Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 67: Being Ostracized Was Her Fate

“……”

In the cramped stall of the n's restroom, Yan Huan’s gaze reflected Aria Spencer’s strikingly pink face.

Her appearance was naturally sharp and aggressive, a bold contrast to the softer features of Eastlanders. The striking contours of her face gave off a complex aura—one that balanced both danger and beauty.

But as the saying goes, “the finishing touch brings a dragon to life.”

Now that he was up close, Yan Huan suddenly felt that Spencer was like a ferocious dragon that a painter had accidentally given the dull eyes of an ox.

Her expression and gaze always carried a certain… stupidity.

Of course, it was a very clear and pure kind of stupidity.

Her face was like an inverted seascape—

Her fair skin was the pristine white sand surrounding the crystal-clear ocean—her eyes.

The ocean mirrored the drifting white clouds—her straight, pearl-white teeth.

And within those clouds, half-hidden, was a bashful, scarlet sun—her teasingly concealed tongue.

Yan Huan’s throat moved slightly.

Ordinarily, such a subtle movent would go unnoticed.

But in this confined space, it was glaringly obvious.

And Spencer saw it.

Her wide blue eyes tracked the motion of his throat, shifting ever so slightly in sync.

To her, Yan Huan’s movent felt like the sound of a gun being cocked, its barrel aid directly at her.

Her expression imdiately shifted to panic, her fists instinctively clenching.

She looked ready to swing her “invincible iron fist” at the slightest sign of trouble.

She tried to step back, but the toilet behind her blocked her retreat.

Now, with no way forward and no way back, her body was once again pressed against Yan Huan’s.

Then, in the next second—

She felt sothing against her stomach.

Her eyes drifted downward.

Then, in an instant, she recoiled in shock and snapped her gaze back up at Yan Huan.

Look up. Look down. Confirm.

Look up again. Look down again. Double confirm.

Her gaze, darting up and down, seed to be tracing the outline of sothing.

And then, all of a sudden—

“!!”

Her entire face flushed crimson, her lips even starting to tremble.

She looked so startled she might just astral project out of her body.

But just as her mind went blank, teetering on the edge of passing out—

A strange feeling bubbled up within her.

It was excitent.

Like she had won so kind of mysterious, inexplicable victory.

With trembling hands, she covered her mouth, her face still burning red.

Then, with an unmistakable look of mockery, she actually let out a chuckle—

“Pfft~”

Yan Huan’s face instantly darkened.

THUD!

He raised his hand and delivered a swift flick to Spencer’s forehead, making her yelp in pain and clutch her head.

“Argh! You bastard!”

She glared up at him, furious and indignant, demanding an explanation—

But Yan Huan had already swung the bathroom stall door open, straightened his clothes, and stepped outside.

His sharp profile looked slightly stiff, his expression clearly not in a good mood.

Yan Huan glared at her coldly, furrowing his brows.

“Next ti you pull sothing that increases the risk of getting Sakura involved, our agreent is off.”

Spencer, however, wasn’t the least bit angry.

Instead, she looked like she had just discovered a brand-new toy.

Her face still tinged with red, she walked right up to Yan Huan, staring up at him with a mischievous smirk.

“For all that big talk, your body sure is honest, huh, President Yan~”

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly upward, locking eyes with him before letting out a low giggle.

Then, she whispered—

“Zaku~” (Worthless small fry~)

“?”

Fist. Clenched.

Yan Huan held back the urge to punch her.

This damn woman—she was shockingly weak in this area yet acted like reading one “sacred text” instantly made her a master.

And yet, when it ca down to it—

She was still as blank as a sheet of paper.

Was she embarrassed?

Absolutely.

But Yan Huan’s reaction amused her.

More than anything, she felt victorious—like a child playing with a new toy, taunting him just to see his reaction.

It made him want to teach her a proper lesson.

If only he weren’t physically outmatched...

As much as he hated to admit it, their little contest in the stall had made one thing glaringly clear—

He was no match for her strength-wise.

If she had wanted to, she could have broken free at any mont.

She was more stubborn than a bull.

Just you wait.

Once he trained up, he would make her pay.

At that mont, Yan Huan’s resolve to hit the gym hit an all-ti high.

Faced with Spencer’s smug, teasing expression, he didn’t even bother replying.

He simply turned and walked away.

Only when he was gone did Spencer finally let out a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart.

Thump…

It was just like in the manga.

So guys really do react like that?

So…

So fascinating.

Spencer swallowed hard, then hurried after Yan Huan, following him towards Room L502.

As she watched him go, the intensity in his gaze from earlier had faded into indifference.

She pouted.

What a fake goody-goody.

He acted all cool and composed on the outside, but in private, wasn’t he just—

“Zaku~”

Spencer pouted again, muttering the word under her breath.

...

Inside Classroom L502, Ye Shiyu pondered over what Ying Gong Tong had just told her.

"...If Spencer doesn’t join the Track and Field Club and help them win the Club Competition, she will definitely be expelled.

Principal Hers took money from Golden Lion Group to pave the way for her. Adjusting the rules and pulling strings—these are underhanded tactics, nothing that can’t be countered.

But more importantly, he specifically spoke with Owen, the president of the Track and Field Club, to reserve a few extra slots for the team.

