It was the afternoon, and the edges of the massive athletics field were crowded with students who were not participating in the competitions, all gathering to watch this earth-shattering battle.
"I heard the Doujinshi Society hasn't lost a single match all morning? Has Spencer been competing all morning without getting tired?"
"That bastard! She snatched away our club president's black belt, and our president still hasn't recovered from the shock!!"
"Our club was also victimized by that female bandit. Bah!"
"So, who is challenging the Doujinshi Society right now?"
"It seems to be a sophomore from the Sewing Club. I think her na is Ye Shiyu?"
Amidst the sounds of conversation from the sidelines, Ye Shiyu, dressed in a white tracksuit, slowly walked onto the athletics field.
Her long, flowing black hair was tied up, cascading down her back in a high ponytail that reached her waist.
She wore an electronic watch on her left wrist. The pure white short-sleeved sports shirt and shorts she wore actually seed a bit dull when contrasted against her even fairer, pink-tinted skin, making her look as pure and holy as a white lotus on a snowy mountain.
That was, if...
...one ignored the mobile phone tightly gripped in her hand.
On the other side, her opponent was...
At this mont, standing on the edge of the field, a blonde young man with crossed arms narrowed his eyes and looked onto the field.
Behind him, Ye Shiyu's classmate, Gongzi, walked over with a bottle of water and handed it to him.
"Babe, have so water."
"Thank you."
Owen, the president of the Track and Field Club, unscrewed the cap and downed the 500-milliliter bottle in one gulp, instantly draining it to the bottom.
Watching Spencer roll her shoulders as she walked onto the field, Hua Zhaofeng pouted behind him and said in displeasure,
"How is Spencer so fierce? Our Track and Field Club was responsible for the physical fitness tests during enrollnt. She was definitely strong, but not to this exaggerated extent, right?"
Owen remained expressionless before letting out a hearty laugh.
"You are not a mind reader, so how would you know her true strength? This school has never lacked talent. There might even be hidden powerhouses outside the Track and Field Club who have never revealed themselves."
Gongzi gently rapped Owen's head with her hand and chided,
"You need to read fewer of those face-slapping web novels about playing the pig to eat the tiger!"
"Ahahaha!"
A club mber behind them looked at the two girls warming up on the field and could not help but ask,
"President, between those two, who do you think will win?"
Owen crossed his arms and said without hesitation,
"Spencer will win, right?"
Hearing this, Hua Zhaofeng could not resist asking another question.
"Then how do you compare to that Spencer, President?"
Owen chuckled but did not answer directly, only saying,
"The match is about to begin."
"Um, I am Yurianna, the referee for this match. Hehehe, I've prepared a lot of interesting 'scavenger hunt items' for you that perfectly fit the the of the Club War!"
Holding two lottery boxes, Yurianna walked onto the athletics field alongside Ye Shiyu and explained to Spencer,
"The starting line and the finish line are the sa, which ans after getting the item, you need to run a full four hundred ters!
"There will be a total of three rounds. If you are unsatisfied with the item you draw in any round, you can redraw a slip once.
"After retrieving the required item, co to
to show both the slip and the item. Once you receive the command, you can start running.
"In a best-of-three match, whoever wins two rounds first takes the victory!"
Ye Shiyu listened expressionlessly, while Spencer glared at her with displeasure, looking as if she were ready to deliver a heavy punch.
Beside Yurianna, Yan Huan, who was wearing a referee uniform, cast a speechless glance at the lottery boxes she had prepared and asked in a low voice,
"Yurianna, did you prepare these lottery boxes yourself?"
"Yep! Don't worry, they absolutely fit the the!"
"..."
Hearing this, Yan Huan remained half-believing, half-doubting, so he simply shifted his gaze back to the two girls who were at the center of the whirlpool.
He happened to catch Ye Shiyu turning her head to look at him. The expression on his face instantly lted into a smile as he called out to her,
"Good luck, Sister Shiyu."
Ye Shiyu's expression remained faint, but perhaps it was just an illusion—under the bright sunlight, a subtle rosy hue seed to flush across her pale cheeks.
Blinking, she parted her lips.
"...Okay."
Beside them, Spencer let out a displeased scoff and stepped onto the track first, bending down to tighten her shoelaces.
Seeing Ye Shiyu also step onto the track, she sized her up and said,
"You and that Sakuramiya Hitomi are the exact sa kind of person, y'know."
