At this mont, outside the room.
Spencer looked at the tightly shut door, tilting her head to reveal her little canine teeth.
Today, she wore a caral-coffee-colored short pullover hoodie, paired with matching coffee-colored side-striped harem pants and white sneakers.
Her beautiful blonde hair was tucked under a Bomb Pig collaboration baseball cap. At a glance, it was a very energetic British sporty outfit.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Yan Huan, open the door!"
anwhile, inside a high-end apartnt in the tower block opposite the hotel.
Having just finished a shower, Sakuramiya Hitomi was wiping her damp hair, glancing at her ringing mobile phone.
Dressed in a light blue silk nightgown, her soft pink skin was still slightly damp with the lingering moisture from her bath.
Keeping her eyes on the phone, she relaxed and sprawled out on the soft bed, kicking her feet up and lightly swaying them.
A faint light swirled around the bedroom, indicating that her room had also been enveloped by a barrier. This allowed her to check on other barriers at any ti and teleport back and forth between them at will.
"Tap-tap-tap!"
"What's wrong, President? Is there sothing the matter?"
Inside the hotel room, Yan Huan, who was clutching his phone while looking toward the door, widened his eyes, a light cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Not good!
Quicker than words could describe, Yan Huan abruptly snapped out of his daze the very next second. He tossed his phone into the air and simultaneously called out in his mind,
'Myau-chan!'
'ow!'
The plump black cat instantly materialized, opening its mouth in mid-air to catch the phone.
"Myau-chan, I'll leave the chat with Sakuramiya to you."
Hearing this, Myau-chan, who had landed silently and steadily, turned his head and widened his eyes in astonishnt.
"I-I don't know what to say, ow!"
"Of course I know that! I an you're in charge of typing. Whatever I say, you type, and then tell
imdiately whatever Sakuramiya replies!"
"Oh, oh, okay, ow!"
Hearing this, Myau-chan finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, a second later, he seed to realize sothing and hastily asked,
"Wait, are you going to use multi-threading, ow?!"
Facing the question, Yan Huan rely sighed and urged,
"Hurry up, I have to go open the door."
"ow~"
Left with no choice, Myau-chan obediently turned invisible. Carrying the phone in his mouth, he trotted over to the coffee table and set it down.
'Beep beep, Myau-chan Custor Service is happy to serve you!'
Once Myau-chan was in position, Yan Huan couldn't help but glance at the glowing halo of the barrier swirling around him.
Imdiately after, he finally walked toward the door, simultaneously speaking in his mind,
'Just ask her if she's free right now, and say that I have sothing to tell her.'
'Okay, ow... Sakuramiya, are you free right now...'
Hearing this, Myau-chan nodded. He stood on his hind legs on the coffee table and raised his two front paw pads to press the phone screen.
But after pressing twice, he exclaid in dismay,
"My paws are too plump! It's so hard to type, ow!"
Yan Huan's face darkened. He glared at Myau-chan in exasperation and scolded,
"Useless furball!"
"ow?!"
Fortunately, it was only difficult to press, not impossible.
Myau-chan lifted his little chubby paws and painstakingly tapped a few tis until he finally successfully inputted the text.
Then, he hit send!
...
On the other end of the line, Sakuramiya Hitomi, who was sprawling on her bed, pursed her lips and muttered in confusion,
"The President has sothing to tell ? Why is he being so serious? Could sothing have happened in his room?"
With this thought, Sakuramiya Hitomi pouted and typed on her phone,
"I'm free. What did you want to talk about, President?"
"It's about what happened before."
Eh, eh, eh?!
Looking at the ssage in her hands, Sakuramiya Hitomi imdiately sat up, biting her lip.
What happened before...
Could he be talking about the ti I spied on him?
Now that I think about it, because of the Club War, the midterm exams, and the school trip, that incident just kind of blew over.
I never really had a proper talk with the President about it.
What do I do? What do I do?
Could it be that he hasn't completely forgiven
yet, and deep down he's still a bit uncomfortable, so...
But when we were at the main residence earlier, the President clearly helped
so much. He should have forgiven
by now...
Then, what exactly does the President want to say?
...
'There's no response from her side for now, ow. Yan Huan, Sakuramiya Hitomi's status has been stuck on "Typing..."'
