Restricted Fantasy I Chapter 91: Is This Right, Spencer?

"Mmm..."

The Tuesday morning light filtered through the curtains, sweeping away the gloom of the night.

On the bed, Ye Shiyu’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a hint of drowsiness.

She slowly opened her eyes in a daze. It wasn't until she sat up that she realized she was covered with a blanket—different from how she rembered falling asleep last night.

She spaced out for a second, and as her mind gradually cleared, the mories of last night suddenly resurfaced.

"......"

She looked around, but the boy was no longer in sight.

The balcony door was shut, and without the wind billowing through, the curtains hung lifelessly.

Just as she reached for her phone to check the ti, she noticed sothing—her jellyfish plushie, sohow pulled out and placed in an obvious spot.

Its cute, silly face was turned directly toward her.

Attached to one of its tentacles was a sticky note from her crafting desk, as if the plushie was holding up a ssage for her.

"I’m leaving.

Goodnight, Sister Shiyu.

—Yan Huan"

Ye Shiyu stared at the note, unable to resist running her fingers over the bottom where his na was signed.

She had never written her na on the jellyfish plushie Yan Huan had given her.

And now, it had his na on it—sitting in her room.

But...

She didn’t seem to mind.

"......"

After staring at the note for a while, Ye Shiyu suddenly stood up, grabbed a correction tape from her workstation, and turned back toward the bed.

She carefully erased the first line—"I’m leaving."

Now satisfied, she placed the sticky note—along with the adorable jellyfish plushie—back on her bedside table.

She picked up her phone.

7:11 AM.

After a mont of silence, she opened Plane, pulled up her chat with her mother, Ye Lan, and typed two lines with her slender fingers:

"Mom, teach …

What does it an to like Little Huan?"

She lowered her head, staring at the chat window in her hands.

A few seconds later, her phone vibrated lightly.

Her mother had replied.

"Okay."

Tuesday, Noon, Library Classroom L501—Study Group eting

Today was Tuesday—the first official session of their study group… not that there were many mbers to begin with.

"Ah, Commander! Ti for another sortie!

Pink, sparkle!!"

A cute, high-pitched voice blared from Yaqiao Mu’s phone. His fingers moved at lightning speed, rapidly switching between characters in his ga and unleashing their abilities to defeat the endless waves of small enemies.

Nearby, Spencer sat with her lips pursed, watching as the last golden bomb pig in her mobile ga was launched from a slingshot, soaring toward a group of brightly colored birds.

"Awoooo!!"

But sothing went wrong—maybe it was the launch order, maybe the angle was off.

She was down to her last pig, and there were still a ton of birds left to defeat.

"Boom!"

As expected, one pig alone wasn’t enough.

Even the most powerful golden bomb pig couldn’t break through the birds' lavishly built fortress.

"Failure~"

The glaring red FAILED sign flashed on her screen. Spencer gritted her teeth, a vein popping on her forehead.

A second later, she slamd her hand on the desk and turned angrily toward Yaqiao Mu, who was sitting a little distance away, fully imrsed in his ga.

"This is all your fault!! Can’t you play more quietly?! You totally ruined my round!!"

Yaqiao Mu, dumbfounded, lowered his phone and pointed at himself.

"What?! How is that my fault?"

"That stupid ga of yours! Why do the girls keep shouting all the ti?!"

"...You just suck. Play more and get better."

Yaqiao Mu smirked, making a crab-claw gesture with his hands as he teased,

"Even elentary school kids can beat that level. And here you are, sweating over it, blaming everyone else..."

Spencer imdiately stood up, fuming.

"What did you just say?! Say that again!!"

Seeing Spencer about to throw hands, Yaqiao Mu’s face turned pale. He quickly yelled,

"But it’s true!! Gwak! W-what are you gonna do?!"

"Click~"

Just as Spencer was about to lose it, the door suddenly opened.

Standing in the doorway, holding three cups of bubble tea, was Yan Huan.

"President! Save !!"

"...Huh?"

Spencer turned her head, her raised fist frozen mid-air—her eyes landing on the three bags of bubble tea in Yan Huan’s hands.

"Sit down, we’re starting."

Yan Huan walked over to the table and handed one of the drinks to Yaqiao Mu.

"Thanks, President."