"...Sakuramiya Hitomi?"
'The Vice President of Xiao Huan's Student Council?'
'What about her?'
Harboring doubts in her heart, Ye Shiyu looked at Spencer, who had just stood back up.
She watched as Spencer pointed a finger at her, an expression of blatant disgust washing over her face.
Just like their first encounter at the gift shop in front of the aquarium, the revulsion ca so suddenly and with such precision.
"You both love to pretend so much, acting like pure white lotuses in front of Yan Huan. But in reality, every one of you is ugly, disgusting, and incredibly hypocritical on the inside...
"The more you act like this, the more I look forward to seeing Yan Huan's reaction when he discovers your true colors!"
Although the expression on Ye Shiyu's face barely changed, Spencer noticed the subtle shift almost instantly.
When standing before her, this Ye Shiyu gave off a deeply oppressive and gloomy vibe.
Yet in front of Yan Huan, she acted completely aloof, looking like an older sister who was rely poor with words.
It was all just a facade designed to conceal the wretchedness within her heart.
In Spencer's azure eyes, Ye Shiyu's figure slowly twisted and distorted, ultimately transforming into a falcon with pristine white feathers.
The falcon tilted its head and then abruptly spread its wings, turning into a shadow that blotted out the sky and sun.
"Bzzzz~"
Listening to her words, Ye Shiyu remained silent, but the grip on her mobile phone tightened slightly.
A dim purple halo flickered, and the display screens around the athletics field, as well as the phone screens of the spectators, began to flash inexplicably.
"I do not know what you are talking about."
A sense of chilling dread once again crept up Spencer's spine, but she was not the least bit afraid.
Glancing at Yan Huan's figure behind her, Spencer instantly understood why Ye Shiyu was putting on such an act.
She turned her head back, flashed Ye Shiyu a thumbs-down, and sneered,
"Do you really care that much about maintaining your image as a good older sister in front of Yan Huan? Fine then, watch as I make you lose miserably... Hehe."
'Also lose?'
Ye Shiyu focused her attention slightly on that specific word in her sentence, looking thoughtful.
Nearby, Yurianna walked over carrying the two boxes and instructed each of them to draw a paper slip.
"The slips in the two boxes are completely identical, so there's a chance you both might draw the sa item!
"Please read carefully after drawing. Once the President fires the starting gun over there, you can go hunt for your items!"
The two girls drew simultaneously and unfolded the slips in the palms of their hands.
Ye Shiyu: "A handwritten letter from soone of the opposite sex."
Spencer: "A personal belonging from your best friend."
The two exchanged a glance, both rapidly searching their minds for a target.
Behind them, Yan Huan confird that they had finished reading and raised the starting gun in his hand.
"Ready... Go!"
Clutching the slip, Spencer turned around and sprinted toward the sidelines where the Doujinshi Society was gathered, while Ye Shiyu's gaze landed squarely on Yan Huan.
"An Le! An Le!"
"Wh-what is it, Spencer? What did you draw?"
"Give
your phone!"
"Ah, eh? Is... is it an item related to ?"
Spencer showed the paper slip to An Le. Upon seeing the words "best friend" written on it, An Le's face instantly flushed red, feeling deeply moved.
"Spencer, I... I'll give you my phone right now!"
"Alright, this round is a guaranteed win!"
Spencer grabbed An Le's phone and imdiately turned back, sprinting furiously toward the field.
anwhile, Ye Shiyu walked up to Yan Huan and turned her head as if looking for sothing.
"What are you looking for, Sister Shiyu?"
"A marker pen."
"A marker pen? I actually have one right here... Do you want..."
Watching Yan Huan take out the marker pen, Ye Shiyu stared fixedly at him, and then she lightly pinched the fabric of her tracksuit with both hands.
In the next second, the pulled shirt stretched into a flat surface facing Yan Huan.
As the sports T-shirt was pulled slightly away from her body, it instantly ford a moderate-sized gap.
Amidst the faint, wafting fragrance of flowers, Yan Huan effortlessly caught sight of the edge of her pure white bra and the contour of her curves.
His breathing hitched for a mont, and in the next second, he hurriedly lifted his gaze.
What t his eyes, however, was the expressionless Ye Shiyu, who had been studying him the entire ti.
Yan Huan adjusted his breathing and asked in confusion,
"Sister Shiyu, this..."
"..."
