draw the competition details, and if you win, you can seize points!"
Yurianna's joyful voice echoed throughout the campus. Imdiately after, a rhythmic drumbeat kicked in, followed by the sound of an electric guitar and other synthesized strings.
"Next, the Student Council has invited Bai Yi to perform a cover of the the song to set the atmosphere for this Club War Opening Ceremony. Please welco her!!"
On the screen, Bai Yi appeared wearing a JK uniform. She winked at the cara, instantly drawing cheers from countless boys across the school.
"Ohhh! It's Bai Yi!!"
"Aweso!"
Gripping the microphone with a bright smile, she began to sing along to the rhythm,
"A cute kiss, 1, 2, 3. Looking away right now is so sly~"
"It's like you are playing with my fluttering heart~"
"Even though I know perfectly well, the one who initiates is the loser."
"Yet my body just will not listen."
Bai Yi's beautiful voice echoed throughout the campus. At this mont, the lively morning sun, shining around eight or nine o'clock, cast down its vibrant rays, thoroughly igniting the passion of these young students outside of their studies.
"Charge!! Take down the Doujinshi Society!!"
"Down with the damn Spencer!!"
"This year is the most promising year for our Swim Club!! Let's do our best, everyone!!"
"Bullshit! Your Swim Club says it's your most promising year every single year!!"
"..."
Watching the sunlight gradually turn glaring, Yan Huan stood on the viewing platform and pulled a long-sleeved cyan sun-protection jacket over his clothes.
He fastened his belt, grabbed his Referee Supervision Logbook, and put on a Student Council baseball cap identical to Yabashi Ki's, along with his Student Council armbands.
Throughout the Club War, the other students under the Student Council were responsible for refereeing and drawing lots, with Yan Huan personally leading and hosting on-site.
As for the rest of the managent team...
Yurianna handled logistics, broadcasting the live feed and playing music across various large screens set up around the school; Yabashi Ki was in charge of photography and equipnt support; and the Disciplinary Committee, led by Ashley, maintained order.
Sakuramiya Hitomi's health was not the best, so she generally did not handle these outdoor activities. Instead, she acted as the general coordinator and reserve.
Any needs from various locations that were inconvenient to coordinate or dispatch on-site were handed over to Sakuramiya Hitomi to resolve.
"Sakuramiya, I am going to oversee the competition grounds. Can I leave this side to you?"
"Ah, of course..."
Sakuramiya Hitomi looked at the smiling Yan Huan in front of her, covering her mouth as she chuckled softly.
"Please notify
of any issues at any ti, President."
Yan Huan nodded. Carrying his logbook, mobile phone, and other items, he stepped down from the viewing platform and headed first toward the Doujinshi Society's encampnt.
After all, under Spencer's repeated provocations, that area was rapidly turning into a strategic battleground.
Watching Yan Huan's back view slowly disappear from her sight, Sakuramiya Hitomi's properly composed expression faded little by little, becoming sowhat at a loss.
She pursed her lips, thought for a second, and took out her mobile phone.
Staring at Nara's Plane profile picture, she hesitated repeatedly before finally initiating a voice call.
"Ring... Ring... Ring..."
'As expected, did sothing happen, Nara...?'
Just as Sakuramiya Hitomi furrowed her brows in deep concern, the call was unexpectedly connected,
"Hello, Eldest Miss? Ouch... It hurts... It hurts so much..."
Hearing Nara's weak voice, Sakuramiya Hitomi's little heart almost clenched tight. Her face turned pale, and she hurriedly asked,
"Nara, where are you? What happened?! Are you injured? Do you need
to call the other bodyguards to save you?! dical staff too—"
"N-No need, Eldest Miss... Hiss..."
While Sakuramiya Hitomi listened to the phone, worried about Nara's current situation, a magnetic male voice suddenly ca through the receiver,
"Miss, is the massage pressure too heavy? How about this, a little lighter."
Nara's originally agonized voice beca a bit more comfortable. She let out a sigh and said,
"Yes, yes, just like that. Right above the shoulder blade... It is so sore, you really need to massage it well."
"..."
On the other end of the line, Sakuramiya Hitomi's small face had completely darkened.
"Nara... are you getting a massage?!"
"Huh? Yeah, I never said I was doing anything else..."
"Aren't you supposed to be taking refuge?! Why does it feel like you just found a random excuse to go on vacation!!"
