"Hmm..."
Thursday, noon, at the Doujin Club’s activity room.
An Le was alone, sweeping the room, when she casually picked up a doujinshi that Spencer had left lying around without bothering to hide.
Ever since Monday, when Spencer rented this classroom, An Le had been coming here frequently.
It wasn’t just because she was, in na, the Vice President of the Doujin Club. More importantly, ever since You Anlina had publicly announced that she and Yan Huan were childhood sweethearts, she had been attracting far more attention than she was comfortable with.
To escape the constant scrutiny, and to protect the rare and precious little haven that was the Doujin Club, she had started coming here regularly.
Now, thanks to her efforts, the Doujin Club’s room was spotless and tidy.
After picking up the book, Little Finger, perched on An Le’s shoulder, poked its tiny head out and glanced at the cover.
After sizing it up for a mont, it flicked its tongue and comnted,
"Whoa. ‘My Cold-Faced Boss Slowly Made
Forget About My Husband at Ho’... Another plunder-type doujin, huh?"
"An Le, don’t say I didn’t warn you—you better be careful. Otherwise, you might actually end up as the poor victim in one of these stories."
An Le pressed her lips together. She knew Little Finger was reminding her to be wary of Spencer.
But after a brief mont of thought, she simply shook her head and said,
"This is just the kind of doujin Spencer likes. I also enjoy reading so... unusual things, but that doesn’t an I’m that kind of person in real life, right?"
"Heh~ But don’t forget, Spencer is an open-book idiot. She can’t even tell the difference between fiction and reality."
An Le neither agreed nor disagreed. She simply picked up the doujin and slid open the tatami’s hidden compartnt, carefully returning it to the exact spot where it had been stored.
"Precisely because Spencer can’t hide anything, isn’t it obvious? She doesn’t have that kind of romantic interest in Xiaohuan at all. On the contrary, she hates him."
An Le had triple-checked this fact. Spencer did not like Yan Huan in a romantic way.
That was the very foundation of her confidence in dismissing all of Little Finger’s concerns.
Little Finger flicked its tongue again and chuckled.
"Yan Huan doesn’t see you as a romantic interest either, you know. To him, you’re more like the adorable little neighbor girl he needs to take care of."
"......"
Hearing this, An Le's face turned a little pale.
After a brief silence, she suddenly turned her gaze toward the small wooden table on the tatami.
There, sitting on the table, was a bottle of mineral water bearing the Golden Lion Group’s label.
Only An Le and Little Finger knew that this bottle contained a special substance—one that could make Xiaohuan "change his heart."
When Spencer brought a whole box of Golden Lion water to the club on Tuesday, An Le had discreetly set aside the drugged one. But she had worried about storing it properly, so she sealed the liquid inside a water bottle.
And for so reason... she had brought it to school.
She stared at the bottle in silence.
And suddenly, in the depths of her mind, a mory surfaced—a scene from long ago, when she had written a script.
She had, back then, based the protagonist on Xiaohuan. Though in the end, because the illustrator’s personal "childhood friend" preference leaned elsewhere, the drawn character ended up looking nothing like Yan Huan.
But now, looking at this bottle of water, the corresponding scene beca crystal clear in her mind.
If she made Xiaohuan drink this water...
His expression would definitely be... irresistible, right?
In the stillness, An Le’s face slowly flushed pink.
Her soft lips parted slightly, releasing a faint breath of warm, sweet desire.
"THUD!"
Just as An Le was absentmindedly pressing a hand to her chest, the door behind her suddenly swung open—startling her so much that she nearly jumped in place.
"Mmh!"
She turned her head abruptly and saw—Spencer.
But today, Spencer was actually wearing a tight-fitting sports top.
Her slim, toned midsection, displaying a set of well-defined abs, only accentuated her already proud and curvy figure.
Her long, golden hair, gleaming as if it reflected light, had been tied into a low ponytail, adding an unexpectedly elegant, Eastern-style refinent to her usual appearance.
Unfortunately, any graceful beauty she possessed vanished the mont she opened her mouth.
At that mont, Spencer was busy playing "Angry Little Pigs" on her phone.
She had clearly not expected to find An Le in the clubroom.
On the phone screen, Spencer was placing a pink, round-eyed piglet onto a slingshot.
Unlike the golden bomb pig, which exploded upon impact, this pink one would bounce after hitting a structure.
It was the first special pig unlocked in the ga—but practically useless.
Swapping out the pink piglet, Spencer blinked, looked up, and asked,
"Oh? An Le, you’re here? Whatcha doin’? Your face is all red..."
"Ah... I was... just cleaning."
An Le’s legs rubbed together slightly in an awkward motion as she waved her hands nervously.
Spencer didn’t think much of it and walked toward the tatami—her target seemingly the bottle of water on the table.
"Man, I’m so thirsty. I still gotta go to the study group later—lem take a sip first."
"WAIT, SPENCER!!"
At that mont, An Le’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest.
She imdiately reached out and covered the bottle with her hands.
Spencer, about to grab the bottle, froze for a second and looked at her.
"......"
Now, you had to understand sothing about Spencer.
Originally, she didn’t care about this bottle of water at all.
To her, most things were boring and aningless.
But.
If soone showed any special attachnt to an object—suddenly, she wanted it.
Spencer eyed An Le, who was now protectively shielding the bottle.
Her interest was imdiately piqued.
However, looking at An Le’s flushed face, instead of her usual mischievous, devilish grin, she paused and asked instead,
"Hah? What’s up with you? It’s just water."
