"Rustle..."
"It is the President, the President is heading over."
"The President is stepping in, everyone be quiet!"
As Yan Huan approached expressionlessly, the surrounding whispers died down significantly, and everyone turned their attention to the center.
Holding a folding fan, Sakuramiya Lily glanced at the eager gazes of the girls around her and raised her eyebrows, her thoughts unreadable.
"Rustle..."
Footsteps slowly echoed behind Spencer, who was currently drowning in absolute despair.
She paid them no mind, but as the footsteps drew closer, soone gently patted her shoulder.
"Sob..."
The touch was light, yet it was like a piece of driftwood for the drowning Spencer, allowing her to briefly escape the suffocating depths.
Her face covered in tears, she raised her head, but all that entered her vision was the back of a constantly twisting and writhing peacock.
She recognized him at a glance; it was Yan Huan.
"Yan... sob... sob..."
For so unknown reason, after Spencer saw that distorted peacock appear, she lost all control, her tears flowing freely.
It would have been better if he had not co, but his arrival only made her cry even harder.
Tears fell ever more fiercely, flowing so quickly that she could not wipe them away fast enough.
"Sob..."
Yan Huan stepped in front of her, silently blocking all the stares coming from ahead.
Turning back to look at her incredibly wronged expression, Yan Huan's cold deanor lted slightly, and he spoke softly,
"Do not cry, I am here."
"Sob..."
"Crack..."
With Yan Huan by her side offering comfort, coupled with the fading laughter from the surroundings, Spencer's emotions stabilized sowhat.
Although the Modifier continued to crack, it was no longer being externally rejected.
Even if only a little, this ant that Spencer's heart had changed because of Yan Huan's arrival.
Yet Yan Huan did not even glance at the Modifier on her body. Instead, he turned his head and t the gazes of the crowd.
"..."
"President..."
Seeing Yan Huan looking over without a hint of emotion, Zuo Chuan Da Zai and Nino's faces paled.
Yan Huan glanced at them, then shifted his gaze to Owen standing behind them.
"..."
Yes, this problem was not just caused by the two mbers of the Doujinshi Society, but also by Hua Zhaofeng from the Track and Field Club.
Feeling Yan Huan's gaze, Owen took a deep breath and also walked over.
As he passed Zuo Chuan Da Zai and Nino, he snorted coldly and ordered,
"Get out of the way."
"..."
The two trembled in fright and retreated in disgrace.
Owen walked up to Yan Huan, glanced at him, and without saying a word, pointed at the microphone on his collar.
Yan Huan glanced down at his microphone and replied,
"It is off."
"Good."
Most of the parents from Far Moon Academy had co today. Almost half of the powerful and influential figures in Linn were here. If things blew up, it would cause a massive problem.
Although the situation was already incredibly ugly.
But at least the people in the stands had not heard the contents of their argunt. They could only see the general gist from afar, leaving so room to maneuver.
Owen crossed his arms, looked directly at Yan Huan, and declared,
"Yan Huan, I can tell you right now that I and the entire Track and Field Club knew nothing about this. This was Hua Zhaofeng's personal action."
As he spoke, he frowned and shot a look at Hua Zhaofeng amidst the Track and Field Club mbers on the sidelines.
Hua Zhaofeng pursed his lips and slumped back in his seat, his face ghastly pale.
Yan Huan glanced at his expression and knew that Owen was telling the truth,
"..."
Owen turned back and continued,
"And believe , without you even needing to say it, the Jinshi Group will not let Hua Zhaofeng or those two bastards from the Doujinshi Society off the hook later."
Hearing Owen's explanation, Yan Huan raised his eyebrows and asked in return,
"And so?"
Owen looked straight at Yan Huan. After pausing for a second, he stated,
"So, Yan Huan, let this matter end here, alright?"
"End here... Do you an simply declaring the Track and Field Club the winner, and ending everything?"
"Aside from that, do you think there is any other path to take right now?"
"What if I say no?"
Hearing this, Owen did not seem surprised at all.
Because this was not his first clash with Yan Huan, nor was today the first ti the two of them had been at odds.
