Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 68: I’ll Make You Fly!

Hua Zhaofeng was the son of the director of a snack factory under Linn.

Throughout his life, there wasn’t much about him that stood out. Academically average, athletically average, even his looks were just… average.

Fortunately, his family was well-off. If he ever wanted sothing, his parents would do their best to provide.

But ever since high school, one thing had been weighing on his mind.

He was still a virgin X-man.

Damn it! Everyone around him was falling in love, yet he hadn’t even held a girl’s hand!

It was painful.

There were plenty of students wealthier and more powerful than him.

There were also those who were better looking—like Yan Huan, the Student Council President, who was practically a living work of art.

That said, he wasn’t completely without hope when it ca to dating.

The problem was, Hua Zhaofeng had high standards. He only liked beautiful girls—he was extrely picky about appearances.

Even those who looked as average as he did? Not good enough.

But the true campus beauties? Way out of his league. None of them would even spare him a glance.

So, Hua Zhaofeng resorted to the dumbest thod possible.

Simping.

By lowering himself and catering to a young lady’s every whim, he could fulfill their need to be adored and, in turn, beg for their affection.

It didn’t have to be Pu Shuwen specifically—any gorgeous girl would do.

But so far, only Pu Shuwen entertained his advances.

She strung him along, gave him just enough hope to keep him hooked, and he licked her boots even harder.

And this ti was no different.

Heh heh, Shuwen got hit by that Spencer girl. If I stand up for her, she’ll definitely be grateful.

“Wow, Zhaofeng, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would’ve done without you!”

“Heh heh, no need to be polite… Um, Shuwen, actually, I’ve liked you for a long ti. Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Huh? Umm…”

She’d definitely blush, twirl a strand of her black hair around her finger, and shyly nod.

"Actually… I’ve liked you for a long ti too.”

Then, they’d be together.

Hand-holding, hugging—no problem at all.

And as for kissing and getting to ho base…

Hua Zhaofeng was already picturing himself scoring, completely devouring Pu Shuwen.

His mind wandered through childhood mories, the present mont, and a blissful future…

And yet, despite his excitent, a sudden doubt crept in.

Wait—

Why does this feel like a life-flashing-before-my-eyes mont?

Am I…?

The instant realization struck, his mind went blank.

A sharp pain exploded in his skull, snapping him out of his daydream like a jolt of lightning.

He finally noticed he was lying on the floor, a wooden desk pinning him down.

“Huh? What…?”

“AAAAAHHHH!”

Screams erupted around him.

Horrified, he glanced at the desk crushing him.

Just now…

Did I almost… die?!

That’s terrifying…

“Hua, are you okay?”

“I… wuuuh…”

His classmates rushed over, lifting the desk off him.

The pain was so intense that he completely lost his dignity—tears stread down his face.

anwhile, Pu Shuwen was so scared her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

She stared blankly at the girl in the back row—one foot propped up on a chair, sneering.

Spencer.

Spencer pointed at both Pu Shuwen and the groaning Hua Zhaofeng, then bellowed:

"Did I give you two too much face?! You’ve been bullying An Le all this ti, thinking no one would put you in your place, huh?!"

"Pu Shuwen! Get over here right now! Say it to my face—did you or did you not bully An Le?”

“Ugh… I… I’m not going over there…”

Pu Shuwen had never faced anything like this before.

She thought that with so many classmates around, plus the Student Council present, Spencer wouldn’t dare act out.

But who would’ve thought—

Spencer had just launched a whole desk from the back row to the front.

Thank god it hit the thick-skinned Hua Zhaofeng. If it had landed on her, she’d be covered in bruises by now!

Tears stread down her face as she cowered in fear.

More importantly, her reaction to Spencer’s accusation made it obvious to anyone with a brain—she was guilty as hell.

Even so, one girl furrowed her brows.

She slamd a hand on her desk, stood up, and marched toward Spencer.

