“The burgers are here, the burgers are here...”
Just as Jiang Yun delivered the rather heavy news to Spencer, making the atmosphere at the dining table a bit tense, Zuo Chuan Dazai and Nino returned with several plates of burgers.
Spencer folded her arms, watching as the sweating Zuo Chuan Dazai placed everyone's respective orders in front of them.
An Le smiled slightly and tactfully changed the subject.
“Well, no matter what, let’s eat first...”
Jiang Yun nodded, taking a sip of her cola.
Spencer picked up her ultra-luxury supre burger and was about to take a bite when she noticed the roasted chicken leg burger that An Le had just unwrapped.
“......”
She glanced at her own burger, then at An Le’s.
Without warning, she shoved her own burger into An Le’s hands and swiftly grabbed An Le’s burger in exchange.
As An Le looked at her in confusion, Spencer casually said,
“I’m swapping with you.”
“Huh? Huh?!”
Little Pinky widened her eyes and scolded,
“Is she crazy? If she wanted it, she could’ve just bought one herself instead of snatching yours. What a lunatic.”
“D-Don’t say that... Spencer did trade hers with , after all...”
“Heh, let’s see what you say when she grabs sothing you don’t want to trade.”
“......”
An Le didn’t take Little Pinky’s words seriously, dismissing them as over-exaggeration.
anwhile, Spencer took a bite of the chicken burger and was unexpectedly pleased with the taste.
As she ate, she fell silent for a mont before suddenly speaking to Jiang Yun and the others.
“I’ll do my best to give this club battle thing a shot. If I end up getting expelled, I won’t bla you guys... It’s just transferring to another school. No big deal.”
Jiang Yun, sipping her cola, glanced at Spencer and paused for a mont before asking,
“Spencer, won’t this be an issue with your parents?”
Spencer finished the burger in two quick bites, licked her fingers, and replied,
“...No big deal. My mom doesn’t really care about
anyway.”
Zuo Chuan Dazai wiped his sweat and looked at her with envy.
“Must be nice. My parents are super strict. If my grades drop even by one rank, they lecture
for ages.”
“......”
Spencer shot him a look that made Zuo Chuan Dazai flinch and imdiately shut up.
An Le pressed her lips together and quickly said to Spencer,
“No matter what, it’s better to avoid getting expelled, right? Even if your mom is busy, she’d definitely care about sothing this important.”
“......”
Hearing this, Spencer crossed her arms and fell silent, her thoughts drifting back to mories before she arrived at Linn.
She rembered going to her mother’s grand, opulent office, intending to tell her—
“I don’t want to go to Linn.”
Even though she didn’t even know where Linn was.
She rembered pushing open the door and seeing a room full of formally dressed adults in suits.
The AI assistant had told her that these people were all incredibly brilliant minds from around the world.
They had graduated from prestigious schools, had the most enviable resus, and used their exceptional intellects to solve problems for her mother.
They were engrossed in discussions, throwing around jargon she didn’t understand while typing away on their laptops.
Spencer had always hated that kind of atmosphere. Every cell in her body seed to reject it, as if she didn’t belong.
Because monts like that always reminded her—
“Mom likes smart people.”
The mont she stepped in, they all stopped and turned to look at her.
Their sharp minds instantly ford judgnts she couldn’t decipher. Their gazes carried unreadable anings, as if silently questioning—
“This is the president’s daughter?”
At the far end of the office, next to a lifelike, ferocious lion statue, a sleek white executive chair faced away from her.
A gentle breeze blew past, lifting strands of golden hair—golden, just like hers.
The owner of that golden hair stood gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window, neither turning around nor speaking.
She rely waved a hand, signaling the suited intellectuals to continue.
“......”
That was Spencer’s last clear mory of her mother.
In the end, she never said a word to her.
And so, alone, she crossed the ocean and arrived at Linn.
Until today.
“......”
Jiang Yun observed the now-silent Spencer, who had fallen into thought after finishing her burger. After a brief mont of contemplation, he spoke.
“I just want to say this upfront—don’t have too much hope in . But if you don’t mind, I’m willing to try joining your club.”
Spencer snapped back to reality, her usual carefree attitude returning as she grinned.
“Alright then! That makes three of us.”
An Le smiled as well and turned to Zuo Chuan Dazai and Nino.
“What about you two?”
The two exchanged glances, scratching their heads.
“I guess it’s fine... but seriously, are we really going with ‘Hentai Club’ as our club na?”
Spencer crossed her arms confidently, leaned back in her chair, and pulled out her phone.
“Of course! Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Yan Huan. This will definitely get approved!
‘Hentai Club’ officially starts today!”
Shirtless, Yan Huan glanced at his phone, reading the ssage Spencer had sent him while taking a sip of water. He typed out a single response.