Ye Shiyu simply held up the paper slip in her hand and said indifferently,
"There's no ti to find paper to write on. So, Xiao Huan, just write it on my shirt."
"...Okay."
With trembling hands, Yan Huan raised the marker pen, pressing it against her shirt, and began to write the contents of the letter.
He precisely controlled the pressure of his strokes, terrified that the marker's ink would bleed through the T-shirt and touch her skin.
"Good luck, Sister Shiyu..."
"..."
Ye Shiyu did not make a sound, but when Yan Huan lifted his peripheral vision to look at her face, he noticed sothing:
Her complexion had beco slightly rosy again.
'Why the heck are you blushing!'
"Alright, Spencer's item has been verified. You may start running!"
'Oh no, Spencer is already about to set off!'
Yan Huan slightly sped up his writing, finally adding his signature and completing the handwritten letter.
"Done, Sister Shiyu... Good luck!" Hearing this, Ye Shiyu revealed a hint of faint disappointnt.
However, she did not vocalize it. She simply cast a glance at the fabric over Yan Huan's chest before running back to the track to continue the match.
"Alright, Ye Shiyu's item has been verified!"
Ahead, Spencer turned her head to glance at Ye Shiyu's running speed behind her and smiled disdainfully.
"With that speed? You're guaranteed to lose, Ye Shiyu!!"
Thinking of this, she quickened her pace, her strides becoming increasingly rapid, and soon she outpaced Ye Shiyu by more than a hundred ters.
She did not stop for a mont, sprinting at full horsepower, and ultimately won the race by lapping Ye Shiyu by a full half-circle.
"The Doujinshi Society versus the Sewing Club! Spencer from the Doujinshi Society has won the first round!!"
"Sigh, I told you, she's no match for her..."
"It's ga over now."
The rest of the spectators began to sigh in disappointnt. Only Owen from the Track and Field Club, who was watching from the stands, furrowed his brows.
"Haha... Ha..."
Watching Ye Shiyu belatedly cross the finish line, Spencer wiped the sweat from her cheeks, her laughter growing increasingly arrogant.
"Ye Shiyu, you must be pretty shocked by such a crushing defeat, aren't you? So, allow
to remind you..."
She extended her hand, pointing at the calm-faced Ye Shiyu, and declared,
"You are the challenger here!"
"..."
Ye Shiyu ignored her, silently lowering her head to glance at Yan Huan's handwriting resting over her chest.
Then, as if feeling parched, she quickly picked up a bottle of mineral water from the sidelines and took a sip.
"Tch!"
Seeing that Ye Shiyu refused to take the bait, Spencer wiped the sweat off her forehead again and walked back toward the track.
Round two, begin!!
"Hehe, both of you, please draw!"
The two girls reached into their respective boxes at the sa ti and simultaneously pulled out a paper slip.
Ye Shiyu: "A connected phone call with your father or mother."
Spencer: "A person of the opposite sex you like."
Ye Shiyu calmly took out her mobile phone, while Spencer looked at Yurianna with a face full of confusion.
"What, what, what? What is this? I don't even have one, so how am I supposed to bring them over?"
"Eh? So Spencer actually doesn't have a guy she likes, huh? Ohoho..."
Yurianna's gossiping heart died down a bit. She shook her head and helplessly spread her hands.
"Hmm, you could get a club mber to participate, or you could redraw once."
Spencer knew that although Ye Shiyu ran very slowly compared to her, she would still have more than enough speed to outrun the little piglets in her own club.
"Then I'll redraw."
And so, she had no choice but to reach out again, plunging her hand into the box.
Drawing it out...
"A connected phone call with your father or mother."
Just looking at that slip of paper, Spencer bit her lip, her face suddenly turning terribly pale.
Yurianna seed to notice her expression and asked,
"What's wrong, Spencer? Ah, it's the sa slip as Senior Sister Ye!"
"..."
Spencer cast a sowhat helpless glance at Yurianna, who was looking over curiously, feeling utterly distressed.
She shakily took out her phone and replied,
"It's... it's nothing."
"Okay, then we will start the match now!"
Yurianna nodded, beaming brightly as she announced.
Taking out her phone, Spencer familiarly pressed the dial pad, entering the "00-1-212" prefix followed by the rest of the number.
On the phone screen, the calling interface with the contact na "Mama" appeared.
Spencer pursed her lips and brought the phone up to her ear.
"Beep~ Beep~ Beep~"
No one answered.