"Spencer! This is too much! This is a school! Are you so kind of brainless animal?! You can’t just resort to violence over every little thing!"

"Even if Pu Shuwen and An Le had issues, it should be handled by the Student Council, the Disciplinary Committee, or the teachers! Who gave you the right to hit people?!"

Pu Shuwen’s eyes lit up with hope.

She turned to look at the girl who spoke up.

“Rita…”

Clearly, they were on good terms.

But Spencer rely shot a glance at the self-righteous Rita, then—

SLAM!

She smacked the table so hard that everyone covered their ears, including Rita.

“You—”

"If you’re gonna take sides, just admit it! Stop pretending to be all neutral and fair!"

"If the Student Council, the Disciplinary Committee, or the teachers actually did their damn jobs, would I even need to step in?!"

"Say another word, and I’ll slap you too!"

“Ugh…”

Spencer raised her hand, stepping toward Rita.

Terrified, Rita paled and sank into her seat.

Beside her, a burly male student stood up, face dark with anger.

He positioned himself in front of Rita, rolled up his sleeves, and spoke in a low voice:

“Spencer! Quit making baseless accusations! I know exactly what kind of people Pu Shuwen and Rita are. But that An Le—she’s just an outsider—”

Before he could finish, Spencer’s face darkened even further.

With a sudden movent, she slamd her palm down onto the desk in front of her.

BANG!

In the stunned silence, the wooden desk snapped in half.

The male student turned pale.

He hadn’t expected a girl to have such insane strength.

"Holy sh*t… you…"

"Of course you know what kind of person Pu Shuwen is! Because you’re the sa damn type as her!"

The burly male student flushed red with anger but was clearly rattled.

"You—"

He wanted to say sothing but was terrified that Spencer would actually lay hands on him.

He prided himself on his strength, but even he doubted he could break a wooden desk with his bare hands—let alone withstand a blow from soone who could.

The other students who had initially wanted to step up hesitated as well.

"If even Senior Fu from the Martial Arts Club won’t step in..."

"Soone, go call security..."

"She’s a total maniac."

Ying Gong Tong furrowed her brows and turned to Yan Huan.

But she found him standing there with his arms crossed, expressionless, his gaze fixed on An Le, who remained silent beside Spencer.

She pursed her lips, then turned to the dazed Yaqiao Mu.

"Yaqiao, go get security."

"Huh? Oh… okay! I'll go right now!"

Yan Huan neither approved nor stopped them.

At the back of the classroom, Spencer’s dark, nacing gaze swept across the room, making everyone shrink back in fear.

She raised a finger and pointed at them, her cold sneer sending chills down their spines.

"You people think you're so damn high and mighty, huh? You think I’m like those kids you look down on, who just take your sh*t and never fight back? You think I’m scared of you and your little cliques?"

Hearing this, the outcast students—those who had been repeatedly shunned by various school clubs—couldn’t help but lift their heads and look at Spencer.

anwhile, the students who had been laughing and chatting earlier were now as pale as ghosts.

One girl, who had a gentle deanor, stepped forward and tried to calm Spencer down.

"Spencer, can you please just take a deep breath? This is for your own good. Even if Pu Shuwen and An Le had their issues, we can always talk things out, right?"

"Yeah..."

"There's no need to make this a big deal..."

When reasoning didn't work, they tried playing the nice guy.

But what they didn’t know was—Spencer didn’t give a damn about their tactics.

At this point, if anyone dared to step forward, she’d send them flying.

And sure enough, the mont the gentle girl spoke—

Spencer’s cold gaze locked onto her.

Then, without hesitation, she grabbed the chair behind her with one hand and casually lifted it.

She curled a finger at the girl.

"What's your na? Co here. Let’s ‘talk it out.’"

"Ugh..."

The sheer intimidation made the girl retreat behind her classmates in fear.

By now, L502 classroom was a total wreck.

Everyone else was frozen in place like a bunch of helpless little chicks, too scared to move.

