"Everyone, it is ti to start voting on what our class will do for the Culture Festival!"
Far Moon Academy, First-Year Class C.
A girl with a bob haircut and spectacles, wearing an armband, stood on the podium with her hands on her hips. Beside her stood a cheerful boy with wheat-colored skin, holding chalk and ready to tally the votes. It seed both were class officials for Class C.
As she read the list, the girl with the bob haircut looked down at her mobile phone and said,
"Hmm, quite a few students provided ideas in the suggested activity docunt posted in the class group yesterday."
"So we will write them on the chalkboard and vote one by one. Rember, everyone only gets one vote!"
With that, she began reading the items from the docunt,
"Haunted House?"
"Ugh, no way. I heard Class E is already planning to do that..."
The muttering of the students below drifted up, interrupting the girl's announcent.
"Hmm, then the next one... How about a desk-and-chair roller coaster? It sounds pretty creative, though it might take so effort to prepare."
A small patch of hands shot up from the crowd. The boy behind her turned to count them and wrote the number on the chalkboard.
"Alright, next is a mini-ga fair..."
"A male maid cafe?"
"Flea market?"
"..."
As the items were written on the chalkboard one by one, the hands raised below were either sparse or dense...
Until they reached the final activity suggestion in the docunt.
"And finally... Bomb Piggy Kingdom Park?"
The girl read the text from her mobile phone in a daze, as if suspecting she was hallucinating. She lifted her spectacles, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the phone screen again.
After repeatedly confirming she had not misread it, she stared dumbfounded at the completely silent Class C below.
She found that everyone else's expressions were much the sa as hers.
Then, as if sharing a tacit understanding, the entire class turned their heads in unison to look at the blonde girl sitting in the back row.
It went without saying that they all knew who had made the suggestion.
"..."
Feeling the gaze of the entire class, the girl nad Aria Spencer felt no pressure at all. Instead, she puffed out her chest, crossed her arms, revealed her canine teeth, and asked,
"What? Why are you all looking at ?"
"..."
Everyone's mouths twitched stiffly, but not daring to say anything, they all turned back around.
The class official on the podium forced an awkward smile but still followed the procedure.
"Then, those who agree with this, um... Bomb Piggy... um, Park, please raise your hands."
Spencer imdiately raised her hand, but looking around, it seed there was no one else echoing her choice.
Seeing this, Spencer chose to pout, but she was not the least bit discouraged or depressed...
She simply watched the class official scan the room and nod before naturally lowering her hand.
"Alright, Piggy Park, two votes. So our highest-voted activity is the desk-and-chair roller coaster, we will be doing that then."
"Okay, everyone can leave if there is nothing else. Any further notices will be posted in the class group!"
However, after the class official spoke, Spencer was slightly taken aback.
'T-Two votes?'
'Soone else voted besides ?'
Although Spencer was a bit of an idiot and did not have ti to think, her instinct was as fast as lightning, making her instantly realize who that vote ca from.
So, she hurriedly turned her head to look at the seat one row over where An Le was sitting.
She saw An Le sitting with her back half-turned toward Spencer, making it impossible to see her exact expression, only the hand she had just lowered.
"..."
'Sure enough...'
'It really is An Le!'
'Could it be that An Le does not care about what happened before, so she chose to vote for ?!'
'Doesn't that an...'
Spencer chose to purse her lips and could not help but grow excited, her heart just as restless as the bustling class around her after hearing the class official's dismissal.
She flashed a sunny smile, hurriedly decided to stand up, and looked at An Le, wanting to call out to her like before,
"An—"
But before she could even finish speaking, An Le stood up with her school bag and other belongings, acting as if she had not done anything, and left without looking back.
Feeling that forgiveness dissipate like a mirage, Spencer froze dumbly in place, only able to watch An Le walk away briskly until she completely cut ties from her line of sight.
"..."
"And that is... that is roughly how it went."
Far Moon Academy, Club Instruction Building, Doujinshi Club Activity Room.
At this mont, Spencer spoke while lying spread-eagle on the blanket on the floor.
Her long blonde hair cascaded beneath her beautiful figure, making it look as if she were lying in a golden field of wheat swaying in the autumn breeze.
Because she was lying flat, her rather fitted T-shirt rolled up a bit, revealing her lower abdon with its faint v-line and defined navel, adding a touch of casual laziness.
However, in stark contrast to the wild, primal beauty of her body, her expression right now was extrely depressed.
Not only was she pouting high enough to reach the sky, but even her usually clear sky-blue eyes were filled with confusion.
Clearly, what just happened had dealt her a heavy blow.
"Hmm, is that so..."