Ever since Yan Huan defeated Owen in the Student Council election to beco the President, there had been a subtle sll of gunpowder between them.
Owen rubbed the space between his eyebrows, took a breath, and explained,
"I understand. Honestly, I am also furious about what Hua Zhaofeng did.
"But Yan Huan, sotis you cannot just look at right and wrong. You have to weigh the pros and cons, right?
"You cannot solve everything perfectly. There will always be compromises."
Saying this, Owen pointed at Zuo Chuan Da Zai and Nino next to Yan Huan and added,
"First of all, the simplest point: a club needs at least four people to be established.
"The Doujinshi Society originally had five people. Now that two have quit, you could say the club no longer even exists.
"Fine, even if you argue that they have not gone through the formal written procedures to withdraw and insist on continuing the competition, do you think they are in any state to compete?"
Owen stared directly at Yan Huan and then pointed up at the spectator stands,
"Secondly, Yan Huan, do you know how many people in this entire school hate Spencer?
"You heard the voices from the stands just now, right?
"The students cannot wait for her to get out of here. If you held a vote, do you believe that ninety-nine percent of people would want her gone this instant?
"Everyone is hoping she and the Doujinshi Society lose. So even if you announce that result right now, no one will object. In fact, they will praise you for a job well done.
"Conversely, if you do anything more for her, they will be disappointed in you. Are you planning to stand against the entire school?"
Yan Huan simply continued looking at Owen, completely unmoved.
"Moreover, Yan Huan, let
tell you sothing that will clear things up for you..."
Seeing this, Owen leaned in slightly, locking eyes with him as he spoke,
"The Academic Affairs Office is already initiating the procedure to retain her academic status. Do you not know what that ans?
"It ans the Jinshi Group has already prepared for her departure from the school in advance. They never cared about the outco of this Club War at all.
"Spencer's mother is not even paying attention to this. What is the point of you doing all this?"
At this mont, only Principal Hers and a select few around him knew that Spencer's mother was actually watching the match from across the ocean, defying the ti difference.
After all, even Spencer herself had no idea her mother was observing all of this from the shadows.
After finishing his piece, Owen stepped back slightly. His expression softened, and his tone beca gentler,
"Furthermore, on a personal level, victory in this Club War is incredibly important to .
"I have... a very important wish to fulfill.
"Consider it a favor owed. Give
so face, and let this end here.
"Alright, Yan Huan?"
Owen, the son of the Director of the Linn National Defense Departnt.
His words carried significant weight.
"The ones who did wrong will face severe punishnt; everyone will be happy with your decision and further support you as the Student Council President; and I will get the reward I want.
"Spencer still gets to study, and this whole affair can serve as a lesson for her, a karma of sorts. Who told her to do so many obnoxious things before..."
Owen looked at Yan Huan and asked, emphasizing every word,
"A result like this is good enough, right, Yan Huan?"
Yan Huan was just about to speak when a hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve from behind.
He paused slightly and turned around, only to see Spencer looking at him, her face covered in tears.
She sniffled, then looked at Yan Huan and nodded.
The aning was...
Let it be.
Spencer had resigned herself to fate.
Just as Owen had said:
After weighing the pros and cons, this was the best outco. There was no other way.
Everyone benefited, and the wrongdoers were punished.
Anyway, Spencer was already set to leave the school. For soone like her, ending up with this outco was completely normal.
She was not a bird, nor was she a pig.
She no longer wanted to think about what she was or what she had done wrong.
Then she would just consider herself as nothing, and pretend that everything she had done was wrong.
Just let it be...
Watching the light in Spencer's azure eyes slowly dim, Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.
Was he just going to let it go? Was there really no other way?
Actually, deep in his heart, there was already a ready-made solution.
However, he knew better than anyone the risks of failure if he chose that path.
And the reward for success was better than nothing, but barely.
It was sothing a smart person would never do, no matter how they thought about it...
But at this mont, feeling Spencer gently tugging at his sleeve, Yan Huan lowered his gaze.
The next second, he looked around again.