"Alright. Stop."

A voice rang out from behind.

Everyone turned to the one person they could count on—the strikingly handso young man sitting in his seat.

"Yan Huan..."

"She’s completely out of control!"

"Yeah! The Student Council is right here, and she still dares to act like this?!"

Spencer pressed her lips together, gripping the chair in her hand but refraining from lashing out at the boy.

An Le fidgeted anxiously, staying close to Spencer while sneaking worried glances at Yan Huan.

"Um… Xiao—uh, I an, President… Spencer, she..."

Yan Huan raised a hand, cutting off An Le mid-sentence.

His indifferent gaze swept over the room before he spoke.

"Security is on the way. Injured students, go to the infirmary. If you’re not hurt, return to your seats and resu class."

Then, his sharp eyes landed on Spencer.

"Aria Spencer, stay here. Don’t move."

Spencer clicked her tongue in annoyance, looking like she was about to argue. But before she could, Yan Huan’s piercing gaze t hers.

"You had the guts to hit people. What, afraid to take responsibility now?"

"…Tch."

Spencer scoffed but finally set the chair down.

"Over here!"

At that mont, a breathless Yaqiao Mu burst through the door, leading an entire team of security officers.

The guards, ard with riot shields and batons, scanned the disaster zone before their leader frowned.

"Who started the fight?"

Without hesitation, nearly every student—whether they were lying on the ground or huddled together—pointed straight at Spencer.

"The rest of you, leave. You, co with us."

"Yeah, yeah… whatever. Hah..."

Ding ding~

The class bell rang, and the once-chaotic school building finally fell into silence.

But just across from the teaching building, the Student Affairs Office was buzzing with activity.

The Disciplinary Office, police officers, and lawyers from the Golden Lion Group had all gathered, turning the place into a full-blown scene.

Ye Shiyu stepped out of an office after giving her statent.

As she did, she spotted Ying Gong Tong comforting a crying girl with a gentle smile.

Ye Shiyu thought for a mont before walking over.

"Alright, you should all head back now. I’m sure the school will handle this properly."

Ying Gong Tong waved goodbye to the girls before turning to Ye Shiyu with a bright smile.

"Senior Ye."

"Was this part of your plan too?"

Ye Shiyu’s voice was emotionless, getting straight to the point.

"Pu Shuwen isn’t even part of the Track and Field Club—she had no reason to be at that event. But sohow, Hua Zhaofeng managed to bring her there."

Ying Gong Tong blinked, then glanced around to make sure no one else was listening before chuckling.

"I didn’t expect her to actually hit soone in front of everyone… But isn’t this even better? Not only can she not join the club, but she might just get expelled on the spot."

Originally, Ying Gong Tong had planned for Ye Shiyu to fight Spencer for club positions.

She had blocked Spencer’s entry into the Track and Field Club, and Ye Shiyu would take her out elsewhere.

But now?

They didn’t even have to lift a finger—Spencer had sealed her own fate.

"…Looks like you won’t be needing my help after all."

Ye Shiyu nodded, turning to leave.

But after taking a few steps, she suddenly paused.

She looked back at Ying Gong Tong, her expression unreadable.

"So, did Pu Shuwen really bully other students?"

"......"

Ying Gong Tong opened her mouth but didn’t speak.

Clearly, she had known the truth all along.

Or rather, it was obvious to anyone who paid attention.

Humans are social creatures, and a school is nothing less than a miniature society.

There will always be those who, due to objective or subjective reasons, fail to fit in—leading to isolation and exclusion.

"It’s hard to define these things. Even Linn’s education authorities haven’t figured out a proper solution, let alone the Student Council."

Ying Gong Tong sighed. It was the only answer she could give.

But Ye Shiyu suddenly stopped walking.

She turned back and reminded her,

"But that bullied student—An Le. Didn’t she know Yan Huan before all this?"

"......"

Ying Gong Tong froze for a mont, unable to respond.

