Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 277: I'm Here to Join You

"Well, regarding this High Table Dinner at the end of the term for your broken-down school... where both teachers and students can participate, I think I roughly understand it.

"Not to brag, but I actually have an idea."

Saturday noon, inside a coffee shop on the Comrcial Street.

While eating a light al at the coffee shop, Yan Huan looked at the ssages sent by Sister Tong in the "Love Myau-chan TV" group chat on his mobile phone.

"..."

Looking at the ssage, the corner of Yan Huan's mouth stiffened slightly, and a faint premonition of bad luck rose in his heart.

He reached out, just about to send a "cat shaking head" sticker, when Sister Tong sent another sentence.

"Then just pick

as your dance partner! All your problems will be easily solved!"

"Clang."

The spoon in Yan Huan's hand dropped onto the plate, emitting a crisp sound.

'Picking you would be a guaranteed death sentence, Sister Tong.'

He helplessly picked up his phone, watching the screen refresh with new ssages.

An Le: "But mostly students attend the ball. If Xiao Huan dances with an older teacher, the other students will think it's even weirder..."

Tong Yingying: "Who are you calling older? (Smiley face)"

"Am I old? @Yan Huan"

"Hmm? @Yan Huan"

Seeing the heavy scent of gunpowder blowing in his face alongside the multiple ntions, Yan Huan's face could not help but darken.

'Whatever happened to twisting together like a rope, forming an unbreakable alliance to deal with the Modifiers together?'

Although An Le had beco much more cheerful under Yan Huan's careful nurturing, it seed she had also gained a bit of aggressiveness...

An Le was fully aware of the implications of a ball invitation, and considering so bastard had spread a rumor about him leading the dance, it was impossible for her not to know.

But over the past few nights when returning ho, An Le had not asked about it at all...

She had not even considered that she could be Yan Huan's dance partner.

It was just that if soone else beca his dance partner, she would also feel a bit unhappy.

For example, right now, she was secretly using words to poke at Tong Yingying's spine.

Yan Huan: "[Cat Thumbs Up]"

"Sister Tong is forever young, forever eighteen!"

An Le: "[Cat Thumbs Up]"

"Sister Tong is forever young, forever eighteen!"

Tong Yingying: "Heh heh."

Yan Huan picked up his spoon again and continued eating his lunch.

At the sa ti, he rapidly typed out a ssage with one hand.

Yan Huan: " leading the dance is purely a rumor. I don't know who started it.

"It's fine, I'll solve this.

"More importantly, I actually have sothing I need your help with, Sister Tong."

Tong Yingying: "You only think of

when you need help with sothing, right? (Smiley face)"

Yan Huan: "[Cat Innocent]"

"Absolutely not, Sister Tong! May the heavens be my witness and judge my loyalty!"

Tong Yingying: "Spit it out, and when you're done, co to the shop tonight for your part-ti job."

An Le: "[Cat Shy]"

Although these two used different words, it always felt like their anings were about the sa.

In the end, the one doing all the exhausting work was just Yan Huan.

"..."

A light sweat breaking out on his forehead, Yan Huan glanced at Myau-chan, who was blinking its big eyes on his shoulder. He sighed and said,

"Myau-chan, I misunderstood you before... It turns out that you, who kept secretly adding points to my Fertility, are a massively loyal subject!"

"ow?!"

After saying that, he ignored the wide-eyed Myau-chan and quickly got to the main point on his phone.

"Orders received, Sister Tong~

"It's like this. Isn't your friend, Nara, Sakuramiya's personal bodyguard?

"Could you please ask her if there's been anything strange about Sakuramiya lately? Also, this must be kept strictly confidential. Sakuramiya cannot know about it."

An Le had previously synced up her information with Yan Huan, and Tong Yingying was no idiot.

She knew Sakuramiya Hitomi was a Host, and since he was asking this way, there had to be a problem. So, she did not ask too much and just said she would contact Nara later to inquire.

After finishing all this, Yan Huan finally put down his phone, planning to quickly finish his lunch.

In total, he had not even spent five minutes eating this al.

Lately, he had been insanely busy. Every venue, every matter needed his attention.

Sakuramiya was currently suspected of having her body hijacked, Ye Shiyu needed to work on the Brocade, Spencer needed tutoring for her studies, and he also had to prepare an opportunity for Spencer and An Le to make up...

As for the rest—his academics and the miscellaneous matters of the Student Council—he could not even be bothered to bring them up.