Spencer seed to have long been accustod to this. She took a deep breath, wanting to pretend nothing was wrong and laugh it off; it wouldn't matter if she surrendered this round to Ye Shiyu.
But as soon as she looked up, she saw that Ye Shiyu had already connected her call and turned on the speakerphone.
"What is it, Shiyu? I still have so matters to attend to at the company."
"Mama, I'm currently in the Club War's Scavenger Hunt Race. I need to run four hundred ters while keeping you on the line."
"Oh right, your school is holding an event. I almost forgot."
Ye Lan's smiling voice ca through from the other end of the line.
"I've been a bit busy these past few days. Let's wait until the finals. I'll co over to watch you and Xiao Huan during the finals!"
"Okay."
"Then hurry up and run. Mama won't hang up, I'll be cheering you on from here."
"Okay..."
Ye Shiyu lowered her phone, looked at Yurianna, and asked,
"Is this acceptable?"
"Ah, it's perfectly fine. Now, for Spencer..."
Yurianna nodded and turned her head to look at Spencer.
Only to see her staring blankly in their direction while holding her phone. Her entire being seed to have turned ash-gray, looking as if her soul had left her body.
"Spencer, you..."
Spencer stared dazedly at the expressionless Ye Shiyu, who had tilted her head slightly. It felt as if Spencer had taken a brutal punch right to the face; tears were practically forced out of the corners of her eyes.
She extended a trembling finger, pointing at Ye Shiyu, and said in exasperation,
"D-don't think you've already won! Ye Shiyu! So what if I let you have this round! It's just that my mom's phone temporarily ran out of gas, that's all!"
Yan Huan revealed a speechless expression and repeated,
"...Ran out of gas?"
"Ugh!!"
Spencer bit her tongue, only then realizing her slip of the tongue, and her entire face flushed bright red.
She glared resentfully at Yan Huan, seemingly feeling that: 'If you hadn't pointed it out, no one would have noticed!'
Imdiately after, she pointed at Ye Shiyu again and declared,
"I'll let you count this round as your win, Ye Shiyu!"
"..."
Ye Shiyu disinterestedly said sothing to Ye Lan before hanging up the phone and looking at Spencer.
With that, it was a one-to-one tie.
Then, it was also ti to begin executing her plan.
Ye Shiyu gradually tightened her grip on her phone. Then, as she walked toward Yurianna to draw the next slip, she extended her left hand, which wore the electronic watch.
"Bzzzz~"
Hypnosis, activated!
A wave of malicious chill instantly surged up the spines of both Yan Huan and Spencer. But compared to Spencer, who rely scratched her forehead with a look of confusion, Yan Huan imdiately looked at Ye Shiyu, his brows furrowing deeply.
Ye Shiyu had cheated...
"...Yurianna, I've finished drawing. This is my slip."
Ye Shiyu hadn't drawn a slip at all. She simply reached out her hand again toward Yurianna—whose eyes had beco hollow—and took out an identical slip that she had prepared herself.
'But if that's the case, Ye Shiyu could only hypnotize Yurianna to rig her own draw. Even if she reduced the difficulty of obtaining her item, wouldn't she still have to run?'
'Unless she could increase the difficulty for Spencer to obtain her item.'
Yan Huan blinked, suddenly recalling that Ye Shiyu had entered the field alongside Yurianna.
'Could it be...'
'Did she hypnotize Yurianna in advance and tamper with Spencer's box?'
"Thud~"
Yan Huan looked toward the box in front of Spencer, but suddenly, he saw Spencer's hair instantly beco blindingly bright as sothing resembling a bull's horn materialized behind her back.
"Whoosh~"
An eerie wind swept through the field.
Spencer reached her hand into the box, fumbled around for a mont, and then pulled it out.
The two girls opened their slips at the sa ti and looked at each other, only to see the words written on them:
"Student Council President."
Ye Shiyu's pupils contracted slightly as she stared at Spencer in disbelief.
She had prepared this slip herself; it was never in the reward pool to begin with.
anwhile, apart from two relatively simple slips, she had stuffed Spencer's box with all sorts of highly unreasonable slips.
How could an identical slip possibly have appeared?
Unless...
This girl had also cheated?!
"Hehe... Student Council... President, huh?"
Looking at the slip in her hand that was identical to Ye Shiyu's, Spencer blanked for a second before turning to Ye Shiyu.
An evil smile appeared on her face.
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