Inside the Student Affairs Office, Spencer was playing Angry Piglets on her phone.

She dragged a green piglet onto a slingshot, aid, and launched it—trying to knock down those annoying birds hiding inside their fortress of blocks.

From the adjacent office, heated argunts raged between Golden Lion Group’s lawyers and the parents of the students involved.

anwhile, across from Spencer, the strikingly handso young man remained silent, scrolling through an advanced mathematics e-textbook on his phone.

He flipped to the next page, then glanced at Spencer, who was humming a tune as she played.

"You’re really not worried at all?" he asked.

"Worried about what?"

Yan Huan locked his phone screen and looked up.

"You throw punches left and right, thinking the Golden Lion Group has your back. But what if, one day, they can’t protect you? What if you seriously injure or kill soone? You think you can just walk away from that?"

"Relax, I know what I’m doing. I hold back. At most, they’ll feel like absolute sh*t for a while, but nothing serious. Heh."

"......"

Yan Huan was silent for a mont before speaking again.

"So basically, you don’t care about paying settlents, huh?"

"Not at all."

Spencer kept flicking her finger across the screen, trying different strategies, but no matter how she launched her piglets, she couldn’t hit that last stubborn bird at the back.

She pouted, cycling through various pigs and angles, yet nothing worked.

Frustrated, she nearly smashed her phone against the table.

But in the end, she just huffed and tossed it onto the coffee table before crossing her arms.

"What about expulsion, then?"

"......"

Spencer froze.

For a mont, she looked guilty.

But then, her expression shifted into sothing more distant, almost lancholic.

"Getting expelled would be great. I don’t even wanna be at Linn anyway. But even if I get kicked out, my mom will probably just send

to another Linn school."

Yan Huan observed her quietly, then picked up the phone she had thrown down.

Spencer turned her head and huffed.

"What are you doing? Give it back! I haven’t cleared that level yet!"

Yan Huan studied the ga screen as he adjusted the slingshot’s trajectory.

"The Golden Lion Group is powerful. The students you beat up will probably take compensation and settle. But even so, you’ll still be suspended for at least a week."

"So what?"

"More importantly, by the end of the day, your reputation as a violent lunatic will spread across the entire school."

"And?"

Yan Huan glanced up at her blank expression, speechless at how dense she was.

"Then again, with your track record, you’re guaranteed to lose in the Club Competition and get expelled anyway. Which ans… our agreent would be null and void. Works out, doesn’t it?"

Now that got Spencer riled up.

She scowled, crossed her arms, and shot back,

"No way! You can’t just go back on your word! That’s so shaless! And you call yourself a Student Council President? Pfft!"

"So what?"

"Huh?!"

Hearing her own words thrown back at her, she nearly jumped up in anger.

She moved to stand up, but Yan Huan calmly looked at her and asked,

"Aren’t you getting expelled anyway?"

"…Is there any way I don’t get expelled?"

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes, staring at the ga screen where he had carefully adjusted a particular pig’s trajectory.

Then, he suddenly said,

"Co here. Hold this down."

"Huh? Hold what?"

Though confused, Spencer still followed his instructions and pressed down on the slingshot.

Yan Huan let go of the phone and looked at her.

"Now, release it."

"Oh."

The mont Spencer let go, the golden pig shot out with a "whoosh!"

It flew at an incredibly tricky angle, slipping through the fortress of polished, arrogant birds.

In the stunned silence of the feathered creatures, the pig grew larger—

BOOM!

With a mischievous smirk, the golden pig exploded.

The entire fortress crumbled.

Blocks toppled like dominoes, crushing every single one of those detestable birds—

Even that final, unreachable one at the back.

"Congratulations! Level cleared!"

Spencer’s eyes lit up, and she burst into laughter.

"HAH! I did it! Finally beat this damn level! Hahaha!"

Yan Huan propped his chin on his hand, watching her dumb, delighted expression.

