"Roll..."
On the ground, seeing the Purple Mood roll to his feet, Yan Huan did not even have ti to complain.
When he raised his eyes and saw Sakuramiya Hitomi's frozen expression, his heart skipped a beat for a full second.
Mainly, Sakuramiya had just been provoked by Spencer this morning, and now it was happening again?
Was this repeatedly detonating a bomb just to check the blast radius?
"Sakuramiya..."
His reaction was extrely fast; he intended to take a slight step back to distance himself from An Le.
However, he did not expect that upon seeing the newcor, An Le's reaction would be even faster than his.
"Vice President Sakuramiya!"
In his arms, An Le imdiately took a step back. With a slightly flushed face, she waved her hands at Sakuramiya Hitomi and proactively explained in a sowhat flustered manner,
"Um... I just wanted to talk to Xiao Huan about sothing just now, so..."
'Huh?'
Hearing this, Yan Huan, who was just about to speak, froze slightly.
He thought An Le was going to show her aggression again, just like she did with Ye Shiyu at the milk tea shop last ti.
He did not expect her to yield right away and take the initiative to explain herself.
'Wait, could it be...'
"It looks like An Le does not know that Sakuramiya Hitomi is also a Modifier Host, ow?"
On his shoulder, the materialized Myau-chan directly voiced the doubt in his heart.
Yan Huan glanced at An Le, inwardly surprised by how differently she treated Hosts and non-Hosts.
'Just what exactly did the Modifier avatar on her body tell her?'
"..."
Upon hearing An Le's explanation, Sakuramiya Hitomi also narrowed her eyes and scrutinized An Le's expression.
Actually, when Sakuramiya Hitomi and Yabashi Ki arrived, it was right at the mont An Le had grabbed Yan Huan's hands.
Therefore, Sakuramiya Hitomi had clearly seen An Le throw herself at Yan Huan on her own initiative.
Because Bai Yi had said this morning that "An Le is different from before," Sakuramiya Hitomi subconsciously assud An Le was provoking her.
But now, she was explaining herself so sincerely...
'Either she is a two-faced green tea bitch, or she is just incredibly naive and sweet.'
For a mont, Sakuramiya could not tell which one it was.
"So... that is how it is."
Thus, she forced a slight smile and replied while maintaining her elegance.
"Pfft..."
Beside her, however, Yabashi Ki could not hold back a laugh.
Then, he slightly tilted the thumb he had raised at Yan Huan to point toward An Le.
It was as if he were saying:
"To be able to call being all over soone 'talking about sothing,' you are truly sothing else."
However, like a good brother, Yabashi Ki did not let An Le's sowhat pale explanation fall flat and completely shatter the atmosphere.
So, he looked at the ground and hurriedly spoke up to change the subject.
"Wait, Miyake-sensei, why would you bring sothing like that here?"
"Oh my~"
Miyake Fufu, who had been busy enjoying the drama, covered her mouth as she snapped back to reality. Looking embarrassed, she quickly walked over and picked up the purple vibrator.
"Sorry, sorry, it accidentally fell out.
"This is for the curriculum designed according to the Linn Education Departnt's regulations. After all, it contains knowledge points about masturbation and excessive masturbation."
Miyake Fufu familiarly stuffed the thing back into her bag, ignoring the slightly darkened expressions of the three Student Council mbers. Instead, she looked at An Le, who was standing beside Yan Huan.
"Huh, wait a minute, student... why do I feel like you look a bit familiar?"
"Eh?"
An Le, who had been calmly observing the purple object in the woman's hands, glanced at Miyake Fufu upon hearing this.
With that single glance, she seed to recognize the newcor as well, but before she could speak, Miyake Fufu's eyes lit up.
"Pingxi?"
Hearing this na, An Le's face imdiately flushed bright red.
But she was already pulled into a tight hug by Miyake Fufu.
"It really is you! I cannot believe you also attend Far Moon Academy!"