On top of all that, he still had to deliver his nightly rations with fixed, high intensity...

All he could say was that even a superhero would have his red warning light flashing under this pressure.

Just as Yan Huan was devouring his food, a conversation sound from the side suddenly attracted his attention.

"What's going on? Soone actually walked off with a shovel?"

"I'm sorry, manager. A student ca to borrow it earlier and said they'd return it this afternoon, but there's still no word. I wonder if they forgot..."

"Tsk, how annoying. These little brats really have no manners."

'A shovel?'

Yan Huan turned his head to look, spotting two distressed people standing in front of an unfinished greenbelt.

He instantly recalled sothing and asked aloud,

"Excuse , was the person who borrowed the shovel a girl with black-and-pink gradient hair?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! She was an especially cute and elegant girl! Have you seen that shovel? Where is it now?"

"...Alright, wait a mont, I'll bring it back for you. That girl is a good friend of mine. I apologize on her behalf; she must have been too busy and forgot."

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine. Just return the shovel to us."

After saying that, Yan Huan finished his al in two bites, wiped his mouth, and got up to leave, heading in the direction of the Equipnt Room.

He had seen that shovel in there previously.

"Click."

Before long, he arrived at the door of the Equipnt Room and pushed it open.

Inside the room, aside from a few items that had shifted positions after being returned from class, the rest of the layout remained mostly unchanged.

Especially the large stacked mats in the very back; unless there was a special large-scale event, basically no one ever used them.

"..."

Yan Huan swept his gaze over the room, then moved his feet toward the depths of the room where Sakuramiya Hitomi had previously retrieved the shovel.

Sure enough, the shovel was still standing upright behind the mats, completely unnoticed by anyone else.

Yan Huan lifted the shovel with one hand, but the mont it was picked up, an item underneath it caught his attention.

That was...

A na tag with the word "Frail" written on it.

He had seen this na tag earlier when Sakuramiya tripped over nothing, but right now, the na tag was covered in bloodstains and dust.

Staring at the eye-catching bloodstains on it, Yan Huan could not help but frown.

He reached out, picked up the na tag, and patted the dust off it.

It was precisely this dust-patting motion that coincidentally caused the na tag to flip over, revealing the text on its back.

"Birth Certificate"

"Ti of Birth: Heisei 21, January 1st, 2:48 PM"

"Birth Record: Premature birth, infant severely underweight"

This seed to be a birth certificate from Sakura Country, but all the text below it had already beco completely blurred.

Replacing it, however, were several lines of blood-red text:

"Hello, unknown Sakuramiya. I am Frail Sakuramiya, and this is my Reality Barrier located inside the school's Equipnt Room.

"By the ti you see these words, I must already be dead. These words will only unlock twenty-four hours after my death.

"Whichever Sakuramiya reads this text, please keep this birth certificate safe. It can open the 'Delivery Room' located at the highest layer of all the Reality Barriers.

"Through the Delivery Room, you can find the true location of 'her' Reality Barrier. Please be extrely careful. You absolutely must not lose this item, otherwise...

"Now, run!"

Staring at those two incredibly blood-red words reading "run" at the very bottom, Yan Huan's frown deepened.

But at this mont, a short distance behind him, a female voice suddenly echoed faintly,

"President, what are you doing?"

"!!"

Yan Huan's pupils shrank. In a flash, with the speed of lightning, he threw the birth certificate onto the ground and hurriedly sat on it to avoid being discovered.

Suppressing the discomfort of Goosebumps erupting all over his body, he looked back with sweat dotting his forehead...

He saw Yurianna wearing an innocent smile, standing a short distance behind the mats, grinning foolishly at him. In her hand, she carried a bag of oranges freshly bought from the Comrcial Street.

Behind her, several girls wearing athletic wear followed.

They had co to grab equipnt for their afternoon physical education class.

Because of the angle, she could actually only see the head of the crouching Yan Huan; she could not see what he was doing at all.

That was why she had asked out of pure curiosity.

But seeing Yan Huan react so strongly, she surprisingly got frightened and panicked instead.

"P-President, what's wrong? Don't scare ?!"

"..."

Panting, Yan Huan stared blankly at Yurianna, who had been spooked by his own commotion. The mont a heavy burden lifted from his heart, his face also turned extrely dark.

"Yurianna!!"

"Eh, eh, eh?! Why is the President angry?!"