On the other side of the call, Nara, draped only in a bath towel and covered in spa essential oils, tilted her head toward the phone and replied,
"I really am taking refuge, I just haven't been discovered by that enemy yet. If I get caught, Eldest Miss, I am afraid you will never see
again..."
Sakuramiya Hitomi opened her mouth, but fell silent, no longer pressing the issue.
Nara had told her so things about her past, especially about that terrifying enemy she called the Red-Haired Demon.
If caught by the Red-Haired Demon—soone even Nara herself admitted she was no match for—it truly would be like being thrown into the eighteen levels of hell.
"So, what did you need
for, Eldest Miss?"
Nara's voice on the other end beca languid once more, but Sakuramiya Hitomi's voice grew sowhat timid.
Thus, she confided her current confusion to Nara.
Even though she had already been brave once and confessed once, and even though the President had forgiven her and allowed her to remain as Vice President, yet...
Why did it still feel different from before?
"I see..."
As Nara listened, she let out a sigh and said to Sakuramiya Hitomi,
"Eldest Miss, human hearts are made of flesh. The things you did before are like a thorn lodged deeply inside.
"Even if pulled out, the gap remains; even if it heals later, it will likely leave a scar."
Sakuramiya Hitomi pursed her lips, saying nothing, but Nara continued,
"Doing sothing wrong without having to bear the consequences—where in the world are things that easy? And looking at it now, the situation is still much better than Yan Huan hating you, right?"
"But..."
"Is it not just starting over from the beginning? At the very least, this fresh start should be much more real and solid than the falsely constructed affection from before, right?"
Nara took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"What is it about him that attracts you? What does he like? Think carefully about it, then change for each other, and blend with each other...
"There are still three and a half years of university left. With so much ti remaining, there is no need to rush."
Sakuramiya Hitomi held her phone, looking outside without saying a word.
"More importantly, Eldest Miss, your health is getting worse and worse. Once I weather this storm and return, I will definitely need to help you recuperate."
"O-Okay, take care then."
"Okey-dokey."
Sakuramiya Hitomi put down the phone, finally mustering up her spirits once more.
Standing up, she looked out at the bustling scene outside.
"Please no!!"
"Damn it!!"
That direction...
Was the direction of the Doujinshi Society?
"Student Spencer, your final throw... throw distance is 23 ters? Is this correct?!"
On the athletics field, the referee team was utterly dumbfounded upon receiving the grades report from the student nearby.
He adjusted his glasses, looking at Spencer, who had casually hurled a 7.26-kilogram shotput well over 20 ters, and felt completely unwell.
One had to know that the Club President of the Taekwondo Club nearby was a terrifyingly strong giant standing at 1.9 ters tall with massive arms, yet he had exerted his utmost effort just to throw it 16 ters.
'Is she hacking?!'
"Is that it?"
Spencer clapped her hands. Under the equally astonished gazes of the several Doujinshi Society mbers behind her, she exhaled a puff of hot air and sneered disdainfully.
The Taekwondo Club President, whose face was flushed red from throwing, saw her hateful smile and was instantly struck by a wave of furious indignation.
He slumped to the ground, supporting himself weakly with his hands as he muttered in disbelief,
"H-How is this possible? You..."
But Spencer's expression was not looking too good either.
The first club that ca to challenge them was the Taekwondo Club, and the event they drew was the shotput.
Because it was a team competition, the minimum required number of four people per club was taken as the participant count. The final victory would be determined by the average grades of the two clubs.
For the four little shrimps behind her, including An Le, throwing it a few ters would already be considered good. Therefore, it was basically Spencer fighting a four-on-one battle.
Facing off against four opponents, with each scoring round requiring six throws, ant that Spencer alone had repeatedly hurled the 7.25-kilogram shotput a total of 24 tis!
Having finished her throws, she was already starting to feel her right hand turning sore and her heartbeat accelerating.
"President, let's go, let the other clubs..."
In the next second, watching the Taekwondo Club mbers trying to drag away their utterly defeated Club President, Spencer suddenly spoke up,
"Hold on a minute."
"W-What is it?"
Massaging her right hand, Spencer looked at the stunned Club President who had raised his head, and declared,
"Not only did I fight four of you entirely by myself, but I also have to take turns fighting other clubs next. Is it not a bit thoughtless of you to just leave like this? You should at least leave
so spoils of war, right?"