Spencer glanced at Yaqiao Mu, then turned her gaze to the two remaining drinks in Yan Huan’s hands.

She blinked.

Then, she quietly counted the number of people in the room.

One, two, three…

Wait.

After confirming the headcount, she looked at Yan Huan—who was pulling out chairs and setting up study materials with an unreadable expression.

And then, a slow, knowing smirk spread across her face.

This guy… Always saying he hates , but he still brought

bubble tea.

A textbook case of a tsundere little fish~

After all, back when she ssed with him, he had responded so sincerely—maybe he had been secretly thinking about her body these past few days, unable to get it out of his mind.

Well then…

Let

be the one to tear off your fake mask, President Yan~

Spencer cleared her throat, casually flicked a lock of her long, wavy blonde hair, and silently took the seat across from Yan Huan.

"......"

Resting her chin on her hand, Spencer tilted her head back and smiled up at him.

Yan Huan, who had just taken out the study materials, glanced at her. That mischievous, almost villainous grin on her face was downright annoying no matter how he looked at it.

But he didn’t say much. He simply handed her a reading comprehension exercise, saying,

"We’ll go through two of these exercises today. Look it over first."

Spencer blinked, briefly glancing at the paper he handed her before shifting her gaze to the bubble tea sitting on the desk beside him.

Hmph. She clicked her tongue internally, thinking:

"Yan Huan is so annoyingly uptight—acting all high and mighty, pretending like he’s above it all. Even if he went out of his way to buy

bubble tea, he still has to be all roundabout about it and drag it out forever."

Well, whatever. That’s just how East Continent people are~

Since you brought

bubble tea, I guess I’ll humor you and play along, little fish~

She reached out and took the worksheet from him, grabbing a pen to skim through it.

Then, in her ssy, slanted handwriting, she proudly scrawled her na at the top, smirking.

"Looks like I’m not that bad at reading after all! I can understand all these passages and questions!"

Yan Huan didn’t respond, only continued sorting through another set of test papers.

Only Yaqiao Mu, sipping his bubble tea, casually strolled over and bluntly pointed out,

"Well, yeah, duh. This is an elentary school entrance exam. If you couldn’t read it, I’d suggest starting life over."

"...Elentary school entrance exam?"

Spencer froze.

She quickly glanced at the footer of the worksheet.

Clear as day, it read:

"Linn Sixth Grade Grammar Test."

Her face instantly darkened.

She shot a look at Yaqiao Mu, who was still lazily sipping his pearl milk tea.

Watching those huge black tapioca pearls disappear into his mouth through the transparent plastic straw, she took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to Yan Huan.

Yan Huan sighed, assuming she was upset about doing elentary-level exercises, and explained,

"You’ll go through the material sester by sester. This week is just an assessnt phase."

But Spencer was no longer listening.

Her arms were folded, her eyes locked onto the bubble tea beside him.

"......"

Holding her pen, she kept sneaking glances at Yan Huan while pretending to focus on the worksheet.

She watched as he neatly packed up his study materials, opened the plastic seal of one of the bubble tea cups, and inserted a straw.

Heh.

Now both drinks are opened.

Only one remains.

Way too obvious, Yan Huan~

You can’t hold back much longer, can you?

Just hurry up and hand

that bubble tea already. Stop acting all reserved and shy.

But…

Why wasn’t he making a move?

…Wait.

Could it be… a “reward” for finishing the test?

Spencer scratched her chin as a vivid image ford in her mind:

A colorful peacock and a pitch-black crow stood on either side of a golden bomb pig, both staring intently as the pig scribbled away at its test paper.

The mont the pig finished the last question and handed over the sheet—

The crow gasped in shock:

"Hiss! It got every answer right!! This is terrifying!!"

The peacock lowered its elegant head, looking at the golden bomb pig with newfound respect:

"I misjudged you before, Bomb Pig. I never knew you were this intelligent."

The golden bomb pig puffed out its chest proudly, saying nothing—exuding the aura of a true master.

The crow sobbed:

"She’s not only smart but also so humble—I’m crying!!"

The peacock, filled with admiration, offered up a bubble tea bathed in divine golden light:

"As an apology for misunderstanding you before, take this legendary QQNeNe Ultra-Delicious pu Tea."