“Club the is inappropriate. Student Council rejects the application.”
That afternoon, An Le had ntioned that she’d joined Spencer’s club and had conveniently forwarded Spencer’s Plane contact to Yan Huan. This made communication easier.
Although he really didn’t want to add this person, after thinking it over, it was probably necessary to resolve the Modifier issue.
Still, he had a strong feeling this girl was the type to send him “Invite a friend for free gems!” ga ads.
Ding~
Ah, she replied.
“Huh?! What’s inappropriate?! Yan Huan, are you ssing with ?!”
"Ding ding ding~"
Incoming Plane Call: Spencer.
Yan Huan sipped his water, glanced at the screen, and decisively hit "Reject."
"Ding~"
"Oi, Yan Huan, turn on your mic!!"
Glancing at the profile picture of "Peppa the Puppy," Yan Huan, sitting in front of the pull-up bar, rely responded by typing with one hand:
"If you keep spamming calls, I’m blocking you."
"You—!!"
A mont later, another ssage popped up.
"Just you wait, Yan Huan!!"
"Okay."
He even sent a nodding cat emoji.
No doubt, Spencer was fuming right now.
Honestly, Yan Huan had initially regretted adding her on Plane, but now? He didn’t mind it so much.
It was kinda fun—like teasing a little kid.
While playing around with Spencer, Yan Huan opened his chat with An Le and sent her the club registration form.
"An Le, if we’re starting a club, don’t forget to fill out the form."
[Smiling Cat Emoji]
"Got it, Little Huan... I’ll fill it out and send it to you ASAP!"
"No rush, just submit it by the end of the week. The na 'Hentai Club' isn’t totally off the table, but you’ll need to add so context to make sure it doesn’t violate student conduct rules."
"Understood!"
After a brief pause, another ssage popped up.
"Thanks for the hard work, Little Huan."
Yan Huan smiled slightly at the ssage and replied, "No problem," before setting his phone down.
The Modifier... how the hell am I gonna deal with it?
Yan Huan stood up, walked over to the workout equipnt, and got ready for seated rows.
Phantom Neko-chan sat primly on the machine, curiously pawing at it before turning to Yan Huan with a soft "ow~" as he took his seat.
At the mont, Ye Shiyu was leading the Modifier Power Rankings with an absolutely dominant danger level.
And Yan Huan? He still hadn’t fully figured out the capabilities or limitations of the other Modifiers.
Oh, and there was still one Modifier that hadn’t even revealed itself yet.
Yeah, great. How the hell was he supposed to play this ga?
"Huff... huff..."
Adjusting his form, Yan Huan pulled the weighted handles, training his latissimus dorsi muscles.
Push day, pull day, leg day—that was Jiaotan’s advice.
Even the gym’s personal trainers agreed, only correcting his posture before letting him train on his own.
As his muscles engaged, Yan Huan’s mind also grew sharper.
Right now, the Modifiers were divided into two tiers:
T2: An Le, Bai Yi.
Bai Yi’s situation had already been assessed—no need for further action for now.
As for An Le, after two days of interacting with her, she still seed the sa as before.
Comparing her to Spencer and Ye Shiyu, Yan Huan seriously wondered if the Modifier had terrible taste in hosts—how did it end up choosing soone as gentle and borderline spineless as An Le?
If the Modifier had a consciousness like Neko-chan, it’d probably be furious dealing with An Le’s naivety.
Then there were the heavyweights:
T1: Spencer.
T0: Ye Shiyu.
"Huff..."
Finishing his set to failure, Yan Huan let go of the equipnt, his eyes glinting with thought.
The strategy is simple:
Ensure that using the Modifier doesn’t give them what they want.
Instead, help them get what they want without using the Modifier.
By comparing the two experiences, they’d start to doubt the Modifier itself.
The problem?
Ye Shiyu was way too good at using hers, and Yan Huan had no counterplay against her right now.
But...
If I can't handle her, surely Aunt Ye can.
Yan Huan recalled the tiny engravings on his clothes—the ones Ye Shiyu had secretly inscribed.
An idea slowly ford in his mind.
He picked up his phone and opened his chat with Ye Lan.
First, he sent a cat emoji.
Then, he typed:
"Aunt Ye, can I stay over at your place this weekend?"
Neko-chan, perched on his shoulder, looked at his ssage in disbelief.
"Yan Huan, are you serious? Ye Shiyu is ridiculously dangerous right now, and you actually want to go to her house? Aren’t you afraid she’ll hypnotize you and—"
A bead of sweat trickled down Yan Huan’s forehead.
Whether from his workout or from Ye Shiyu’s sheer terrifying nature, he wasn’t sure.