"Sweet Parfait-sensei..."
"Has it been a few years since we last t? I asked you to attend the Spring Doujin Exhibition before, but you did not go. What a pity..."
"Th-that is because..."
'Pingxi...'
Yan Huan chewed on the na for a mont and instantly realized its connection to An Le.
'Is she an old friend of An Le's?'
Seeing Miyake Fufu and An Le passionately catching up, Yan Huan smiled faintly and did not interrupt.
He then glanced over at Sakuramiya Hitomi and saw that she was about to crouch down to help Miyake Fufu gather the items that had fallen on the ground.
"..."
Blinking, Yan Huan still walked over to Sakuramiya Hitomi. He crouched down as well and began picking up the fallen docunts.
"Sakuramiya, you are here too."
"Ah, President."
Hearing his voice, Sakuramiya Hitomi looked at Yan Huan and gave a faint smile.
"I ca over to see if I could be of any help."
"I see."
Yan Huan nodded. Just as he was about to reach out and pick up an "Anatomical Science Picture Book" with a manga-style cover, a small hand in front of him reached for the exact sa book.
Their fingertips brushed slightly, causing both Yan Huan and Sakuramiya Hitomi to freeze.
Yan Huan subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but seeing Sakuramiya Hitomi's hand frozen in mid-air, his withdrawing motion gradually slowed.
"President, I am sorry about this morning. I caused trouble for you..."
He thought she would say sothing about the current situation to deflect the awkwardness, but to his surprise, Sakuramiya Hitomi suddenly brought up the events of the morning.
"I should not have been so impulsive."
"...It is fine, it is not your fault."
Yan Huan was not just pretending to be generous; after all, the fact that Spencer's Modifier affected others was an undeniable truth.
"After all, Spencer has indeed done a lot of infuriating things in the past. You are not the only one who dislikes her, Sakuramiya..."
Yan Huan smiled faintly, picked up the book from the ground, and handed it to Sakuramiya.
"But speaking of which, that was the first ti I have ever seen you so angry. I am quite unused to it."
"..."
Yan Huan's words were rely a casual remark ant to gloss over her apology, but that sentence left Sakuramiya Hitomi stunned.
'Unused to it?'
'That makes sense. Losing my composure like that this morning must have frightened the President.'
'Does the President think that my true self is that kind of noisy, shrew-like person?'
She pursed her lips and took the book he handed her, her heart trembling involuntarily.
As soon as she recalled how she looked bickering with Spencer in the streets this morning, she felt completely gutted with regret.
"It is all that Spencer's fault! She definitely has so superpower affecting us!"
Within the Room Barrier, observing this scene, the Cold Sakuramiya clicked her tongue with folded arms, her face extrely ugly.
"Mmm, Hitomi already analyzed it before. Spencer's ability seems to be related to 'betrayal'..."
Sitting on her shoulder, the Petite Sakuramiya swung her legs and analyzed while counting on her fingers,
"Every ti she is affected, Hitomi feels a sense of being betrayed by soone close to her. That is why she feels angry and loses her composure.
"The first ti was with the President, whom we view as our future partner; the second ti was with our dearest mother..."
Hitomi. That was the title Petite Sakuramiya used to distinguish the main body.
Everyone was Sakuramiya, each possessing their own distinct characteristics. Only the main body, Sakuramiya Hitomi, was too complex to be summarized by a single trait.
Therefore, Petite Sakuramiya had proposed using her given na exclusively to refer to the main body.
"Does that not make her a conceptual god? As long as she gets close to those we feel belong to us or those we are intimate with, we will be affected?"
Cold Sakuramiya furrowed her brow, while Petite Sakuramiya struggled to stand up on her shoulder and suggested,
"But on the other hand, as long as you do not care, Spencer's power will not be able to affect us at all."
"..."
In reality, the pale-faced Sakuramiya Hitomi froze upon hearing Petite Sakuramiya's words.