Yurianna clutched her chest, blinking her bright and sparkling eyes in complete innocence.

Yan Huan grumpily slipped the birth certificate hidden under him into his pocket. He grabbed the shovel and walked out, reaching into her plastic bag to grab the biggest orange.

"This orange belongs to

now. Compensation for emotional damage."

Yan Huan declared domineeringly. "Damn it! I spent a long ti picking out that biggest one! President, I'm not playing with you anymore!!"

"How many tis have you eaten my fruit bowls before? Hmm?"

Hearing this, Yurianna's eyes instantly darted around. She rubbed the back of her head, imdiately changing her tune.

"Hehehe, I was just kidding. The President and I are the best of friends in the whole world~

"Here, President, eat more oranges. They're super nutritious!"

The corner of Yan Huan's mouth stiffened, and he was speechless for a long ti.

"..."

"Mhm..."

Afternoon, at the Doujinshi Society.

Yan Huan frowned as he stared at the birth certificate in his hand, pondering the extrely rich information it contained.

Sure enough, the Sakuramiya who had tripped over thin air that day was Frail Sakuramiya.

And the one who showed up later was an impersonation by the Sakuramiya he now interacted with daily.

Frail Sakuramiya...

Dead...

The mont these two words surfaced, Yan Huan imdiately made a connection...

Could it be that precisely because Frail Sakuramiya died, the current Sakuramiya was able to leave the Reality Barrier and beco so physically healthy?

If that was the case, another question imdiately followed:

If Sakuramiya's persona died, what would happen to Sakuramiya's Main Body?

"..."

But at the end of the day, Yan Huan had figured out a lot about the current situation.

First, the everyday Sakuramiya right now was indeed an alter persona.

This could be inferred from Frail Sakuramiya's ntion of "my Reality Barrier" and "her Reality Barrier."

Because according to Little Finger, the Main Body could completely control all Reality Barriers, so she would be unlikely to phrase it that way.

Alright, since that was the case, then the question was:

Where did Sakuramiya's Main Body go?

Second, the current persona seed to be hunting down the other personas representing negative aspects.

Even though Little Finger had said that these personas would absolutely never act against Sakuramiya's interests.

Furthermore, Sakuramiya's physical condition improving seed to be a good thing...

But looking at the birth certificate stained with patches of blood, Yan Huan still felt a deep sense of unease right now.

'Sakuramiya, where exactly did you go?'

Yan Huan felt a bit annoyed, but he still carefully tucked away the birth certificate, exactly as Frail Sakuramiya had requested.

Afterward, he lifted his eyes to look at Spencer, who was wrinkling her small face while doing her howork right in front of him.

"Mhm... this question..."

She lay on her stomach on the cushioned Tatami Mat. Her feet, wrapped in white socks, kicked up behind her, swaying back and forth in rhythm with her thoughts.

It seed that doing this helped her think of the answers.

"Alright, done!"

A few seconds later, she solemnly wrote down the answer at the end of the test paper.

Then, her eyes lit up slightly. She held up the paper, rolled several tis across the Tatami Mat, and rolled right toward Yan Huan.

It was not until her head bumped into Yan Huan's thigh that she flipped over, lying flat to look up at him.

"Look, Yan Huan, I finished! Check it!"

Looking at the incredibly cute Spencer beside him, Yan Huan's anxious heart was finally sowhat relieved.

He reached out and took Spencer's howork, scanning it a few tis to search for the correct answers amidst the illegible writing.

Although there were still mistakes, it was already incomparably better than before.

"You've improved, Aria."

"Yay!"

Hearing this, she imdiately straightened her limbs in joy. While cheering, she rolled over once more, scrambled behind Yan Huan, and hugged his waist.

The next second, a burst of soft sensation pressed against his back.

Yan Huan froze slightly. Turning his head, he saw that Spencer, as if mountain climbing, had already comfortably rested her head on his shoulder, though her hands were still wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Yan Huan, I want to play on your phone. Hand it to ~"

Yan Huan smiled faintly and handed her the mobile phone from the table.

And so, maintaining this sowhat inconvenient posture, she rested the phone in Yan Huan's arms and started playing Angry Little Pigs.

"Ah, heinia!"

Once she started playing on the phone, Spencer relaxed even further. She even spread her legs, wrapping them around Yan Huan's waist and resting them on his thighs.

