"Far Moon’s Student Council President has a childhood friend he grew up sleeping with?! Why has he never ntioned her before, leading to this dramatic revelation where she personally shows up to expose the truth?
"Is this the downfall of morality or a distortion of human nature?
"This is Yuan Angelina, your exclusive Far Moon reporter, reporting live from the scene!"
The cara shifted, but Yuan Angelina’s energetic voice had already sounded before the fra even settled.
The footage captured her—standing front and center, holding a microphone, wearing clear-lens glasses, and putting on an air of journalistic seriousness.
Behind her, the luxurious leather sofa in the student council office was now clearly divided into two opposing sides.
On one side sat a girl with her arms crossed, golden waves of hair resembling a lion’s mane, head slightly raised, revealing her signature sharp canine teeth—
President of the Doujin Club, Aria Spencer.
Beside her, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes unfocused, was a girl desperately trying to stop Yuan Angelina from saying such mortifying things—
Vice President of the Doujin Club, An Le.
On the other side, sitting upright with perfect posture, flipping through the submitted club docunts with an expressionless face, was the pinnacle of Far Moon Academy’s student body—
Yan Huan, Student Council President.
And seated next to him, gracefully pouring tea with an elegant smile, exuding the aura of a noble lady from Sakura Country—
Sakura-no-Miya Hitomi, Student Council Vice President.
anwhile, in front of Yuan Angelina, Ashley rested her chin on her hand, watching the cara feed with curiosity before suddenly turning and giving Hachibashi Moku a firm flick on the forehead.
"Ugh! What kind of recording is this?! It’s so blurry!"
Hachibashi Moku glared at her in protest.
"You think you can do better?! This thing’s an ancient relic from the school archives—who knows how long it’s been collecting dust? The fact that I even got it to turn on is a miracle!"
While the two bickered, Yuan Angelina eagerly trotted over to An Le, shoving the microphone in front of her.
"An Le, may I interview you? As the President’s childhood friend—who literally grew up sleeping next to him—how are you feeling right now?"
“Ugh… C-could you please stop saying such embarrassing things…”
Undeterred, Yuan Angelina turned the microphone to Spencer.
"Spencer, can you share more details with us?"
"Oh, of course, no problem! An Le has a ton of pictures of Yan Huan from when he was little. She took them secretly—"
"SPENCER!!"
An Le’s face turned beet red as she frantically covered Spencer’s mouth.
Spencer blinked at her, clearly capable of breaking free at any mont… but choosing not to.
"Y-you… you need to stop spouting nonsense!"
An Le, still flustered beyond belief, was about to defend herself.
But when she looked up—
The tea-pouring Sakura-no-Miya, who had been smiling calmly monts ago, had suddenly frozen in place, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at An Le.
“……”
—Oh no… Sakura-no-Miya thinks I’m so kind of stalker freak!
An Le’s mind went blank, her heart pounding wildly. She turned to Spencer, her eyes practically pleading for help.
anwhile, Yan Huan, still flipping through the club proposal, let out a sigh and addressed Yuan Angelina.
"They’re just pictures An Le’s mom took when we were kids while we were playing together."
Spencer, unimpressed, rolled her eyes and muttered,
"Still sounds like a secret shoot to . A picture taken without permission is still—"
"That’s called photography. No wonder you nearly failed the language exam."
"Yan Huan!!"
Spencer grit her teeth, fuming at Yan Huan’s calm and dismissive tone.
Yuan Angelina, on the other hand, burst into laughter before reassuring the utterly mortified An Le.
"Relax~ You guys were just kids back then! It’s not like you could have been up to anything sneaky!"
"Y-yeah… ha… hahaha…"
An Le let out a nervous, half-crying chuckle, not sure whether she should feel relieved or dig a hole to hide in.
After all, both she and her tiny inner voice knew Spencer’s intentions—
She was definitely trying to push her toward Yan Huan.
The thought was nice… but her thods? A complete disaster.
Still, Yuan Angelina’s gossip-fueled enthusiasm was only getting stronger. She bead, holding up the microphone again.
"Hehehe, I’m really curious now—what did the President look like as a kid? Ahh, childhood sweethearts~ So romantic, right, President?"
Sakura-no-Miya, having finished pouring the tea, pushed a cup toward An Le and Spencer before suddenly turning to Yuan Angelina.