Back in reality, Spencer’s tongue instinctively ran over her sharp little fang.

Yeah. She wanted that bubble tea.

She clenched her pen, suddenly filled with motivation, adopting a determined “ti to ace this test” posture.

anwhile, Yan Huan quietly sipped his bubble tea, completely unaware of whatever ridiculous thoughts were running through her head.

Well, at least she was motivated.

He glanced down at his phone, ntally noting the ti.

"Almost ti for that."

Just as Spencer fully imrsed herself in furiously scribbling down answers, the door to the study room creaked open.

"Creak~"

Spencer turned her head and saw a girl standing at the entrance.

She wore a delicate floral camisole dress, layered with a white cropped cardigan.

A small handbag dangled from her wrist, and a red floral hairpin adorned her hair.

Her sleek black hair cascaded down, shimring softly under the light, reflecting the starry glint in her eyes.

It was Bai Yi.

She stepped inside, smiling shyly at the group.

"Sorry, Yan Huan, Yaqiao-kun, I’m a little late."

Yaqiao Mu, still sipping his bubble tea, waved a hand dismissively.

"It’s fine, we just started."

Since Bai Yi and Yaqiao Mu were both in Class B, they were at least familiar with each other.

Spencer, however, blinked, taking in the fresh and elegant appearance of the girl—her simple outfit enhancing her pure and radiant charm.

Like a tall, graceful red-crowned crane.

Yan Huan glanced at Bai Yi as she approached, noting her outfit before casually picking up a worksheet.

"Here’s your study material."

"Thank you~"

Bai Yi bead sweetly as she accepted it.

Then, Yan Huan picked up the last remaining bubble tea and handed it to her.

"Oh, and I brought you a drink too."

"Thank you!"

"Crack!"

Spencer had only been observing this new girl with mild curiosity—until she saw that.

Yan Huan, handing her bubble tea…

To Bai Yi.

Her mouth fell slightly open.

Only now did she realize—that bubble tea was never ant for her.

It was always for Bai Yi.

"Plop~"

The pen in her hand slipped and hit the desk, drawing Yaqiao Mu’s attention.

Yaqiao Mu glanced at her, then at Bai Yi accepting the bubble tea with a bright smile.

And then, he glanced back at Spencer, staring at the drink as if she had just been betrayed.

A second later, he couldn’t hold back his laughter.

With a smirk eerily reminiscent of a smug

cat, he pointed at her and burst out:

"Spencer, don’t tell … you actually thought the President got that bubble tea for you?!"

"You're Dreaming If You Think the President Got That Bubble Tea for You!"

"Is This Right, Spencer?!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Yan Huan blinked, montarily caught off guard.

Bai Yi, holding the cup of bubble tea, also looked over in confusion, not understanding what had just happened.

She didn’t notice that Spencer’s face was getting redder and redder, her cheeks puffing up like a balloon.

It was like watching a golden bomb pig surrounded by three dazzling birds, its cheeks swelling with frustration, radiating an ominous glow from within...

The Bomb Pig—ACTIVATING!!

Spencer clenched her fist tighter and tighter, while Yaqiao Mu, completely oblivious, clutched his stomach and laughed like he was watching a clown act.

But only Yan Huan knew—

Yaqiao Mu was now one step away from death.

"Yaqiao!"

"You're dead, Yaqiao Mu!!"

In the next second, Spencer’s expression darkened as she launched herself forward, fist flying straight for Yaqiao Mu’s head.

"WHOOOSH!!"

Her punch roared through the air.

Yaqiao Mu was still grinning—but as he saw the terrifying power behind the incoming fist, his expression went through several rapid changes:

From laughter…

To a nervous smile…

To shock…

To pure terror…

To begging for rcy.

"President, save—"

He desperately leaned back, as if ti itself had slowed.

The good news: Spencer’s fist also seed to slow down.

The bad news: His own body was even slower.

MOVE, DAMN LEGS!!

Or else your head is going to die before you do!!

Just as Yaqiao Mu was about to ntally accept his GG, a gentle female voice suddenly called out behind them—

"Spencer… right? Why don’t you take this bubble tea instead?"

"WHOOOSH!!"

Spencer’s fist froze just before making contact with Yaqiao Mu’s face.

The wind pressure ruffled his hair slightly.