He wiped his sweat and replied,
"No risk, no reward. Neko-chan, Ye Shiyu is going off the rails. I’d rather gamble on this…
"It’s because of my previous actions that she’s paying attention to
now. But at the end of the day, her feelings for
aren’t those of a sibling or a lover—
"To put it bluntly, she just mistakenly sees
as her ‘property,’ which has led to her twisted sense of possessiveness.
"Even if she logically acknowledges that I’m a person, not an object, she still wants to ‘mark’
in return.
"But that doesn’t change the essence of her emotions.
"To her, I’m no different from that jellyfish keychain. Just another one of her ‘belongings.’"
Neko-chan nodded, clearly in agreent.
"Exactly, ow. A host as unhinged as Ye Shiyu, combined with such a powerful Modifier… If we don’t stop her, she’ll start affecting the entire world around her, ow."
Yan Huan nodded and continued,
"In Ye Shiyu’s world, the only person who can make her sowhat break away from the ‘ownership’ mindset… is probably Aunt Ye.
"Plus, Aunt Ye is the perfect third party—completely unaffected by hypnosis.
"If anyone can break this cycle, it’s her."
He glanced at Ye Lan’s profile picture—a banana milk icon.
For the first ti, he felt grateful for being part of ‘Ye Lan’s Cult.’
"Ding~"
Ye Lan had replied.
"Sure! Little Huan, you can ride back with Shiyu on Friday."
"But this is a bit sudden. Did sothing happen in the South District? Or are you facing so difficulties?"
"[Confused]
Yan Huan nearly spilled all of Ye Shiyu’s misdeeds to Ye Lan.
But in the end, he simply typed:
"No, I just miss you and Sister Shiyu."
Ye Lan sent a [Hand Over Mouth Laugh] emoji before responding,
"Alright, see you Friday then! Oh, and by the way—your credit card is still untouched. Don’t be too frugal, okay, Little Huan?"
"Mhm, mhm."
Yan Huan wiped away his imaginary tears, feeling more than ever that Ye Lan wasn’t just an angel...
No. Ye Lan must be an all-powerful god.
And Ye Shiyu? She was the Lucifer who betrayed heaven under her rule.
Setting his phone aside, Yan Huan resud his workout while continuing to strategize his approach to dealing with the Modifiers.
If everything went smoothly, Ye Shiyu should settle down for a while after this weekend.
That ant the only pressing issue left in front of him... was Spencer.
"Huff... huff..."
As he pulled the weights, the muscles on his back gradually beca more defined with each rep.
Yan Huan had never had bad habits to begin with—his body fat percentage was decent, and he wasn’t untalented either.
With consistent effort and the cheat code that Neko-chan had given him, it was only a matter of ti before he reached Coach Jiaotan's level of pure muscle.
And when that day ca...
Going toe-to-toe in an arm-wrestling match against that muscle-headed fool Spencer wouldn’t be out of the question!
With that goal in mind, Yan Huan doubled down on his effort, pulling the equipnt with renewed determination.
"Good evening, Miss Tong."
Just as Yan Huan was giving it his all, he suddenly heard the gym staff greeting soone behind him.
He froze for a second, then released the weights and let the machine reset.
Turning his head, he was t with the sight of a gorgeous woman in a sporty crop top.
Her long red hair, usually left loose, was now tied into a high ponytail, giving her a more mature and refined beauty than usual.
But even without that, just one glance at those perpetually weary, lifeless eyes beneath her bangs was enough for Yan Huan to recognize her imdiately—
His lovely boss, Tong Yingying.
"Boss Tong, what brings you here?"
Tong Yingying’s dead-fish eyes swept over him, but when she noticed his shirtless upper body, there was a faint glint in her gaze.
"What? Am I not allowed to be here?"
As she spoke, she walked closer, casually scanning him up and down like she was taking inventory.
Yan Huan nodded in agreent.
"Fair enough. I an, whether you're at the bar drinking or not, it's not like it makes much of a diff—ow!"
Before he could even finish, Tong Yingying reached out and pinched his shoulder muscle, hard.
The sudden pain made Yan Huan’s expression twist, and he imdiately begged for rcy.
"Ow, ow, ow—Boss Tong, I was wrong! Ow..."
Hearing his surrender, Tong Yingying finally let go, sparing him any further suffering.
But Yan Huan, too busy pleading for his life, completely missed what happened next—
Behind him, Tong Yingying froze for a split second, staring at his pained expression in stunned silence.
And in those usually dead and lifeless eyes, a subtle, inexplicable excitent flickered for just a brief mont.
However, she quickly snapped out of it, imdiately withdrew her hand, and pretended nothing happened.
Rubbing her fingers, she casually threw out a remark, as if joking—
"You idiot. Keep badmouthing your boss, and I’ll dock your entire paycheck this month."
"I’m so sorry, Boss Tong...!"
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