"Yuan Angelina, we need to discuss official matters now. Could you… go play sowhere else?"
"Eh? But—"
Just as she was about to argue, a sudden chill ran down her spine, making her instinctively leap backward.
Pitifully, she clung to Ashley, shivering as she whimpered—
"S-so scary… Sakura-no-Miya just now was terrifying…"
Ashley chuckled, patting Yuan Angelina’s back in consolation.
"Co on, you can’t bla her. Word’s already spread about Spencer causing chaos in L502 yesterday morning. And since she’s on academic suspension but still sneaked in, it’s literally Vice President Sakura-no-Miya’s job to handle rulebreakers."
—Ashley, incorrect guess. OUT!
"That’s not even remotely the issue here, Violence Queen."
"Hah?"
Ashley and Yuan Angelina turned to Hachibashi Moku, who adjusted his glasses with a smug expression.
Just seeing his cocky grin was enough to irritate Ashley.
"Then tell , oh genius, why is the Vice President mad?"
Hachibashi’s eyes glead with wisdom as he dramatically declared—
"Because Vice President Sakura-no-Miya… has been possessed by a demon."
"……"
Ashley and Yuan Angelina both opened their mouths… then fell silent.
Hachibashi clutched his chest in anguish, teeth clenched as he spoke with deep sorrow—
"It’s the sa demon that once possessed Teacher Shijo, the vile entity that made him say such cruel things to ! Now, it’s targeting Sakura-no-Miya, corrupting her, making her more terrifying—
"So, I think we need to— Hey! Why are you both covering your noses and backing away?!"
—Hachibashi, incorrect guess. OUT!
"Ugh, would you please control your nerd stench? Your precious Teacher Shijo was probably just grossed out by you, simple as that."
"That is a blatant lie! Violence Queen! That’s definitely not the reason—!"
While they continued bickering, Yuan Angelina peeked toward the couch, her reporter instincts tingling.
Sothing… was off.
The atmosphere surrounding Sakura-no-Miya and Yan Huan felt thick, heavy… almost unsettling.
She sniffed the air slightly, trying to pinpoint the source of the strange tension.
But before she could figure it out—
The battlefield had already begun.
At the center of the student council office, the tea table had transford into a warzone.
One side: Red Team.
The other: Black Team.
And Red Team took the first move!
Spencer suddenly slamd her hands on the table, demanding—
"Why didn’t you reply to my ssages yesterday?! And you even blocked ?!"
Black Team’s Counterattack!!
Yan Huan took a sip of Sakura-no-Miya’s red tea, remaining calm as he replied,
"I already sent you the official club application form with all the guidelines. You didn’t even bother to read the rules and instead sent
back a form filled with illegible scribbles.
"I’ve heard that if the IQ gap exceeds 20 points, communication becos inefficient. Since we need to finalize the participating clubs by this Friday, rather than waste ti on you, I figured it’d be more efficient to let An Le handle it."
Spencer blinked, turning to An Le in confusion.
"Wait… hold on, An Le, what’s an IQ?"
An Le covered her face and whispered a brief explanation into her ear.
Spencer’s face imdiately flushed red. Just as she was about to retort, the ever-elegant Sakura-no-Miya, sitting beside Yan Huan, gracefully smiled and added—
"Besides, the evening is the President’s personal ti, isn’t it? If he chooses to work during his personal ti, that’s a favor, not an obligation. Does he owe you sothing? Why would he need to explain himself to you?
"Not to ntion, barging in here first thing in the morning, being so aggressive, and disrupting the student council’s work… Spencer, do you really think the world revolves around you?"
Spencer was completely speechless. She turned to An Le—only to see her blushing, looking like she wanted to say sothing but couldn’t find the words.
Checkmate!
Red Team’s attack had been completely dismantled—with heavy casualties!
But Spencer wasn’t one to give up so easily. Gritting her teeth, she snapped back at Yan Huan—
"That’s just an excuse! You’re obviously playing favorites! You’re biased against
because of what happened yesterday with that Park Soo-won guy and that other idiot!
"I saw the ssages you sent to An Le! You explained every single docunt to her in detail! But when you sent them to , you just dumped a bunch of files! How was I supposed to know what was what?!"