Feeling like he had just been granted a divine pardon, Yaqiao Mu let out a huge sigh of relief and turned—along with Spencer—to look at Bai Yi.

She smiled sweetly, holding out the bubble tea.

"I can always go buy another one later. Here, you can have this one."

"......"

Spencer stared at her, stunned.

For a mont, she seed caught off guard by Bai Yi’s bright and sunny expression.

Then, her surprise quickly turned into hostility.

She clicked her tongue and scoffed,

"I don’t want it. Gross."

"...Eh?"

Bai Yi, offering her warm generosity, was imdiately t with cold rejection.

She stood there, holding the drink awkwardly, at a complete loss.

Behind her, Yaqiao Mu, still clutching his face, couldn’t hold back his outburst.

"She’s being nice, and you're just throwing attitude?! And you still think you deserve bubble tea? You can drink air!!"

...You're doing it again, Yaqiao Mu.

Spencer turned around with murderous intent and growled,

"You got a death wish, Yaqiao Mu?"

"......"

But Yaqiao Mu had already scooted far away, now leaning against the window ledge.

He didn’t dare respond—just stared at her from a safe distance.

Before Spencer could make a move, a rolled-up test paper smacked her on the head.

"SMACK!"

"What the hell?!"

She turned to glare at Yan Huan, who had just hit her with the paper.

She was about to snap at him when he calmly stated—

"Are you doing the test or not? If not, leave the study group. I’ll talk to the principal, and after he notifies your guardian, you won’t have to co back."

Spencer froze for a mont.

Then, begrudgingly picked up her pen again and muttered,

"...Fine, I’ll do it!"

"......"

Silence returned to the room.

Bai Yi, still holding the bubble tea, glanced at Spencer, who had her head down, looking beyond irritated as she scribbled on the test paper.

She pondered.

She hadn’t been acting purely out of kindness earlier.

That bubble tea was originally ant for her. No way did she actually want to give it up.

But she thought—

Wouldn’t this be a good opportunity to show Yan Huan my kindness?

Maybe earn so favor points?

So, she had reluctantly offered the drink to Spencer.

But the look Spencer had given her—

That one glance had made Bai Yi feel exposed.

Like Spencer had seen straight through her intentions—seen exactly why she had made the offer.

And in that instant, her expression had changed into one of pure disgust.

"......"

Bai Yi glanced at Spencer again.

And just like that, she also started to feel an instinctive dislike toward her.

She didn’t like this girl.

"Take a seat, Bai Yi. Try to finish this set of questions by lunchti."

Snapping out of her thoughts, Bai Yi smiled politely at Yan Huan and replied,

"Got it."

Later, as the Study Session Wrapped Up…

"So, Yan Huan—didn’t you say I just need to win the Club Competition to avoid expulsion? Then why the hell do I have to attend this dumb study group?!"

As lunchti approached, Spencer looked utterly drained, staring lifelessly at Yan Huan, who was grading her test with a red pen.

Yaqiao Mu, back to playing mobile gas, smirked and shook his head at her.

Good thing Spencer’s brain was too fried at the mont to care—otherwise, another brawl would’ve broken out.

Yan Huan, still marking the paper, replied matter-of-factly,

"Winning the Club Competition only stops you from getting expelled this ti. It’s not a get-out-of-jail-free card."

He placed the corrected test in front of her and tapped the desk.

"Even if you win, you still need credits to graduate. That ans grades. That ans exams."

"With Your Current Skills, You're Dood Anyway."

Yan Huan tapped his red pen against Spencer’s graded test paper, sighing.

"With how badly you’re doing on these seventh-grade tests, you’re bound to fail at so point."

Spencer shot him an annoyed glare, pouting slightly but unable to co up with a retort.

Instead, Yaqiao Mu chid in from the side, adding,

"You’re so slow at these middle school-level exercises. I already finished grading Bai Yi’s test ages ago, and you’re still struggling through yours. At least study on your own sotis, instead of always relying on us to patch up your giant holes in the sky!"

"......"

Spencer flicked a glance toward Bai Yi, who was sipping her pearl milk tea, before scoffing.

Then, without warning, she snatched Yaqiao Mu’s phone right out of his hands.

"Oi! What the hell?! Give that back!!"

"Hm?"