In the surrounding spectator stands, the densely packed audience directed glares at Spencer that were glaringly obvious.
Contempt, disgust, revulsion...
Next, he looked at Ye Shiyu and Sakuramiya Hitomi sitting in the stands, and finally toward the backstage area of the athletics field where Bai Yi was.
Those were the directions of the Modifier Hosts.
And behind him, as he stood up for her, the cracking sounds of the Modifier gradually slowed.
He knew that once he spoke the following words, there would be a price to pay...
Not only would this opportunity to resolve Spencer's Modifier vanish into thin air, but there would also be many severe consequences...
From all sides, the heavy pressure of reality bore down on him.
It was as if even the wind was pulling at him, whispering softly in his ear,
"Do not do it!"
"..."
Above the sky, dark clouds gathered, and solid shadows crept up his contemplative face.
"Buzz..."
Right at that mont, a drone buzzed in the sky above.
Yan Huan was montarily stunned. He raised his eyes to the sidelines and found Yabashi Ki, clutching the drone controller, staring straight at him.
The drone's cara suddenly zood in, projecting a close-up shot of Yan Huan onto the giant screens on both sides of the athletics field.
At this mont, when all was dead silent.
In the distance, the bells of Far Moon Academy, which originally symbolized the opening of the finals, suddenly rang out,
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Like thunder, they shattered the cocoon of silence...
Prompting Yan Huan, who had his head bowed in deep thought, to raise it slightly.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The evening light pierced through the corridor, striking the face of Yan Huan as he lifted his head.
At this point in ti, having just enrolled, he was wearing the Far Moon Academy school uniform, waiting for soone outside the door of Class B.
Outer Court Students at Far Moon used to generally wear their school uniforms. This seed to be so sort of unspoken rule, a convention beneficial to both sides.
"Yabashi, I am leaving the PowerPoint for the group report to you this ti too. Please and thank you."
"Oh, okay..."
The next second, several girls walked out of Class B's classroom.
They lingered on Yan Huan's face for a few seconds, then gave him a slight smile before walking away,
"Hey, speaking of which, do you guys know that Yurianna from Class E?"
"That idiot who cannot read the room?"
"Yeah, haha. Let alone, she really is an idiot. She cannot even tell when others are speaking to her with ambiguous sarcasm. So silly."
Yan Huan watched the backs of the departing girls. He did not have to wait long before Yabashi Ki, carrying his school bag and wearing spectacles covered by a thick fringe, walked out.
"Yo, let us go. We will head back together."
They took the sa school bus, so they were fairly familiar with each other.
Walking side by side with Yabashi Ki in the corridor, Yan Huan recalled the incident just now and could not help but ask,
"Those girls are not in your group, right? You have to do it for them too?"
"...Well, those girls are all Inner Court Students. There is no harm in building a good relationship with them."
"Does that not bother you?"
"If it bothers , it bothers . It is only three years. I just have to endure it. Besides, did no one tell you before coming to Far Moon? Us Outer Court Students have to keep our heads down and our tails tucked between our legs."
"..."
Yan Huan raised his eyebrows but did not reply.
"Besides, are you not living pretty comfortably? I heard that so senior female students from the second and third years have already taken a liking to you. After your speech at the Opening Ceremony, they have been asking around in the group chats to see which class you are in..."
"Living comfortably by selling my body, right?"
"Is this not just sugarcoating it? Life, you know, you cannot get through it without sugarcoating things. You cannot change it anyway, so you might as well weigh the pros and cons, right?"
Yabashi Ki's thick bangs covered his eyes as he took out his mobile phone and launched a gacha ga,
"Just endure it, build good relationships with people, and maybe later we can use those connections. Then we will strike it rich...
"Wow, a new loli character just dropped! Perfect, I made so money doing howork for others, so I can pull for her second constellation!"
Listening to Yabashi's dejected words, Yan Huan suddenly caught sight of a docunt posted on the nearby notice board out of the corner of his eye.
"..."
He stopped, lifted his head, and began reading the docunt.
Ahead of him, Yabashi also paused slightly and turned back to look at him.