Yan Huan took another sip of tea, unbothered.
"If I really had a problem with you, why would I have given you the only way to avoid expulsion? I could’ve just sat back and watched you get kicked out of school.
"I used my personal ti to help you, yet you don’t even have the basic decency to be polite? Do you not know how to say please?
"As for An Le—of course, I explained things to her. We’re childhood friends. We have a good relationship.
"And you? What’s our relationship, exactly, Spencer?"
Sakura-no-Miya took a sip of her own tea and smiled again.
"Honestly, if we really had a problem with you, the mont you sneaked into the school, we should’ve called security to throw you out.
"Spencer, are you the type of person who only blas others but never reflects on your own actions? Sotis, instead of accusing people, you should take a mont to consider whether you were in the wrong first."
Spencer was once again left speechless.
She turned to An Le, hoping for so backup.
But after a mont of thought, An Le’s gaze shifted slightly—her eyes revealing a reluctant but undeniable truth.
Yan Huan and Sakura-no-Miya… had a point.
Desperate, Spencer tried to co up with a counterargunt—grasping for any excuse to defend herself.
But trying to justify sothing against her own logic required serious ntal gymnastics, leaving her unable to respond for a long mont.
Checkmate!
Spencer felt a tightness in her chest, as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
Her face burned as she looked at the two sitting on the couch—calmly sipping tea, as if this were just a pleasant afternoon break.
She was getting bodied.
And then—
She suddenly pointed at Yan Huan and Sakura-no-Miya, shouting—
"You two—one speaks, the other follows up, backing each other up no matter what! You’re completely ignoring the facts!"
"Ah, that’s called a perfectly coordinated duet~"
Before Spencer could find the right words to describe the situation, Yuan Angelina had already appeared beside her, acting as her personal translator.
Spencer paused for a second…
Then nodded.
"Yeah! That’s exactly what I ant!"
Sakura-no-Miya turned her gaze toward Yuan Angelina, smiling eerily.
"Secretary Yuan Angelina, are you a mber of the Student Council or the Doujin Club?"
"Eek!"
Yuan Angelina jumped in fright, instinctively trying to run—
But Spencer grabbed her.
"What are you afraid of? She’s just soone who follows whatever Yan Huan says without question! What’s that phrase for people like that?!"
Cold sweat poured down Yuan Angelina’s face.
On one side was the terrifyingly intense Sakura-no-Miya.
On the other was the incredibly strong Spencer.
I never should’ve gotten involved! I knew my gossip addiction would get
in trouble soday!
Her brain blanked out from panic.
And then, in a desperate attempt to recall the phrase Spencer was looking for, she blurted out—
"A husband sings, the wife follows!!"
"……Eh?"
Sakura-no-Miya, who had been full of montum just a second ago, suddenly froze.
The shadowy aura around her instantly vanished.
Instead—her face rapidly turned a deep shade of pink.
Her hands flew to her cheeks as her heart pounded wildly.
Thump… thump… thump…
—Wait a second.
—Yan Huan and I… are we really that obvious?
—Even Yuan Angelina—who’s been trying to sabotage our CP this whole ti—thinks we look like a couple?!
Sakura-no-Miya pressed her lips together, gripping the hem of her skirt.
All at once, her previous composure vanished.
Now that it had been pointed out, it did feel like she and Yan Huan were a married couple—
Standing together.
Protecting their ho.
Facing the outside world together.
Yan Huan, enduring all hardships for their "family."
And her, always by his side, unwaveringly supporting him.
The imaginary voices of their "children" surrounded them—cheering, "We’ll always support Mom and Dad!"
Sakura-no-Miya’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Her head lowered slightly, the ends of her black-to-pink gradient hair concealing part of her expression.
Cough, cough…
anwhile, Spencer grinned, very satisfied with that answer.
She turned back to Yan Huan and the now completely silent Sakura-no-Miya, declaring—
"Yep, exactly! You two are a team!"
"Ughhh… s-stop grabbing my clothes… Let go already…"
Now freed from Spencer’s grip, Yuan Angelina ran off, whimpering, and hid behind Ashley—leaving the true warriors to their battlefield.
And thus—
Sakura-no-Miya got the confirmation she had secretly hoped for.