Spencer casually raised a fist, imdiately shutting Yaqiao Mu up.

He froze, filled with rage but too scared to act, as she tilted her head down and inspected the ga running on his screen.

"What’s this ga? Why are all these cartoon characters just staring at ?"

She blinked, seemingly unfamiliar with this type of ga, and questioned Yaqiao Mu.

Yaqiao Mu hesitated for a second before muttering,

"You should just stick to Angry Pigs. This ga’s way too deep for you."

"Heh?"

Spencer let out a cold laugh.

She had no idea how to play this ga, so she randomly tapped on one of the in-ga characters on the screen.

"Mmm~ Commander, don’t~ But… if it’s just a little… I guess… it’s okay…

After all, I love you the most, Commander!"

"......"

Spencer remained clueless.

But Yan Huan and Yaqiao Mu froze in place.

Yan Huan blinked, looking over at Yaqiao Mu and asking,

"…Why have I never heard this voice line before?"

Yaqiao Mu’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open as he stamred,

"H-hold on—HOW did you trigger that?! That’s a secret voice line! I’ve NEVER unlocked it before!!"

"Huh? What’s all this hidden-secret nonsense?"

Yaqiao Mu, now in full panic mode, snatched his phone back and tapped the sa spot Spencer had just touched.

"Commander, please don’t do that…

I… I’m not ready… yet…"

Yaqiao Mu’s face turned pale.

He looked at his phone in complete despair, turned to Yan Huan, and practically cried,

"President! Look! THIS is the normal voice line!!"

"......"

Yan Huan didn’t know what to say, so he just turned to look at Spencer instead.

Spencer, however, grinned evilly—because watching Yaqiao Mu suffer was pure joy.

With one swift motion, she snatched the phone back again and aggressively started tapping the sa spot.

"Mmm~ Commander, that place…

I... I like it~"

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Yaqiao Mu was on the verge of tears, watching his beloved ga waifu say voice lines he had never heard before—all triggered by Spencer of all people.

He clutched his phone as if his soul had just shattered, his hands trembling as he mumbled,

"M-my beloved Star-chan… What have they done to you…? Why are you like this now?!"

Yan Huan, anwhile, squinted slightly at Spencer.

There was only one explanation for this strange phenonon.

Her Modifier.

Just then, Bai Yi—still feeling good from today's session—spoke up,

"Yan Huan, let’s et up on Thursday to finalize the weekend plans. I need so help with outfit ideas… I’m not great at picking out guys' outfits, so…"

Today had actually been a great day for Bai Yi.

Her grades weren’t that great, so she had been nervous about attending this study session.

After all, when you're around soone you have a slight crush on, you always want to show your best side.

Sure, so girls used the classic "Oh no~ I'm so bad at this~ Can you help , big bro~?" strategy to make guys feel protective and competent.

But that tactic only works if the guy sees you as cute and vulnerable.

Not if he looks at you and thinks, "Damn, this girl is actually a total idiot."

So, before today, Bai Yi had worried that her poor academics would make her look completely hopeless in front of Yan Huan.

But when she got here—

She realized there was an even bigger idiot in the room.

Thanks to Spencer, Bai Yi’s own below-average grades suddenly looked decent in comparison.

This made her completely relax.

Now she could focus on her real goal—getting closer to Yan Huan.

Yan Huan tapped his chin, considering her words.

"Hmm… I don’t really know what kind of outfit would suit your MV, but we can discuss it together and get a professional’s opinion."

"Mm-hmm! I’ll send you ideas on Plane if I think of anything!"

"Sounds good."

As the two chatted, Spencer sat with her arms crossed, eavesdropping.

Her gaze landed on Bai Yi, who was looking at Yan Huan with way too much interest.

Without realizing it, Spencer’s long golden hair started shining brighter, almost curling into invisible bull horns, releasing an aura of hostility.

She subtly withdrew her gaze and looked over at Yaqiao Mu, still devastated over his corrupted ga waifu.

"Thursday…"

She had locked onto one critical piece of information from their conversation.

And in her scheming little mind, a new plan took form.

Her tongue ran over her sharp little fang, and she murmured under her breath,

"Don’t forget… I still have five chances to drag you down into depravity…

"What kind of face will you make on Thursday, President Yan?"