A bit puzzled as to why he suddenly stopped, Yabashi walked back and looked at the docunt on the wall alongside Yan Huan,
"The Student Council election... This has nothing to do with us Outer Court Students. Let us go."
"Does it not say right here that anyone can participate, regardless of whether they are Inner or Outer Court Students?"
"You actually believe that?"
Yabashi Ki scoffed and warned,
"Never mind the fact that a first-year stands no chance. Even if there was a sliver of hope, it would only be for that Eldest Miss from the Sakuramiya family who enrolled this year..."
As he spoke, Yabashi Ki brushed aside his thick bangs slightly and pointed at a campaign poster nearby.
On that poster, a photo of Owen flashing a sunny smile was incredibly prominent.
"Furthermore, the strongest candidate this year is Senior Owen. His old man is the big boss of the Linn National Defense Departnt. Do not go asking for trouble."
"...Is it really that exaggerated?"
Yabashi Ki nodded. As he played his gacha ga, he walked forward,
"Well, that is just how it is. It is always the Inner Court Students who run. You, an Outer Court Student, joining the fun will not only guarantee a loss, but it will also ruin the goodwill of the Inner Court Students...
"And what is the point even if you do it? Being the Student Council President just gets you a recomndation letter. You placed first in the Linn unified exam; do you even need that thing?
"Putting aside the lack of benefits, you would still have to worry about this and worry about that. Do you really think you are a beast of burden? You have to work, study, and run for the Student Council..." Watching Yabashi Ki's retreating back, Yan Huan did not argue. He simply continued looking at the campaign form above.
The next second, he smiled slightly and reached out to tear off a campaign form.
Hearing the sound of paper rustling behind him, Yabashi Ki paused slightly and turned around.
But Yan Huan had already walked up to him with the form in hand and slung an arm around his neck,
"Hey, are you really going to run? What for? You will not get anything out of it..."
Yan Huan did not look at him, but stared straight ahead,
"Do not look at
like that. I am no selfless saint. It is just... when doing things, besides weighing the pros and cons, one must also consider right and wrong, correct?"
At this mont, in the side corridor, a petite girl wearing a kimono was just coming out of the stairwell.
When she heard Yan Huan's words, her footsteps faltered slightly.
At this mont, right behind those girls who had just co out of Class B, a pink-haired girl was leaning against the wall, pursing her lips.
She listened attentively to them calling her an "idiot who cannot read the room," but her expression upon hearing these words remained unclear.
At this mont, right inside Class E's classroom, a blonde-haired girl with a ferocious expression was grabbing a boy by the collar, demanding he apologize for his insolent remarks.
However, the response she received was: "If you ruin this shirt, you cannot afford to pay for it."
At this mont, hearing Yan Huan's words, Yabashi Ki was slightly taken aback. Looking at the smiling Yan Huan beside him, he finally got serious but still gently advised,
"But if you do not get elected, those Inner Court Students will..."
"To hell with the Inner Court."
Yan Huan thought for a second, then looked at Yabashi Ki with a slight smile and said,
"Hey, if anyone hears you say that..."
"So what is your answer? I am still missing a campaign partner. Do you want to run with ?"
"Well... since you put it like that..."
At this mont, the two walked further and further away, brushing past the petite girl erging from the stairwell.
Yan Huan did not yet know the girl before him, nor was he attracted by her appearance. Without even looking at her, he just kept walking forward.
Little did he know that the words he had just spoken had all fallen into the girl's ears.
The girl with hair fading from black to cherry blossom pink showed no abnormality. She continued walking toward the gloom, her back to the setting sun, in the opposite direction of Yan Huan and his friend.
Only, a few steps after passing them, her footsteps gradually slowed down until she ca to a complete stop right in the middle of the corridor bathed in the evening glow.
Soon after, she slowly turned her head.
Her pair of eyes just like that, landed on the side profile of the handso, smiling boy who was about to disappear at the edge of her vision.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"
The distant bells chid leisurely. Under the evening sky, the petite girl watching the smiling boy's profile slowly rged with the face of Sakuramiya Hitomi, who was currently sitting in the spectator stands.