That was already enough, but she was still restless. She swayed her legs up and down, occasionally stepping on the inside of Yan Huan's Calf...

"..."

This rather compromised position was innocent on the part of the one doing it, but highly stimulating for the one experiencing it.

Yan Huan sowhat unnaturally diverted his gaze and senses away from her fragrant body, forcing them onto the phone screen, focusing on the fat red pig soaring into the sky via the Slingshot.

Yet no matter what, he just could not pull his attention away.

As if possessed, he did not even know why he opened his mouth.

But regardless, he spoke in a husky voice.

"Aria, do you know how to dance?"

"Huh? Nope. I learned before, but I couldn't get it at all. morizing all those moves is too much of a hassle, hehe."

While playing the ga, Spencer lightly swayed her head against Yan Huan's shoulder.

First to the left, then to the right.

Consequently, her long blonde hair brushed against his short black hair, coming near and drifting away. Their earlobes seemingly shared intimate kisses before reluctantly parting.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Yan Huan suddenly turned his head to look at her.

Just as she happened to turn her head as well, his lips lightly brushed against her Earlobe in a kiss.

"Uwu... that tickles..."

Instantly, the entire right half of Spencer's face flinched as if electrocuted, and her eyes narrowed slightly in comfort.

"Then, do you know about the High Table Dinner?"

After everything, she looked at Yan Huan in confusion,

"High Table Dinner? What's that?"

Looking at her innocent expression, Yan Huan could not help but laugh out loud.

"...It's nothing."

"Oh."

She did not feel annoyed either, simply turning her head back cheerfully to focus on her ga.

"Tap-tap... tap."

But as she was playing, her ears suddenly twitched.

Before Yan Huan had any reaction, she looked toward the door and said,

"Soone's coming, Yan Huan."

"Ah?"

Yan Huan blinked, then throwing caution to the wind, he quickly scrambled out of Spencer's arms. To prevent a repeat of Spencer's Modifier acting up again, he stood up and said,

"I'll go take a look..."

"Okay!"

But just as he stood up and walked toward the door, it opened.

From outside, Sakuramiya Hitomi gracefully walked in, wearing a spring high school uniform set.

"President. Classmate Spencer."

She blinked, revealed a beautiful smile, and greeted them.

It had to be said that Yan Huan had been tornted to the point of developing a sixth sense for murder. Springing into action so preemptively was truly far-sighted; otherwise, it would have been just like last ti—caught completely red-handed.

However...

The current Sakuramiya was different from the real Sakuramiya...

Realizing this, Yan Huan remained highly vigilant, shoving the birth certificate even deeper into his pocket.

At the sa ti, he put on his Expression Managent Mask to avoid showing any flaws.

"President, are you... tutoring Classmate Spencer in her studies?"

Before him, Sakuramiya glanced at the various assignnts scattered on the table and asked Yan Huan with a smile.

Yan Huan nodded, admitting,

"Yeah. If she fails again at the End of Term, she's still going to get expelled."

"Is that so..."

Sakuramiya Hitomi scrutinized Yan Huan's smile, a faint trace of doubt involuntarily dancing in the depths of her eyes.

"Ugh, what are you here for?"

On the Tatami Mat, Spencer crossed her arms, looking at Sakuramiya Hitomi with evident displeasure.

Obviously. It happened just like this last ti too.

Recently, Spencer had also been busy with all sorts of things—studying, planning how to make up with An Le, and so on. As a result, she did not get much alone ti with Yan Huan, and she had not gotten many kisses either.

Over the past week, she had finally managed to get two happy opportunities to be alone with him, only for both to be interrupted by the sudden appearance of Sakuramiya Hitomi.

Having it happen twice in a row, Spencer would have to be a Divine Person not to get angry.

"Oh my, there's actually no need for you to be angry, Classmate Spencer..."

Sakuramiya Hitomi covered her mouth with a smile, speaking so amiably.

"Huh?"

"..."

Not only was Spencer slightly stunned, but even Yan Huan realized she had more to say, so he also looked at her.

Speaking of which, it seed that every one of Sakuramiya's personas represented sothing, which was why each had a special na...

So what exactly did this Sakuramiya persona—The Cuckoo Occupying the Magpie's Nest—represent?

Yan Huan pondered this thought.

Then, the Sakuramiya Hitomi in front of them rested her chin on her hand, looked at Spencer, and continued,

"Because I'm not here to interrupt you, I'm here to join you."