'In other words, as long as I can make myself not care about the President and not care about my mother, Spencer's power will not affect ?'
'Not care about the President...'
'Not care about my mother...'
'Anyone who can do that must be a divine person!'
"As if anyone could actually do that!" Without Sakuramiya Hitomi even having to voice the thought herself, Cold Sakuramiya inside the Room Barrier instantly flared red with anger and grabbed Petite Sakuramiya, who had co up with the terrible idea.
"Never mind whether she can do it; could either of us do it? I care about benefits, and you care about morals! Do you dare say you do not care about anything?!"
"I... I did not say we needed to do it... As long as there is one Sakuramiya who can do it, that would be enough!"
"You an..."
Cold Sakuramiya paused slightly. As Petite Sakuramiya's words reached the ears of the Sakuramiya in reality, an invisible wave instantly rippled through the Room Barrier.
"Crack, crack..."
An Okina mask sporting a beard slowly dropped to the ground, wobbling slightly.
"..."
Following that, on the sofa of the Student Council's Room Barrier, a brand new Sakuramiya abruptly appeared, wearing disheveled pajamas and a lethargic expression.
Her long black hair was a ssy tangle; she was barefoot, and her lower abdon was exposed.
In the middle of her forehead, there was a red dot like those found on Buddha statues.
"Yawn~"
Lethargic Sakuramiya lay sideways on the sofa, scratched her butt, and greeted the two Sakuramiyas in front of her.
"Hello, you two."
"Wh-who are you?"
"Ah, ? It does not matter. You can call
whatever you want; even calling
Spencer is fine... Yawn... so sleepy. When can we go back to the Room Barrier at ho? The Student Council's sofa is not comfortable to sleep on at all..."
"..."
'She actually...'
'She actually appeared!'
'A Sakuramiya who does not care about anything!'
Cold Sakuramiya and Petite Sakuramiya were simultaneously startled. They hurriedly adjusted the ti flow between reality and the Room Barrier to avoid affecting the Sakuramiya in reality for too long.
Petite Sakuramiya flew over to the sofa. Looking at Lethargic Sakuramiya, who was lying sideways like a Buddha statue, she could not help but ask,
"Do... do you still like the President?"
"I like him."
Lethargic Sakuramiya yawned and nodded.
"Ah, as expected, every Sakuramiya likes the President!"
Cold Sakuramiya also walked over with her arms crossed, saying with disdain,
"So, since she likes the President too, how could she be immune to Spencer's superpower?"
Petite Sakuramiya was unsure as well, but she suddenly figured sothing out and followed up,
"Then can you accept the President and Spencer being together?"
"Sure. We can sleep together; it will be warm."
"Ah? Th-then what about Ye Shiyu?"
"Ye Shiyu is so tall. We would have to prepare a very wide blanket for the three of us to sleep together."
"...What about An Le and Bai Yi?"
"Six people sleeping together? The bed at ho is not big enough for that many people, is it? We would need a bigger bed, and I want to sleep in the middle."
"..."
Petite Sakuramiya was completely dumbfounded, and Cold Sakuramiya felt her scalp tingle, blue veins bulging on her forehead.
In the next second, unable to hold back, she drew an uchigatana directly, aiming to chop off Lethargic Sakuramiya's head.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep! Sleep my foot! Do you like sleeping with the President that much? Do you even hear what you are saying?!"
"Mmm, I heard myself... Well, it is fine if we do not sleep together all the ti. It does not matter..."
Even with the naked blade bearing down on her, Lethargic Sakuramiya remained motionless, seemingly not caring at all whether she was chopped or not.
Seeing this, Cold Sakuramiya gave up in defeat.
Speaking of which, she really could not bring herself to resort to violence against her.
Because Lethargic Sakuramiya was also a part of Sakuramiya Hitomi. If she killed her, there was no telling what massive chaos would ensue.
"Alright, alright, calm down. I have a feeling that this Sakuramiya will definitely be of great use when dealing with Spencer..."