She stared unblinking downward, at Yan Huan, who stood tall before the blonde girl...
Just like back then.
At this mont, an armband for the Student Council hung on her shoulder, bearing the words:
[Student Council Vice President]
[Sakuramiya Hitomi]
She looked at the giant screens by the field. In the broadcast, the hesitation on Yan Huan's face slowly transford into resolve as he raised his head.
She watched as Yan Huan revealed a relieved smile and then reached out to switch on his collar microphone.
The very next second, his voice instantly connected to the audio equipnt across the entire athletics field, broadcasting throughout the venue,
"Zuo Chuan Da Zai and Nino have withdrawn from the Doujinshi Society. For the upcoming competition, I will join the Doujinshi Society and complete it in their place."
Hearing this, Sakuramiya Hitomi closed her eyes without a trace of surprise.
Afterward, a faint, beautiful smile that seed to say 'I knew it' graced her lips.
anwhile, Sakuramiya Lily, sitting beside her, watched Yan Huan make this declaration and snapped her folding fan open in surprise.
After all, having sat in the stands the whole ti, she knew that everyone around them could not wait for that Spencer girl to get out.
Slightly puzzled, she turned her head to glance at her daughter and happened to catch the smile on her face.
"..."
Taken aback, Sakuramiya Lily seed to realize sothing, but she remained silent, shifting her gaze back down to the young man below.
"Are you kidding ?!"
"The President joined Spencer's Doujinshi Society?!"
"On what grounds?! Just for that bastard?"
The entire stadium erupted instantly. An uproar surged from top to bottom, crashing down on Yan Huan, who had made the decision.
"Everyone be quiet!!"
But the next second, Ashley, standing in the stands, gritted her teeth and roared at the crowd behind her.
Her trendous voice instantly suppressed the chaos, causing the torrent of noise to stall in its tracks.
Having accomplished this, Ashley frowned, crossed her arms, and turned back to look at the field.
On her arm hung a similar armband:
[Head of Discipline]
[Ashley]
"Ah-ah-ah!! Alright, our Student Council President, Yan Huan, has officially joined the Doujinshi Society! With this, the previously understaffed club returns to four mbers, and the competition continues!!"
In the dia room, Yurianna nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, taking over the mic and hastily hyping up the crowd.
In her embrace was the armband that represented her identity:
[Student Council Secretary]
[Yurianna]
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
By the sidelines, Yabashi Ki watched Yan Huan make his decision and could not help but smile faintly.
He brushed aside the fringe that had already been trimd short and focused even more intently on piloting the drone.
The drone's cara pointed straight at Yan Huan in the middle of the green field, flawlessly broadcasting him to every online and offline channel.
At this mont, an armband stood out conspicuously on his arm:
[Student Council Accountant]
[Yabashi Ki]
The uproar and questioning across the stadium were finally brought under control. But down in the center of the field, the shock felt by everyone other than Yan Huan had not diminished in the slightest.
The tear stains on Spencer's face remained. Her eyes went wide as she stared in disbelief at the green peacock before her, whose form was already distorted to its absolute limit.
She was about to voice her confusion, but in the next second, her freezing hand that clung to his sleeve was suddenly grasped tightly by Yan Huan's burning hand.
"!!"
His body heat slowly traveled through her fingertips, flowing straight into her heart.
Along the way, it felt as though her stiff limbs had been reborn.
Yan Huan squeezed her hand, gently released it, and switched off his microphone.
Then, he looked at Owen in front of him, who was frowning and equally dumbfounded.
Soon, Owen's frown deepened, veins bulging on his forehead.
After a few seconds, he let out a laugh, massaging his temples in frustration,
"Yan Huan, I have exhausted every argunt, good and bad. Do you still insist on doing this?"
"I do. Why?"
"Then do not bla
for not reminding you. The minimum number of people in a club is four. That ans the minimum number of participants for all events in the finals is also four."
Owen cald himself down, his sharp gaze sweeping over Yan Huan and the remaining two mbers of the Doujinshi Society behind him,
"One person in your club is currently hospitalized and cannot compete. That ans the three of you have to run for four people, and one of you must run 800 ters."