Beside her, Yan Huan rested his chin on his hand as he listened to the whole story, his face pulling into a contorted face.
'Why does An Le's attitude toward Spencer feel a bit familiar?'
'Making Spencer overjoyed one mont, then driving her to the brink of depression the next...'
'Isn't this roller coaster of emotions, this heaven-and-hell dichotomy, the exact tactic I use to handle Ye Shiyu?'
'How did An Le beco entirely self-taught in this?'
'Good grief, treating my Spencer like Ye Shiyu, are we?'
"Ugh... Yan Huan, I really do not know what An Le is thinking at all. And to think I actually believed she wanted to reconcile with ..."
As she spoke, Spencer gripped her hair in agony, ssing up the strands until she looked like a ruffled kitten ready to get angry or ruffled.
But even that was not enough to vent her frustration, so she turned her head, threw her arms around Yan Huan's waist, and rubbed her face frantically against him in his arms.
"Snap!"
As a result, her hair rubbing against Yan Huan's clothes built up static electricity, giving her small face a sharp shock.
"Ouch!"
Startled, she clutched her cheek and sat up in a daze, turning her head to scan the surroundings as if suspecting Krampus, Santa Claus's mortal enemy, had secretly smacked her face with a branch from the shadows.
"Pfft."
That silly expression made Yan Huan unable to help but laugh. He reached out to pat her head as he pondered,
"Since An Le voted for you, it ans your relationship has not reached the point where you have cut ties completely. She must have the desire to reconcile with you too, right?"
Yes, Yan Huan did not think An Le was genuinely treating Spencer like Ye Shiyu.
After all, when she broke down and vented her emotions earlier, she had said it herself—she did not want to break off her friendship with Spencer.
Feeling Yan Huan patting her head, Spencer comfortably narrowed her eyes, but then rolled over in his arms and muttered,
"But, then why did she act like that just now? If she wants to reconcile with , she should just say it out loud..."
Hearing this, Yan Huan smiled slightly and asked in return,
"Well, you want to reconcile with her too. So why didn't you just call out to her and say it just now?"
"Um... that's..."
Spencer's little face scrunched up. She then turned her head away in distress, buried her face in Yan Huan's chest, and mumbled,
"...I am not telling you!" And that was exactly the situation.
There were so many convoluted things in this world. When not facing them, one could easily mock others, saying "you should just do this or that."
Only when it truly fell upon oneself did they realize "the words are in my heart, but too hard to speak."
"But since both of you fundantally want to reconcile, this will not be hard to handle. You are just lacking an opportunity."
"Huh?"
Spencer looked up again, her face full of doubt.
"An opportunity?"
"Yeah."
Yan Huan suddenly rembered sothing. Earlier, when he was in bed dispelling An Le's resentnt from Akihabara, she had ntioned that she went to Akihabara to participate in an event with Miyake Fufu.
Miyake Fufu's intention in inviting An Le was obvious: she wanted to continue collaborating with An Le and create works together in the future.
But at the ti, An Le had not agreed. After all, back then she had been fully prepared to drag the other Hosts down in mutual destruction, not even considering the future...
Now that those dark thoughts had been completely wiped away by Yan Huan's comforting, could not An Le be persuaded to reconsider the offer?
Besides, just because An Le had joined the faction fighting against the Modifiers did not an everything was perfectly fine.
The gaping hole in her heart had rely been temporarily blocked by Yan Huan. Conversely, Yan Huan was now everything to An Le.
To be regarded as everything by such a cute childhood sweetheart, it would be a lie to say Yan Huan was not secretly happy.
However, he also knew that pinning all one's emotional well-being onto a single person or thing was extrely dangerous.
If that pillar were to collapse, her whole world would violently shake once more.
Therefore, just like with the other Hosts, he had to give An Le more emotional anchors, more things to do...
For instance, picking up the manga drawing she had previously given up?
"I have got it, Aria!"
"Huh?"
"This is perfect. You like reading doujinshi, right? I will send you soone's Plane contact. It might just be the key to you and An Le reconciling."
"Woah!!"
Thinking this, Yan Huan quickly reached for his mobile phone on the table, preparing to send Miyake Fufu's Plane to Spencer.
Having Spencer handle this matter now was definitely better than him speaking to An Le directly.
However, just as he sent the Plane ssage to Spencer, a sudden commotion erupted outside the door.
"Wow, Vice President Sakuramiya, you are amazing!"
"So accurate..."
"As expected, did Sakuramiya learn this systematically at ho before? Why haven't we ever seen you use a bow and arrow until now..."
'Sakuramiya?'