Then, he suddenly said,

"You need to compete in the Club Competition and win. But right now, no club will take you..."

"So instead of sitting around waiting to get expelled, why not take a gamble and give yourself a fighting chance?"

Spencer, still clutching her phone, paused. Her sharp-toothed grin faded just a little.

"What the hell are you talking about? Why do you always make things sound so dramatic? Just speak normally, damn it."

"......"

Yan Huan’s fist clenched slightly… then relaxed.

"What I an is—"

"You should start your own club and enter the Club Competition."

"Huh? Wait—I can do that?"

Spencer’s face was a mix of confusion and intrigue.

Yan Huan nodded, resting his flawless profile against his palm.

"At Yuanyue Academy, starting a club is both difficult and easy. It all depends."

He raised two fingers.

"First requirent: You need at least four mbers and a minimum amount of club funding."

"Is it hard to get funding?"

"More or less. The total budget allocated each sester is fixed, and most of it goes to sports clubs that represent the school in competitions."

Yan Huan nodded as he explained,

"That’s why our school barely has any small clubs—because they simply can’t get funding. Without funding, there are no clubrooms or official spots. And if you want to pay out of pocket, the costs are insane."

Spencer crossed her arms and muttered,

"Whatever, I’ve got money. Funding’s not a problem. What’s the second requirent?"

"The second requirent is that you need approval from the School Board, the Academic Affairs Office, and the Student Affairs Office. You’ll also need a faculty advisor for your club."

Spencer’s mouth fell open.

"Huh?! Say what now?"

"…The approvals aren’t sothing you need to worry about," Yan Huan continued. "Given how much money you’re throwing around, Headmaster Hers will sign off on it. And as for a faculty advisor—again, you’ve got money. That won’t be an issue either."

As she listened, Spencer slowly nodded, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"So basically, there are no real requirents for ?! Perfect! I’m gonna start a Doujin Club and make everyone bring

manga!"

SLAP!

Yan Huan shot her a look of pure, unfiltered disgust.

After a long silence, he said,

"There are only two things that matter for you. First, you need to recruit four mbers. Second, you must win in the Club Competition."

With that, he stretched his neck and stood up, preparing to leave.

"Figure it out yourself. You’d better get it done before your suspension ends. If the registration deadline passes, not even a god can save you."

Spencer rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then suddenly rembered sothing. She turned to Yan Huan.

"Wait a sec. You don’t belong to any club, right? If you join, that makes two of us! We just need two more—"

Yan Huan had already reached the door. Hearing this, he turned back, smiling.

"Who said I was joining your club? Right now, your so-called ‘club’ has exactly one mber. You. OK?"

"WHAT?! You’re not helping ?!"

"When did I ever say I would?"

"Then why the hell did you tell

all this?!"

Yan Huan opened the door, and a shadowy black cat flickered on his shoulder as he turned to face her.

Pressing his fingers against his temple, he sighed before pointing at her.

"Don’t get it twisted. I don’t like you at all. Not only do I question your intelligence, but I also find your behavior insufferable. So no, this isn’t

‘helping’ you."

"You dare call

dumb?!"

"As for why I told you all this? It has nothing to do with you."

Yan Huan’s expression cooled, and his words beca deliberate and sharp.

"I only gave you this heads-up because you helped An Le earlier.

"Beyond that? Whether you succeed and stay or fail and get expelled—it’s got nothing to do with . Either way, our deal is off the table."

Spencer opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Yan Huan had already shut the door behind him and walked away.

"......"

Spencer puffed up her cheeks in frustration, then grabbed her phone and went back to playing Angry Piglets.

"Tch. What’s he acting all smug for… Stupid guy. Pretending to be all cool when he definitely reacted before…"

"Damn it, how do I beat this level?!

"Why are these damn birds hiding so deep?! How am I supposed to blow them up?!!

"Just you wait! Once I figure out how to clear this, I’ll make sure all of you fly!"