Spencer received the perfect phrase to describe the situation.
Yan Huan, on the other hand, simply saw Spencer and Yuan Angelina as clowns and didn’t take them seriously at all.
Only one person…
Only one person in the room…
suffered a critical emotional hit.
An Le.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Spencer beside her.
On her shoulder, a tiny voice whispered in concern—
"Damn… even this idiot Spencer can see how well Yan Huan and Sakura-no-Miya match."
"Little Pinky?!"
"Ah, oops, my bad… cough, cough… I an, who would’ve thought? Even Spencer, with her bold and reckless nature, has betrayed us! Weren’t we supposed to be helping you?!"
"……"
An Le finally realized—Spencer had absolutely no grasp of social dynamics.
Her so-called "help" was actually just making things worse.
Or rather, even if her plan worked, it would probably end with An Le completely ruining her own reputation.
Trying to go against Sakura-no-Miya was the worst possible strategy.
At this rate, if they argued for a bit longer, they’d probably end up getting married by tomorrow.
At this thought, An Le decided it was ti to step in and take control of the battlefield.
"Um… shouldn’t we focus on the club application now?"
"Yeah, so are we going to discuss the club or not?"
Surprisingly, Yan Huan spoke up at the exact sa mont.
He glanced at An Le, then paused, signaling for her to speak first.
But An Le, flustered, quickly waved her hands, gesturing for him to go ahead instead.
Little Pinky clicked its tongue in amusent.
"Hey, now this is what you call a perfectly synchronized duet, huh?"
"Ugh…"
Yan Huan picked up two docunts—one from Spencer and one from An Le—and placed them in front of Spencer.
"Take a look. Compare what you submitted with what An Le submitted."
One was a ss of illegible scribbles, barely recognizable as text.
The other was neat, beautifully written, and perfectly formatted.
Faced with this harsh reality, the usually defiant Spencer was suddenly at a loss for words, visibly embarrassed.
"See? If it weren’t for An Le, your Doujin Club would have been dead on arrival."
"…Tch."
Yan Huan then handed her another docunt.
"Since you’re both here… I’ve already submitted your club application to the school board and student affairs office. The paperwork should be processed by today.
"Now, what you need to do is co up with a competition event that aligns with your club’s the. If it gets drawn, you’ll have a slight advantage in the tournant. The event guidelines are in here—read them yourself."
Spencer imdiately wanted to brush it off without even glancing at the docunt.
But before she could say a word, Yan Huan’s gaze flickered toward her.
"Mm?"
"……"
Her mouth opened slightly, but the words caught in her throat.
After a brief hesitation, she begrudgingly picked up the guidelines and started reading.
One look—and she was stunned.
"This… there are so many restrictions?!"
"Mhmm."
"This isn’t allowed, that isn’t allowed, and we have to design the event ourselves? We might as well not design anything at all!"
Yan Huan briefly glanced at Sakura-no-Miya, who had suddenly gone quiet. He found it a little odd but didn’t dwell on it too much before responding to Spencer.
"That’s fine. If you don’t mind being at a disadvantage, that’s up to you."
"Hmph…"
Spencer frowned and shifted her gaze toward the list of competition events that Yuan Angelina had been holding earlier.
That docunt was an internal student council file—most clubs had no idea what events would be included in the tournant.
Yuan Angelina instinctively wanted to stop her, but…
The mont she rembered Spencer physically dragging her earlier, she imdiately backed down.
That strength was no joke.
Spencer skimd through the event list, thought for a second, then smirked confidently.
"Alright, fine! Even if we’re at a disadvantage, we’ll still win!"
Yan Huan glanced at her, imdiately realizing what she was thinking.
She must have noticed that many of the events involved physical activity, which played to her strengths.
"We’ll see… Anything else?"
Spencer clutched the docunt in her hands and sneaked a glance at Yan Huan.
Every ti he spoke to her, he always had that strict, no-nonsense tone.
She didn’t like it.
And yet… it excited her.
The more Yan Huan disliked her, the stronger her desire beca—to steal sothing from him.
She opened her mouth, about to bring up the deal they had discussed before.
But then… she saw Sakura-no-Miya sitting right beside him.
"……"
After a brief mont of silence, Spencer crossed her arms and leaned back.