However, as far as I know, Owen never promised that those slots had to go to Spencer."

"Senior Ye, do you understand what I an?"

Sitting at her desk, Ye Shiyu fell into deep thought. She glanced around at her classmates, who were already engaged in lively conversations.

Many of the students in the "Go-Ho Club" either had good social circles or ca from families that knew each other.

So, even without Ying Gong Tong, Yan Huan, and the others present, they had no trouble quickly finding clubs to join.

Only the outsiders—students who had transferred in, or those who were socially isolated—sat awkwardly at the edges of the room, unsure of what to do.

"Hey, isn’t that Zuo Chuan?"

"Oh, I almost forgot—you’re part of the Go-Ho Club too!"

Ye Shiyu’s gaze followed the voices.

A few girls had approached a chubby, gloomy-looking boy sitting near the classroom’s edge.

"Ah… yeah, um, I…"

The boy seed startled as soon as he saw them.

"Do you want to join our club?"

"Huh?"

His anxious expression imdiately brightened in surprise.

"You an… I can?"

"Pfft!"

"Of course... not!" One of the girls giggled.

"Zuo Chuan, joining our club ans buying an expensive dance outfit~"

"Yeah! And you took forever to pay your class fees last ti. Plus, our club is all girls—you actually thought…?"

"Ew, gross~"

The girls chuckled, their voices light and cheerful, but their words dripped with malice.

"Wh-what… why…"

“……”

Ye Shiyu looked away—not because she was indifferent, but because the classroom door suddenly opened.

Standing in the doorway was Ying Gong Tong.

Their eyes t briefly before Ying Gong Tong smiled.

"Alright, everyone, please take your seats. Club recruitnt is about to begin. Let's try to finish before class starts!"

"Okay~"

Ye Shiyu glanced once more in Zuo Chuan’s direction.

By now, the girls had walked away, leaving him alone, his head lowered, lost in thought.

This wasn’t a widespread issue, but in a school like this, there were always a few students who ended up like him.

Click—

Not long after the club recruitnt event began, the door opened again.

Standing outside was Yan Huan.

"President!"

"President~"

Regardless of grade level, students greeted him enthusiastically.

Alongside the greetings ca whispers, mostly among the girls, who exchanged excited glances and hushed giggles.

It was obvious—the topic of discussion was the handso boy at the door.

Ye Shiyu’s fingers tensed slightly, intertwining.

She had been about to suppress that feeling, but then—

Yan Huan walked toward the Student Council’s seating area and sat down.

And right behind him, entering with hands in her pockets, was a blonde-haired girl.

Unlike Yan Huan, her reception was much colder.

"Is that her?"

"Yeah, did you hear what Shu Wen said earlier?"

"I did… she thinks she can do whatever she wants just because she’s rich. Even got into a fight…"

"It's not like the other girl even did anything that bad… What a psycho."

The waves of hostility rippled through the room, strong enough that even Yan Huan noticed.

Yet, Spencer acted like she was used to it.

Completely unfazed, she swaggered in, first throwing a aningful glance at Yan Huan, then making her way to the back of the room.

She plopped down next to An Le, who looked at her with concern.

"Spencer, which club are you joining?"

"? I think… the Track and Field Club or sothing?"

Her AI had relayed the conversation between her mother and Principal Hers—that seed to be the arrangent.

But Spencer hadn’t paid much attention and didn’t rember the details.

Now that she was beside An Le, however, another thought ca to mind.

Earlier, she had sealed that ‘Five-Ti Deal’ with Yan Huan.

If she really succeeded—if she transford Yan Huan and took him away from Ying Gong Tong—it would feel a bit… unfair to An Le.

An Le liked Yan Huan the most.

Though Spencer didn’t understand why, she knew An Le was hopelessly into him.

Hmm… but on second thought—she had always planned to give Yan Huan to An Le in the end.

An Le had no chance against Ying Gong Tong, so she was never going to win him in the first place.

If Spencer helped her get him—even if it ant breaking him a little, even if it was just for a short while—wasn’t that better than nothing?

At that thought, Spencer's ntal burden vanished entirely.

Instead, she looked up at the smiling, handso boy at the front and suddenly grinned mischievously.

"Hey, An Le," she murmured. "How about I help you get Yan Huan?"

"Eh? H-help ?"

An Le’s face instantly flushed red, and she instinctively waved her hands, trying to refuse.

But Spencer turned to face her, studying her expression carefully.

"You," Spencer remarked, "are not as good-looking as , but you're passable.

But your personality is way too weak—you don’t have what it takes to win him.

"More importantly, your family situation is just average.

"This school is full of rich girls.

"Yan Huan is super popular—if he really wanted a girlfriend, those girls wouldn’t hesitate to spoil him rotten.

"Just one of their gifts would be worth your entire year’s allowance."

An Le’s blush faded, her face turning paler and paler.

She bit her lip, unable to find the words to refute her.

Even before reuniting with Yan Huan, she had always known this was the reality.

This school was filled with people who were better and richer than her.

Even after reconnecting with Yan Huan, she still felt like she couldn’t compete.

She had always known her own feelings for him.

But if all she could ever be was his "childhood friend