"You—"
Spencer's blonde hair suddenly glowed a bit brighter. She narrowed her eyes, glanced at the black belt worn around the Club President's waist, and said,
"That belt of yours looks pretty nice."
The Club President's face paled. He hurriedly clutched the belt around his stomach and shouted,
"This is my fourth-dan Black Belt, you can't—"
"Hand it over!"
"Snap!"
Spencer gave it a light tug, and the belt—which the Taekwondo Club President always tied so securely—seed to untie itself in the wind, landing firmly in her grasp.
It was as if the Taekwondo Club President's very soul had been yanked away by Spencer. His entire body went limp in the arms of his club mbers as he was dragged away from the scene.
"Doujinshi Society gains one point! The Taekwondo Club's initial points are reduced by one!"
The referee raised his flag and made the judgnt.
Clutching the precious item she had seized, Spencer's hair began to shimr with golden light.
A surge of strength swelled from within her body, completely sweeping away her fatigue and causing a more evil smile to curve upon her lips.
'Sure enough, my prediction was right!'
'Sustain war by war. As long as I keep snatching other people's things, I will not feel tired.'
'Thinking about it this way, did I just invent perpetual motion?!'
Spencer's azure eyes lit up slightly, flashing with a gleam of 'wisdom'.
Subsequently, she raised her eyes to sweep across the other spectating clubs and asked,
"Who else wants a piece of ? Next!"
"I'll do it!!"
At that mont, a bald head suddenly popped out from the surrounding crowd.
The mont he stepped forward, the spectating students nearby imdiately began to cheer.
"Fantastic! It's Senior Li from the Martial Arts Club!! We are saved!"
"Hurry up and use Dragon Country Kung Fu to teach her a harsh lesson!"
Spencer and the bald senior approached the referee at the sa ti to draw the next competition event.
The two of them glanced at the event-drawing program coded by Yabashi Ki. Displayed prominently on it was the word:
"Wrestling"
Senior Li blanked for a second, then turned his head to look at Spencer.
However, he saw her cracking her knuckles as she gave him a sinister smile,
"Wrestling, huh?"
"Y-Yeah."
He could not help but gulp, feeling an ominous premonition creeping up on him.
"L-Lost again?!"
"Spencer, are you trying to ruin the Club War?!"
When Yan Huan arrived, it was exactly the mont Senior Li was being carried away from the scene on a stretcher.
Word had it that he had not even managed to touch a hair on Spencer's head. He had been tossed back and forth like a sandbag so many tis that his ntal state completely shattered. After losing, his spoils of war were also confiscated by Spencer.
This caused him to suffer a complete ntal breakdown. He withered on the ground, unable to get up, and had to be dragged away by the school doctors.
They competed in two more matches after that, all of which ended in Spencer's victory.
"President, you are here!"
"Ah, it is nothing, I just ca over to take a look."
The Student Council referee wiped the sweat from his forehead and said sowhat helplessly,
"I heard from the others that the area I am responsible for is currently the most heated, mainly because the Doujinshi Society is here."
Yan Huan smiled softly, took off his own baseball cap, and placed it on the referee's head, saying,
"It's been a few hours already, you must be baking in this sun. Go take a rest, I will keep an eye on things here."
The referee touched his warming cheeks, nodded, and replied,
"Alright, President."
"Mm."
Yan Huan took over his point record book. In all these morning matches, the Doujinshi Society had basically secured victories, racking up quite a few points along the way.
He cast a glance at Spencer, whose hair had beco slightly more dazzling after snatching her loot, and seed to realize exactly what sort of trick she was pulling.
"..."
He narrowed his eyes, calculating inwardly.
Right at this mont, the sound of whispering drifted over from the side.
"Tsk, even though that Spencer is annoying, her skills are truly formidable. We are no match for her."
"Yeah, she has managed to clear everything all the way through while carrying four useless deadweights..."
Those students resting on the sidelines were actually standing further away from Yan Huan, and closer to the mbers of the Doujinshi Society.
An Le and the other few heard them. Just as they pursed their lips, unable to refute, Spencer swaggered back over to An Le's side and cursed at the gossiping students,
"If you keep whispering and slandering my club mbers over here, do you believe I will give each of you a kick?! Piss off!"
The two students looked as though they had just seen the God of Plague. Terrified, they hastily sprinted away, while An Le turned her head to look at Spencer and opened a bottle of mineral water for her.