"Nothing else. If there’s anything else, I’ll ssage you on Plane… And don’t! Block! !!"
Yan Huan simply smiled, not bothering to respond.
Spencer was furious.
Just then—
"Ding-ding~"
The warning bell for the next class rang through the school halls, reminding An Le that they needed to leave.
"Thanks, Little Huan. We’ll be going now…"
"Mhm, bye."
An Le quickly dragged a reluctant Spencer out of the office.
At long last, the once chaotic battlefield of the student council office returned to peace.
Yan Huan let out a breath of relief, then turned toward Sakura-no-Miya and spoke softly.
"Sakura-no-Miya?"
"Alright, everyone, quiet down. Daddy is calling … Eh?"
Sakura-no-Miya had been murmuring sothing incomprehensible under her breath, words that made no sense to Yan Huan.
But the next mont, she suddenly snapped out of it.
She instantly regained her usual composure, turning to face him with a polite, composed smile.
"Yes, President? What is it?"
"…Nothing, just that you suddenly stopped talking."
"Ah, I was just… thrown off by Spencer’s antics… Also, Yuan Angelina, what are you—"
Sakura-no-Miya and Yan Huan both turned toward the others—
Where they saw Hachibashi Moku and Ashley gathered around Yuan Angelina, watching her intently.
"Yuan Angelina, what exactly are you doing?"
Yan Huan stood up, looking over curiously.
The next second—
Yuan Angelina, her eyes glowing with excitent, shot up from her seat and held up a hand-drawn newspaper.
"Front page news—completed, desu!!"
Yan Huan and Sakura-no-Miya took a quick glance—
And saw that Yuan Angelina had, in record ti, filled half a page with bright, colorful headlines.
The main story?
"President Yan Huan Secretly Photographed by Childhood Friend for Years—Now She’s Here to Confront Him?!"
Right in the center of the page, pasted neatly, was a photograph.
In the image—
Yan Huan sat with his arms crossed, staring coldly at Spencer, who seed to be passionately arguing her case.
Beside Yan Huan, Sakura-no-Miya was covering her face, head lowered as if silently weeping.
And beside Spencer—An Le, her hand raised, as if trying to stop her from questioning their shared past.
It was a single image…
Yet it told an entire story.
Yan Huan and Sakura-no-Miya both instantly blackened.
Behind her, Hachibashi Moku and Ashley had their hands over their mouths, struggling to hold back their laughter.
Yan Huan’s voice rang out, calm but rciless—
"Yuan Angelina, your photographer role for the Club Battle is officially revoked."
"Eh?! Why, President?!"
Sakura-no-Miya, her expression ice-cold, snatched the source of all evil—the newspaper—right out of Yuan Angelina’s hands.
"And this baseless gossip-filled tabloid? Confiscated."
"Eh?! Sakura-no-Miya, you too?!"
Without another word, Yan Huan and Sakura-no-Miya turned and started heading out, preparing to return to class.
As they left, Yan Huan casually waved back at Yuan Angelina.
"Don’t forget to lock up."
"Goodbye, Secretary Yuan Angelina."
Hachibashi Moku and Ashley imdiately ran over, their faces full of schadenfreude, barely able to breathe from laughing so hard.
"Pfft— Yuan Angelina, you seriously should never major in journalism, got it? Hahahaha—oh my god…"
"And definitely don’t study photography, HAHAHAHA!!"
Yuan Angelina’s face turned redder and redder, her cheeks puffing out like an angry squirrel.
The next second—completely breaking down, tears forming at the corners of her eyes—she pointed at Hachibashi Moku and Ashley and shouted at the top of her lungs—
"A husband sings, the wife follows!!"
"WHAT THE—?! Stop throwing accusations!!"
"You’ve totally lost it, Yuan Angelina!!"
Both Hachibashi Moku and Ashley imdiately turned pale, jumping away from each other like they had been electrocuted.
But Yuan Angelina, now fully unhinged, wasn’t done yet.
Turning toward the doorway where Yan Huan and Sakura-no-Miya had just exited, she let out one final, dramatic cry—
"THE PRESIDENT AND VICE PRESIDENT TOO!! A HUSBAND SINGS, THE WIFE FOLLOWS!! THEY’RE BOTH JUST GANGING UP ON —WAAAHHHH!!"
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