Listening to Myau-chan's telepathic report, Yan Huan nodded.
This was good. Temporarily drawing Sakuramiya's attention away was the only way he could safely open the door for Spencer, otherwise...
"Click~"
The next second, Yan Huan reached the door and pulled it open, revealing Spencer standing outside like a radiant little sun.
"Spencer..."
"Yan Huan, you're alright!"
The mont she saw Yan Huan, a beautiful gleam burst from Spencer's sky-blue eyes, and she imdiately lunged into his arms in excitent.
"Thud!"
Yan Huan quickly reached out to catch Spencer, but his body involuntarily stiffened.
He raised his eyes and cast a swift glance around the room.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
It seed that Sakuramiya's attention had indeed been caught by the bait he had thrown out, leaving her oblivious to the situation over here.
Phew...
Step one of the operation: a success.
Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief before smiling down at Spencer in his arms.
He saw her biting her lip with her canine teeth, looking him up and down. She even reached out a finger to poke him here and there, as if checking to make sure he wasn't missing any arms or legs.
"Where did you go all this ti? We were all looking for you. I even went ho to ask for help, but then you ca back not long after..."
Feeling her deep concern, the smile on Yan Huan's lips deepened, and he honestly confessed,
"I went to Kyushu Island."
He didn't continue the mory Correction lie about not rembering how he got there.
If he said that, the naturally perceptive Spencer would definitely see through his lie.
As he spoke, Yan Huan closed the hotel room door and walked further inside.
"Mmm..."
Kyushu Island...
Where is that?
Hearing this, Spencer stroked her chin and fell deep into thought.
And the result of her thinking was...
No result whatsoever!
In her little head, the Earth probably wasn't even round, let alone understanding geography.
Spencer didn't even know how Yan Huan had disappeared in the first place.
She only had a superficial understanding of her own superpowers, much less Sakuramiya Hitomi's barrier.
"Whatever, never mind all that. The important thing is that you're back!"
With that thought, Spencer completely gave up on thinking and just happily hugged Yan Huan tight.
Usually, Yan Huan would be thrilled to be hugged by Spencer like this.
Spencer's body was toned from exercise yet incredibly soft, carrying a pleasant scent of body wash.
She was warm all over, making it feel like he was holding a comforting little ball of fire.
But right now, Yan Huan couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.
Because they were currently inside the barrier, and Spencer hadn't realized it at all!
'Yan Huan, Sakuramiya Hitomi replied, ow!'
Hearing Myau-chan's voice in his head, Yan Huan imdiately looked over.
'Read it!'
' "About what happened before, it was my fault. President, I'm truly sorry for causing you trouble." '
Like a nagging busybody, Myau-chan shook his head while reading.
'That's what she said, ow...'
Yan Huan let out a breath. After thinking for a second, he ntally replied,
'Reply to her: "There's no need to be so tense. I've already forgiven you. That is, unless you're still secretly keeping
under surveillance." '
'Oh, oh, that's a good move, ow!'
Hearing this, Myau-chan's erald eyes lit up slightly. He raised his paw pads to type again.
'To think you could use this thod to prevent her from spying on us right now and discovering Spencer making out with you, ow.'
'What do you an, "discovering Spencer making out with "?'
'I haven't even done anything yet, have I?'
Watching Myau-chan wagging his head and swaying his body on the coffee table, Yan Huan thought to himself.
"Of course not! I've already turned over a new leaf, President! You have to believe !"
Turned over a new leaf again?
Hearing this familiar rhetoric, Yan Huan felt a slight twinge of PTSD.
'How should we reply next, ow?'
'Hmm, just... Mmph!'
Just as Yan Huan was about to "speak," a pair of warm hands suddenly slapped onto his cheeks.
Yan Huan paused in surprise. The next second, a trendous force forced his slightly turned head to face straight ahead...
He saw Spencer standing directly in front of him, her hands holding his face. Her innocent features clearly displayed undisguised suspicion.
"Yan Huan, why does it feel like you're thinking about sothing else?"
His face slightly squished by Spencer's hands, Yan Huan blinked and subconsciously answered,
"I'm no—"
But the mont the word left his lips, he instantly regretted it.
Not good!
The mont he said "I'm no—
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