"Boom!"
As Yan Huan walked down the corridor, his pupils contracted suddenly, and a strange sensation rushed through him. A powerful current seed to surge up his spine, shooting directly to his brain. His mind blanked out for a mont, and his body softened involuntarily.
"Ugh!"
Huh? What was that? Could there really be... another expert?
Yan Huan staggered, nearly collapsing to the floor. At the last mont, he managed to catch himself by pressing a hand against the wall. Even so, his hand tingled uncomfortably, as if sinking into cotton, forcing him to withdraw quickly.
"Hah... hah... hah..." He panted heavily, his body trembling slightly. That sensation just now… it was overwhelmingly intense. If it weren’t for his resistance dampening most of it…
Hiss! He couldn’t even imagine.
Despite his resistance, the feedback was still intense. Looking down instinctively, he…
"Mr. Niu, the teacher didn’t call you—why did you stand up to answer the question?"
"Because I’m kind."
Yan Huan gasped as a cool breeze brushed against his face, the chill bringing him back to his senses. He realized his forehead was already drenched in sweat.
The Modifier... Could this be the effect of the fourth Modifier?
"Yan Huan..."
At that mont, ow-chan appeared beside him, her expression filled with concern.
"Are you okay?"
"I’m fine. Just... hiss..." The lingering sensation returned like a tide, not reaching a peak but impossible to resist.
Bent over, Yan Huan warily scanned his surroundings, but the corridor was eerily quiet. There wasn’t a single soul in sight.
"The fourth Modifier’s host is in our school too, but I didn’t see where she was..."
"Wait, ow, it seems like the resistance I gave you was partially bypassed," ow-chan explained anxiously.
"Bypassed?" Yan Huan was incredulous.
"Yes," ow-chan said hurriedly. "The resistance only worked at 70% capacity. This Modifier has a very unique characteristic—it seems capable of partially ignoring resistance, which is why you’re feeling this way..."
You’ve got penetration effects?!
Yan Huan bent over, montarily speechless. Even more troubling was his choice of attire—loose, black pants, particularly conspicuous today.
anwhile, "Mr. Niu" continued its stubborn rebellion, refusing to settle down, seemingly entering "Gundam mode."
The sudden, unseen attack left Yan Huan no ti to identify the culprit. Worse still, faint voices echoed from the staircase.
"Hehe, Ying Gong, when can I visit your house to see that cat again?"
It was You Anlina!
"Mm, iyue’s almost recovered. How about this weekend?"
And Ying Gong Tong!
"Saturday? I’ll drop by!"
"Not Sunday?"
"Sunday, I’m heading to the Linn gaming expo. It’s a huge event—super fun. Ying Gong, want to co along?"
"Um, I’ll think about it."
"Don’t even think about it! Every ti you say that, it’s a no-show! Plus, I heard Yaqiao and the president are going too. Didn’t they tell you?"
"...Really?"
Damn. Ying Gong Tong and You Anlina were coming back!
Yan Huan checked his phone in a panic. He’d missed the group chat notifications since he’d set them to silent.
Ying Gong: "President, we’ll be back shortly to discuss the upcoming club competition."
The problem? In his current state, he absolutely couldn’t let them see him. If anyone in the Student Council found out, his presidency might be over.
Hiding in the restroom seed like a good option—waiting for "Mr. Niu" to calm down. Unfortunately, the corridor leading to the top floor restroom was the only path available.
This ant he’d inevitably run into Ying Gong Tong and You Anlina ascending the stairs.
The only choice was to stay hidden at the corner until they entered the Student Council office and shut the door, giving him a chance to slip away.
Yan Huan crouched, leaning against the cool tiles to lower his body temperature.
Be good, "Mr. Niu," behave!
But "Mr. Niu" refused to comply, ignoring all his pleas.
Ying Gong Tong, wearing a Western-style dress, and the bouncy You Anlina reached the top floor and soon arrived at the office door.
Ying Gong gently knocked, her elegant fingers tapping lightly.
"President, we’re back."
"......"
No response.
You Anlina tilted her head. "Is the president not here?"
She grabbed the doorknob with a playful "heave-ho," opening the door to reveal the empty office.
"Not here! Maybe the president went to the restroom. Let’s wait for them here."
You Anlina plopped onto the leather sofa, but Ying Gong Tong remained cautious. Always intrigued by Yan Huan’s actions, she couldn’t let it go so easily. Even if he went to the restroom, she needed to investigate.
Her eyes glimred, and instead of entering the office, she activated her Room Barrier to review the surveillance footage.
On the screen, Yan Huan sat at his desk reviewing docunts.
Then ca loud, rude knocks at the door—clearly soone kicking it.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"Who’s there?"
"The president spoke calmly.
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