As he spoke, he pointed a finger at Yan Huan and challenged,
"Whether Spencer can maintain an anaerobic sprint for a full 400 ters let alone 800 ters is still uncertain. But speaking of you, Yan Huan—even if you participate, do you really think you can outrun ?"
"..."
Being pointed at by Owen, Yan Huan was not angered. He rely nodded and replied flatly,
"True..."
But the next second, he abruptly raised his hand and yanked on the tightly fastened belt of his sun-protective clothing.
"Click..."
Unfastening the buckle, he gave it a hard pull.
As the belt cinching his waist ca undone, the sun-protective clothing that covered his inner garnts loosened entirely, and he slipped it off.
"ow~"
On his shoulder, Myau-chan, who had been standing there invisibly the entire ti, was shaken off by the sliding clothes.
It lifted its tail and landed lightly on the ground, temporarily separating from Yan Huan.
But at this mont, it seed that Yan Huan was throwing off far more than just the weightless Myau-chan.
He was casting off the crushing burden of the Modifiers that had continuously lood over his destiny.
What would Ye Shiyu, who was watching this scene, think? What would Sakuramiya think? What would Bai Yi think? What would An Le think...?
Would he waste this god-given opportunity to resolve a Modifier? Would he provoke the other Modifiers to continue evolving...?
All of these concerns were cast aside by him, falling onto the grassy field nearby.
Right now, he did not care about any of that.
And as the sun-protective clothing, reflecting the blazing sunlight, was entirely removed, the formal attire he wore underneath was revealed inch by inch.
It was the sumr uniform specially customized for the Far Moon Academy Student Council President.
A hand-spun, pitch-black polo shirt with a mandarin collar.
Though it was a dark piece of clothing, it did not appear dull or lusterless after the protective outer layer was shed.
Because replacing it was a finely crafted, pure gold moon emblem hanging above the chest of the customized uniform.
Even though it was the Student Council President's emblem of an academy nad after the moon, at this mont, it sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight piercing through the dissipating clouds.
And right beneath that emblem, gilded lettering spelled out the identity and na of the garnt's owner:
[Forty-Seventh President of the Far Moon Academy Student Council]
[Yan Huan]
Spencer could not see the gilded lettering on the front. She could only raise her eyes and catch a glimpse of the idiom written in Dragon Country characters engraved on the back of the exclusive Student Council President uniform.
[As Deep as a Still Abyss, as Towering as a Mountain]
That was the inscription dedicated to the forty-seventh Student Council President.
"..."
At this mont, Spencer's azure eyes, still bearing a few teardrops, stared blankly at those four gleaming characters.
She did not know the language of Dragon Country, but she deeply committed those four characters to her mory, stroke by stroke.
Along with the back of the person standing in front of her, who had chosen to fight for her.
"...So that is the Student Council President of Far Moon Academy."
At this ti, at the very top of one side of the stands.
A silver-haired girl stood with her back to the light and spoke softly.
She wore a white customized uniform, and upon her chest, a wheat ear emblem also cast from pure gold displayed her identity.
Shuurei Academy Student Council President.
Behind the silver-haired girl, a boy wearing a 'Student Council Vice President' armband adjusted his glasses and said shyly,
"Yes, President... Furthermore, he is the student from the South Ward who scored a perfect score on the Linn unified exam back then, tying for first place with you."
"Hehe, tied for first place, you say..."
The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, seemingly intrigued, but did not say anything more. She rely watched the spectacle below.
The surroundings were extrely quiet, clearly infected by Yan Huan's solemn expression.
The sharpness on Owen's face gradually faded. He glanced at the gilded na on the Student Council uniform.
Then, he looked at Spencer, who was being protected behind him, staring wide-eyed at his back.
There was no longer a need for any words...
However, Owen had one final question.
Owen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again. He pointed at Spencer behind Yan Huan and asked,
"You are the Student Council President. Why would you go to such lengths for a rotten person like her?"
"..."
Yan Huan never gave an answer to Owen's final question.