"Uh... I... I already drank from it, so..."
Spencer rubbed her chin.
She tried to think deeply about this statent but found no logical conclusion.
However, her instincts told her that An Le was lying.
As she stared at An Le, her vision seed to distort slightly—her mind subconsciously reinterpreting what she was seeing.
The next thing she knew, An Le’s appearance had warped.
She was no longer a girl.
Instead, before Spencer’s eyes stood a round, soft, pink Q-piglet, gazing up at her with teary, watery eyes.
Spencer didn't press further about the water.
Instead, she suddenly rembered sothing and asked,
"Oh right! I’m going to the study group today—wanna co?"
"Huh? Why so sudden—"
Spencer scratched the back of her head.
As she t the pink piglet’s pleading, glistening gaze, she smacked her chest confidently and declared,
"Didn’t I promise to help you get Yan Huan?"
A true, ride-or-die sister mont.
And then, she added,
"It’s not just the study group—Yan Huan's eting with that, uh... idol girl today. Sothing about filming an A... um, V? Whatever. They seed really into it."
At those words—
Little Finger's expression instantly beca dead-fish-eyed.
And An Le’s face flushed red at an alarming speed.
Her eyes widened as she suddenly clamped a hand onto Spencer’s shoulder.
"Spencer! Do you even know what you're saying?! A...A..."
Spencer turned her head to look at An Le, confused about why she was reacting so strongly.
An Le took a deep breath and asked, "The idol... are you talking about Bai Yi, the one who visited our club on Monday?"
Spencer blinked and recalled the person in question.
In her mind, a tall red-crowned crane appeared.
Crossing her arms, she nodded. "Yeah, sounds like her, ow."
"And the 'V' you ntioned, what exactly does that an?"
"Sothing about a new song..."
"That’s MV!! MV!!"
An Le let out a deep breath, her face flushing red as she corrected Spencer.
Spencer, however, impatiently brushed An Le's hand aside. "Sa thing, isn’t it? So, are you coming or not? I'm just trying to help you get Yan Huan—after all, those two seem like a good match."
An Le froze for a mont, thinking back to Bai Yi's dazzling presence on stage at the convention.
With her personality, family background, and looks, Bai Yi was flawless.
Boys—including Xiaohuan—would naturally be drawn to soone like her, right?
As she thought this, Spencer was picturing a peacock and a red-crowned crane intertwining their necks and singing together.
Either way, the result would be the sa.
"I'll go... I'm going..."
After a mont of silence, An Le finally spoke.
"Good, then let’s head out."
Spencer nodded and started walking toward the library.
An Le quickly grabbed her hand. "But, Spencer, how exactly do you plan to help
get Xiaohuan?"
Spencer froze for a second, then turned back, looking a bit guilty.
She had looked up a strategy last night, flipping through the Oxford Dictionary.
And she did find a thod...
But just thinking about it made her feel embarrassed, like Yue Buqun reading the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual" and seeing the words "Must self-castrate first."
Even though she hesitated, Spencer had absolute confidence in herself.
Last ti, she had completely crushed that small fry, Yan Huan, without even trying.
This ti, fully prepared, his defeat was inevitable!
"Uh... Okay, you distract Bai Yi, and I'll make sure nothing happens between her and Yan Huan."
Little Finger imdiately rolled its eyes. "Wait, why does it feel like we’re actually helping Bai Yi instead? Are we sure this is the right play?"
An Le hesitated before saying, "Isn’t this... kind of unfair? I heard that Bai Yi agreed to sing for free at the Club Competition’s opening and closing ceremonies.
"If we ss things up, Xiaohuan’s work will beco much harder...
"And besides, Spencer, weren’t you supposed to be helping ?
"How about... you distract Bai Yi, and I’ll go talk to Xiaohuan alone?"
Spencer rubbed her chin. "Hmm... You? You sure you can handle it?"
An Le pressed her lips together, her gaze flickering toward the bottle of Golden Lion water on the table.
Then, she finally said, "I’ll do my best."
"Alright then, let’s go."
Spencer didn’t really care—as long as Yan Huan was taken away from all those pretty birds, she was fine with whoever took him.
Even if she ended up taking him first, she wouldn’t mind handing him over to An Le afterward.
She waved her hand and turned to leave.
Behind her, An Le let out a relieved sigh, then imdiately turned to grab the bottle of water.
At the sa ti, she convinced herself, "This is just a backup plan. If it really cos down to it, then—"
Little Finger sneered, "Pfft, 'if it really cos down to it'... Girl, you have no plan. We both know you’re going straight for the nuclear option.
"I'm so smart—I’ve already seen through everything~"
An Le shot Little Finger a glare. "Yeah, right. You totally misjudged Spencer. She’s actually genuinely helping , not like what you said."
Little Finger let out a knowing chuckle.
In the library’s L502 classroom, Yan Huan had arrived early and was waiting alone.
On Tuesday, when he had discussed the MV with Bai Yi, he had deliberately let Spencer overhear everything.
Now, he was waiting for her to make a move.
And when she did, he would make sure she failed and got punished for it.
ow-chan was right—the real challenge was whether he could resist.
If only, on Sunday, he had chosen the "Celibate Ascetic" trait...
Though he could still reset his form to remove curses, ow-chan had warned him that Modifier Level 5 transformations were rare.
The Eunuch Curse could beco permanent.
As much as he hated how easily his "little head" overpowered his "big head
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