Hearing that familiar na, Yan Huan quickly sat up and looked outside.
Spencer also did a swift carp's acrobatic jump, standing straight up in an instant, and glanced at the bustling doorway.
"Aria, what club is in the classroom opposite yours again?"
"Uh... I think it is called the Archery Club?"
'Archery Club?'
Yan Huan grew increasingly curious. He walked to the door, pulled it open, and looked toward the classroom across the corridor where the voices were coming from.
Behind him, Spencer let out a "heave-ho," hopped up to cling to his back, and quietly peeked her head out with him to look at the opposite room.
In the wide-open Archery Club classroom opposite them, many girls wearing chest guards and ceremonial garb were gathered around in astonishnt as Sakuramiya Hitomi slowly lowered her longbow.
It seed to be because she had just shot an excellent score with her bow and arrow.
'Sakuramiya knows archery?'
Yan Huan blinked, his face revealing his confusion.
It was not impossible.
After all, Sakuramiya hailed from a prestigious family in Sakura Country, and he already knew that old geezer Sakura Ji had given her a strict education since childhood. She very well might have learned this.
It was just that ever since enrolling, Sakuramiya had never participated in physical activities due to her poor health.
Let alone running 800 ters or joining sports clubs, she even sat on the sidelines throughout physical education classes. None of the teachers dared to cause trouble for her anyway.
How was she suddenly able to draw a bow and shoot arrows now?
"Not at all. I did learn it when I was a child back ho, but I thought it was too exhausting back then, so I dropped it..."
"I recently thought about it and felt it was a pity to abandon it. Plus, my health has improved quite a bit after taking so dicine lately, so I wanted to pick it back up."
Hearing this, Yan Huan frowned, turned his head to look at Spencer, and asked,
"Aria, is Sakuramiya telling the truth?"
"Huh?"
The next second, Spencer's eyes widened like brass bells as she scrutinized Sakuramiya Hitomi inside the venue.
Initially, she saw that the phantom image of the peacock behind her was highly distorted...
But when she spoke her second sentence, the peacock's image suddenly shifted and beca extrely solid.
Afterward, Spencer honestly told Yan Huan,
"The first sentence is true, but the second one is fake..."
'The second sentence is fake?'
'That ans what Sakuramiya told
earlier about "her body getting better after taking dicine" was a lie...'
'Makes sense. With Sakuramiya's naturally frail body, compounded by the side effects of her Modifier, how could she recover so well in just a few days?'
'That is even more effective than the Crab dicine.'
'So, if it is this miraculous, there is a high probability it is related to the Modifier, right?'
Currently, Yan Huan only knew she could open a Jiejiè and alter common sense within it. He knew absolutely nothing about the rest...
However, there was no need for him to guess right now anyway.
'I will just ask the Little Finger avatar residing in An Le when I head back tonight to compare notes with her.'
That white snake seed to know the abilities of all the Modifiers except Bai Yi's. Although he could not guarantee it would tell the truth a hundred percent of the ti, it was still better than risking his life to find out firsthand, right?
Recently, An Le's parents were both at the hospital and would not be returning at night, so An Le had been running over to Yan Huan's place every evening.
Perfect timing, there was also the main mission.
Which ant eliminating those two boxes of Infant Annihilators within 15 days.
But just as Yan Huan was thinking this, anticipating his eting with An Le tonight...
On his back, Spencer's golden hair suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden glow, as if it were charging with electricity.
Then, her blonde hair gradually stood on end, gathering into the shape of ox horns.
An invisible wave enveloped her. Subsequently, as if instinctively sensing danger, she glanced around in confusion.
Then, she happily tightened her arms around Yan Huan and suddenly said,
"Oh right, Yan Huan, can I go hang out at your house later?"
"Ah?"
Yan Huan blinked, his body abruptly stiffening.
He turned his head to look at the bright and sunny Spencer behind him and asked sowhat awkwardly,
"Why do you suddenly want to go to my house?"
"Um... I do not know either, but I just want to go..."
Hearing this, Yan Huan was stunned.
Only then did he realize in disbelief that her blonde hair was glowing extraordinarily bright.
Clearly, her Modifier had activated.
'Damn it, she is using a cheat!'
But as she spoke, Spencer's face flushed slightly, looking incredibly shy,
"I also want to eat at that barbecue place you took
to before... Because of what happened with An Le last ti, Mama took
away before I could even take a few bites..."
Looking at her greedy appearance, Yan Huan chose to swallow a mouthful of saliva, knowing in his heart that what she was craving was probably not as simple as just barbecue, right?
But the problem was...
An Le was also going to be there tonight!
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