Because he pondered for a long ti, but not a single decent answer surfaced in his mind.
Except, he actually knew the reason clearly himself...
Because this was not a question that the savior solving the Modifiers or the Far Moon Student Council President could answer.
Even though there was no response, in this brief, eerie silence, in Spencer's eyes, the constantly twisting shadows of birds and pigs in her surroundings slowly solidified.
Only the silhouette of the green peacock before her showed signs of collapsing.
So the next second, Yan Huan did not wait any longer. He grabbed the fabric of his loose polo shirt near the armpits.
Then, tilting his head slightly, he pulled off the garnt that symbolized his status as the President of Far Moon Academy.
The last piece of clothing on his upper half was stripped away just like that.
"Buzz!"
But this simple action was like the final straw that broke the cal's back.
In Spencer's wide azure eyes, the peacock illusion—like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water—finally could bear it no more, collapsing into a singularity...
Then, it completely shattered and burst open like a firework.
What blood outwards were the incredibly beautiful tail feathers of a green peacock.
The feathers rose into the sky, only to drift down slowly like a curtain of rain...
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!!"
At this mont, what shattered was not only the illusion covering the young man's true appearance.
Shattering alongside it were the thick, dark clouds in the sky, her despair and agony from just monts ago...
And the doubts and misunderstandings that had lingered in her heart for the past decade or more.
A gentle breeze swept by, picking up the peacock feathers that fell like rain.
Beneath those illusory green peacock feathers that seed to stare like countless eyes...
Beyond the unshed tears in Spencer's eyes...
In the reflection of Spencer's clear azure eyes...
What impressively appeared was a handso young man bearing a lean, muscular upper torso.
The discarded clothing drifted with the wind, finally carrying away all his facades, all his identities...
At this mont, standing before Spencer, was only a pure, unadulterated existence.
He was no longer a bird, but he was not a pig either...
Instead, he was a real, tangible person—soone exceptionally complex, and exceptionally beautiful.
He was simply Yan Huan, a person like him, and nothing more.
The sunlight finally pierced through the heavy, dark clouds, cascading over the earth like an angel bestowing a boon. That warm, bright light lavishly blanketed Yan Huan's body...
From his earnest face to every inch of muscle on his body.
It was as if the sun were guiding Spencer's gaze, pointing out Yan Huan's true appearance to her for the first ti, softly telling her,
"This young man standing before you right now... is Yan Huan."
The cast-off Student Council uniform drifted further away in the howling wind. Consequently, all that remained in the broadcast feed of Yabashi Ki's drone was a shirtless Yan Huan.
All the spectators present watched as the beautiful young man stripped off his clothes, revealing his remarkably toned and dynamic physique. They could not help but widen their eyes in awe.
The previously acquired 'Naturalist' effect activated instantly, making the muscles on Yan Huan's body shine even more brilliantly and instantaneously elevating his physical condition by a whole tier.
"Phew..."
Feeling his sharply enhanced physical attributes, Yan Huan gently exhaled a breath of stale air.
Before him, Owen narrowed his eyes as he looked at Yan Huan's clearly sculpted muscles, cast in layers of shadow.
"You..."
At this mont, Yan Huan raised his faintly glowing eyes and finally answered the 'why' that Owen had asked him earlier.
Looking at Owen, Yan Huan declared, emphasizing every word,
"Because I am the Student Council President, and none of you are."
"..."
Hearing Yan Huan's familiar voice coming from this incredibly unfamiliar, handso young man, Spencer watched, completely captivated.
Her parched lips trembled slightly, and she finally squeezed out from her throat an unfamiliar title she had never used for Yan Huan before,
"President..."
Spencer stared blankly at the young man who seed to be glowing, as if wanting to call out to him...
To call out to this handso young man whom she felt she was truly eting for the first ti, now that the illusions had been shattered.
But her sincere words in this mont were so faint that they were completely crushed and scattered into the wind in less than a second.
"President! President! President! President!!"
Replacing them was an atmosphere thoroughly ignited by Yan Huan, erupting into a tsunami of cheers.
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