"Student Spencer, have so water."
"Ah."
Spencer clamped her mouth over the water bottle, completely oblivious to the fact that it was drinking An Le's water last ti that had caused her to fall into a trap...
This huge lack of caution even left Little Finger on An Le's shoulder clicking its tongue in wonder.
"Is this girl just completely heartless and dense, or is she incredibly open-minded? She already suffered a loss last ti, yet she still dares to drink it this ti? She does not suspect you at all..."
Hearing Little Finger's words, An Le felt a warmth in her heart, but at the sa ti, her guilt deepened.
Therefore, she hastily asked,
"Student Spencer, are you tired? We have not been able to help with anything, so if..."
"Who says you can't help? Why are you listening to their nonsense... Here, I can't figure this one out, so I'm leaving it to you guys."
Spencer took a sip of water, her forehead and body completely covered in beads of sweat.
Clearly, even if she was constantly relying on plundering to restore her stamina, she was still vaguely unable to keep up with the exhaustion of continuous battles.
Because those things she plundered were far too weak; they could not compare at all to the exhilarating rush she felt when she snatched Yan Huan from Sakuramiya Hitomi.
"This is..."
While drinking water, Spencer handed a slip of paper to An Le, Jiang Yun, and the others.
It was exactly their next competition event:
"Astronomy Knowledge Test? This is the Astronomy Club's event."
Spencer looked as miserable as if she had swallowed a fly. She pulled out the test paper that had been distributed and showed it to An Le and the rest,
"It is like reading a heavenly book, I cannot understand it at all. I am relying on you guys."
"Pfft!"
An Le covered her mouth and chuckled, making Spencer rub the back of her head in embarrassnt.
"However, I don't really understand astronomy either."
Nearby, Jiang Yun had been staring at Spencer's profile. After a mont of silence, she suddenly spoke up,
"Let
try. I used to be quite interested in this kind of stuff."
"Oh, oh! Then I'll leave it to you, Senior Jiang."
Spencer obediently handed the test paper over to Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun cast another glance at her sincere and clear gaze. Then, she nodded and walked toward the competition area up ahead.
Watching her leave, Spencer, who was still panting endlessly, did not forget to remind her,
"Rember to snatch their spoils of war if you win!!"
Jiang Yun waved her hand without saying much.
Following that, Spencer turned her head to look at the other two, Zuo Chuan Da Zai and Nino, who had been shrinking back this entire ti. She curled her lips and said,
"Do you guys have any food? Give
a little, I'm starving."
Feeling the constant, negatively tinged glares thrown at them by the bystanders, the two of them appeared sowhat cowering.
Now that Spencer was asking, Zuo Chuan Da Zai turned to grab so compressed biscuits from the supply bag Spencer had prepared.
"H-Here."
"Great, thanks."
Spencer took the compressed biscuits, then turned her head back to watch the competition grounds.
anwhile, the two people behind her quietly shuffled closer to the direction of their base camp.
"..."
Yan Huan took in this entire scene. On his shoulder, Myau-chan silently revealed its form and said to him,
"It seems that Jiang Yun and those other club mbers have not been affected by Spencer's modifier either. They do not subconsciously hate her, ow?"
"Yeah, this chanism of hers is quite complex. It is very difficult to figure out."
And Myau-chan looked at him and asked,
"Is finding out this chanism very important?"
"I think it is very important. I believe this chanism is not objective, but is directly linked to so extrely important subjective feeling of Spencer's."
Yan Huan looked at Myau-chan and added,
"Moreover, the people who are unaffected by the modifier are precisely the ones Spencer can get along with perfectly fine."
Spencer was willing to beat up Park Seo-moon for the bullied An Le; when Yurianna asked for fruit, she gave her fruit.
She would stand up for the other club mbers if they were bullied; she obediently confessed everything in front of Ye Lan...
Even though their relationships were only average and they had just t, Spencer was still willing to give so much for them.
However, for the others who were affected by the modifier and hated her, the situation was completely the opposite.
She had also t Hua Zhaofeng for the first ti, yet she was short-tempered enough to straight-up smash a table at him.
Resting his chin on his hand, Yan Huan looked at Spencer—who was panting continuously over there while drinking water—and spoke,
"In other words, in her eyes, people are completely different from one another. Therefore, she adopts entirely different approaches to dealing with these two types of people."
"ow?"