At the critical mont, Petite Sakuramiya stepped in once again to smooth things over.
But Cold Sakuramiya snorted coldly and threw a wet blanket on the idea,
"But the problem is, we can all only appear inside the Room Barrier.
"When she is affected, she is completely unable to contact us. Even if she is here, what use is it? Is she just going to scratch her butt and watch the show from in here?"
Hearing this, Petite Sakuramiya was slow to catch on, panic belatedly setting in.
"Th-that is right! I forgot about that!"
"..."
Cold Sakuramiya rolled her eyes, too lazy to even bother scolding her.
But at this mont, the perpetually drowsy Lethargic Sakuramiya behind them suddenly spoke up,
"But who said we can only appear in the Room Barrier?"
"Ah?"
The two Sakuramiyas looked at Lethargic Sakuramiya simultaneously, only to see her yawning and spreading her hands as she said,
"We are fundantally Hitomi's personalities, you know. We are a part of her to begin with.
"As long as she wants to, by simply wearing our Persona Mask, we can appear in reality through her body."
Cold Sakuramiya was stunned, and Petite Sakuramiya could not contain her shock even more,
"That is possible?!"
The flow of ti in reality was entirely different from that in the Room Barrier.
Those Sakuramiyas had chatted for a long ti inside the Room Barrier, but in reality, only an instant had passed.
After listening to their conversation, Sakuramiya Hitomi could not help but feel doubtful and surprised.
'Possess my body?'
'Would that not be giving them control of my body?'
Sakuramiya Hitomi subconsciously thought this, but her intuition told her that the effect did not work that way.
At this mont, by communicating slightly with the Room Barrier, she could feel three illusory masks floating beside her.
'Is this what Lethargic Sakuramiya was talking about?'
Sakuramiya Hitomi touched her chin, pondering the thought.
Over on the other side, An Le and Miyake Fufu's reunion did not last long before it was interrupted by a bewildered Yabashi Ki.
"Miyake-sensei, you know this An Le?"
"Of course!"
Miyake Fufu patted her chest and proudly declared,
"This is my best collaborative partner from the forums in the past, Pingxi. Before I debuted, she and I collaborated on a doujinshi that was showcased at the C98 Exhibition~"
"A doujinshi?"
Not only Yabashi Ki but even Yan Huan, who had finished gathering the items, looked at An Le with so curiosity.
Hearing this, An Le, who was still feeling a bit happy from the reunion, instantly realized sothing. Her face turned bright red as she tried to stop Miyake Fufu from speaking.
"W-wait a minute, Parfait-sen..."
However, it was already too late.
"Mhm! It is a childhood sweethearts doujinshi called 'Pleasure Purgatory.' It sold extrely well at C98, and it even got two additional print runs afterwards!
"The childhood sweetheart stories she wrote were originally super popular on Chang Gan Li. They were written in such incredible detail that everyone said it felt imrsive, as if it were happening right in front of them...
"Pingxi and I also beca famous in Sakura Country starting from then. It is just a pity that she stopped writing scripts for
after that."
'Pleasure Purgatory?'
'A childhood sweethearts doujinshi?'
'And written in incredible detail?'
Hearing this, Yabashi Ki blinked. Then, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Yan Huan behind him, who was standing there completely dumbfounded.
'Are you for real, President?'
Yan Huan knew absolutely nothing about this. After all, in his eyes, An Le had been so pure and cute when she was young; she was completely clueless about such things.
Even after hearing everything, Yan Huan thought that Miyake Fufu must have mistaken her for soone else.
"..."
Thus, he hastily looked at An Le, wanting to confirm it.
Who knew that he would catch sight of An Le's flushed face, looking as though she was on the verge of crying.
How nice. At such a young age, the embarrassnt was strong enough to make one dig out a three-bedroom apartnt with their toes.
It was just a pity that the location was a bit too remote—right underneath her feet.
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