Myau-chan could not understand and could only serve to lighten the atmosphere.
But Yan Huan didn't need Myau-chan to understand, because he himself had not completely figured out this chanism of Spencer's yet either.
He truly could not grasp exactly how different people looked in Spencer's eyes.
"I have finished answering, President."
Right at that mont, within the arena, Jiang Yun and the Astronomy Club mber had both finished their tests one after the other, handing their papers to Yan Huan for grading.
Yan Huan took out his phone and opened the database prepared by Yabashi Ki, which contained the test answers.
Under their watchful eyes, he graded the papers item by item. Surprisingly, Jiang Yun's paper on the right had even more correct answers than the Astronomy Club mber's on the left.
Yan Huan could not help but glance at Jiang Yun, while the Astronomy Club mber next to her let out a "Tsk."
Clearly, she knew exactly how capable Jiang Yun was.
Yan Huan remained expressionless, simply announcing,
"Doujinshi Society, victorious, winning the points!"
"Seriously..."
"W-Won again?"
Spencer ran over, her face brimming with excitent. Throwing an arm around Jiang Yun's shoulder, she burst into loud laughter.
"Senior Jiang Yun, you did great! You did amazing! We won again!! Ahahaha!"
"Ah, it's nothing, this is all I can do anyway... More importantly, you look like you are extrely exhausted. Are you alright?"
Spencer paused slightly, looking at the defeated Astronomy Club mber nearby as she licked her lips.
"I'm fine, as long as—"
"I want to challenge the Doujinshi Society."
Just as Spencer was looking out for what to plunder from that Astronomy Club mber, a cold, calm voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Not only was Spencer stunned, but even Yan Huan, who was acting as the referee, froze.
"S-Sister Shiyu?"
Yan Huan turned his head, only to see Ye Shiyu, who had changed into a tracksuit, clutching a new mobile phone and staring expressionlessly at Spencer in front of her.
"W-Who is that? I haven't seen her before."
"Sewing Club? Are you kidding ... So many of our sports clubs were no match for that brute, and she thinks she can do it?"
"Hey, keep your voice down. She seems to be President Yan's older sister..."
Spencer also turned her head around, feeling disgusted the mont she laid eyes on Ye Shiyu.
"Tsk."
She crossed her arms and sneered,
"Fine. I was just worrying about having no spoils of war. What club are you from?"
"...Sewing Club."
Ye Shiyu held up her phone, and surprisingly, that phone was actually wrapped in an anti-drop phone case!!
Furthermore, Yan Huan could even tell that she had applied a tempered glass screen protector!!
'Well that is just great. It will not break when dropped now...'
"Sister Shiyu..."
Seeing the atmosphere in the arena gradually beco oppressive, he planned to stand up and intervene to break up the fight, preventing their modifiers from entangling and super-evolving with each other.
But today, Ye Shiyu was exceptionally decisive. She simply tilted her head, looked at Yan Huan, and asked,
"Can the Sewing Club in the Club War not challenge the Doujinshi Society, Xiao Huan?"
Yan Huan was montarily taken aback before he replied,
"Not exactly."
"Then I will challenge her."
'Facing her head-on without using hypnosis. As long as I make her suffer a setback, I can complete the mission and obtain more rewards.'
"Sure, co on. Draw the event!"
Spencer massaged her knuckles and looked at Yan Huan in front of her.
Speechless, Yan Huan had no choice but to open his phone and draw lots for them.
'I hope it is not a sports event that causes direct conflict. Wouldn't it be great if everyone just sat together, drank so tea, and discussed sewing techniques?'
In the next second, after Yan Huan tapped the "Draw" button, a brand new event simultaneously appeared before their eyes.
"Scavenger Hunt Race"
"Rules: Draw an item that needs to be retrieved at the starting point. The item can be any physical entity that ets the conditions. Fetch the corresponding item, return to the starting line, and begin running. The first competitor to reach the finish line is the winner."
Staring at this drawn event, the corners of Yan Huan's mouth stiffened slightly, as if he was gripped by so kind of ominous premonition.
But Spencer was completely oblivious. Her smile only grew more arrogant as she looked at Ye Shiyu provocatively and sneered,
"You are dead at, Ye Shiyu! Last ti at ho you actually dared to startle ; this ti I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
"..."
Ye Shiyu remained expressionless, rely staring back at her as she stated coldly,
"Try it."
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