"Boom!"
As Yan Huan walked down the corridor, his pupils contracted suddenly, and a strange sensation rushed through him. A powerful current seed to surge up his spine, shooting directly to his brain. His mind blanked out for a mont, and his body softened involuntarily.
"Ugh!"
Huh? What was that? Could there really be... another expert?
Yan Huan staggered, nearly collapsing to the floor. At the last mont, he managed to catch himself by pressing a hand against the wall. Even so, his hand tingled uncomfortably, as if sinking into cotton, forcing him to withdraw quickly.
"Hah... hah... hah..." He panted heavily, his body trembling slightly. That sensation just now… it was overwhelmingly intense. If it weren’t for his resistance dampening most of it…
Hiss! He couldn’t even imagine.
Despite his resistance, the feedback was still intense. Looking down instinctively, he…
"Mr. Niu, the teacher didn’t call you—why did you stand up to answer the question?"
"Because I’m kind."
Yan Huan gasped as a cool breeze brushed against his face, the chill bringing him back to his senses. He realized his forehead was already drenched in sweat.
The Modifier... Could this be the effect of the fourth Modifier?
"Yan Huan..."
At that mont, ow-chan appeared beside him, her expression filled with concern.
"Are you okay?"
"I’m fine. Just... hiss..." The lingering sensation returned like a tide, not reaching a peak but impossible to resist.
Bent over, Yan Huan warily scanned his surroundings, but the corridor was eerily quiet. There wasn’t a single soul in sight.
"The fourth Modifier’s host is in our school too, but I didn’t see where she was..."
"Wait, ow, it seems like the resistance I gave you was partially bypassed," ow-chan explained anxiously.
"Bypassed?" Yan Huan was incredulous.
"Yes," ow-chan said hurriedly. "The resistance only worked at 70% capacity. This Modifier has a very unique characteristic—it seems capable of partially ignoring resistance, which is why you’re feeling this way..."
You’ve got penetration effects?!
Yan Huan bent over, montarily speechless. Even more troubling was his choice of attire—loose, black pants, particularly conspicuous today.
anwhile, "Mr. Niu" continued its stubborn rebellion, refusing to settle down, seemingly entering "Gundam mode."
The sudden, unseen attack left Yan Huan no ti to identify the culprit. Worse still, faint voices echoed from the staircase.
"Hehe, Ying Gong, when can I visit your house to see that cat again?"
It was You Anlina!
"Mm, iyue’s almost recovered. How about this weekend?"
And Ying Gong Tong!
"Saturday? I’ll drop by!"
"Not Sunday?"
"Sunday, I’m heading to the Linn gaming expo. It’s a huge event—super fun. Ying Gong, want to co along?"
"Um, I’ll think about it."
"Don’t even think about it! Every ti you say that, it’s a no-show! Plus, I heard Yaqiao and the president are going too. Didn’t they tell you?"
"...Really?"
Damn. Ying Gong Tong and You Anlina were coming back!
Yan Huan checked his phone in a panic. He’d missed the group chat notifications since he’d set them to silent.
Ying Gong: "President, we’ll be back shortly to discuss the upcoming club competition."
The problem? In his current state, he absolutely couldn’t let them see him. If anyone in the Student Council found out, his presidency might be over.
Hiding in the restroom seed like a good option—waiting for "Mr. Niu" to calm down. Unfortunately, the corridor leading to the top floor restroom was the only path available.
This ant he’d inevitably run into Ying Gong Tong and You Anlina ascending the stairs.
The only choice was to stay hidden at the corner until they entered the Student Council office and shut the door, giving him a chance to slip away.
Yan Huan crouched, leaning against the cool tiles to lower his body temperature.
Be good, "Mr. Niu," behave!
But "Mr. Niu" refused to comply, ignoring all his pleas.
Ying Gong Tong, wearing a Western-style dress, and the bouncy You Anlina reached the top floor and soon arrived at the office door.
Ying Gong gently knocked, her elegant fingers tapping lightly.
"President, we’re back."
"......"
No response.
You Anlina tilted her head. "Is the president not here?"
She grabbed the doorknob with a playful "heave-ho," opening the door to reveal the empty office.
"Not here! Maybe the president went to the restroom. Let’s wait for them here."
You Anlina plopped onto the leather sofa, but Ying Gong Tong remained cautious. Always intrigued by Yan Huan’s actions, she couldn’t let it go so easily. Even if he went to the restroom, she needed to investigate.
Her eyes glimred, and instead of entering the office, she activated her Room Barrier to review the surveillance footage.
On the screen, Yan Huan sat at his desk reviewing docunts.
Then ca loud, rude knocks at the door—clearly soone kicking it.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"Who’s there?"
"The president spoke calmly.
", Spencer."
That person?! Ying Gong’s expression darkened. She watched as Yan Huan got up and opened the door, his expression souring.
"Let’s talk outside," Yan Huan said.
"OK~"
Ying Gong dispelled the footage and frowned. Yan Huan was alone with Spencer and still hadn’t returned.
Back at the office, You Anlina sipped red tea happily. "Hey, Ying Gong, you’re not coming in?"
"I... need to use the restroom."
"Alrighty, heehee, your tea..."
Ignoring her, Ying Gong shut the office door and walked away.
Nearby, ow-chan whispered to Yan Huan, "Don’t move—Ying Gong Tong’s still outside."
Ying Gong?
Yan Huan froze, resisting the discomfort. Ying Gong Tong approached the intersection. A turn to the right would reveal Yan Huan; to the left lay an empty corridor with staircases and the restroom.
Standing there, Ying Gong hesitated, pulling out her phone and calling Yan Huan.
Good thing he had set his phone to silent.
Sweating, Yan Huan let it ring without answering.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
Unanswered, Ying Gong grew even more suspicious. What could Spencer and the president be talking about?
Ying Gong Tong turned and decided to check the direction of the restroom.
This week, one of her barriers was already set up in the equipnt room behind the gymnasium. The other barrier required her to deactivate the Student Council’s protection to use it. She preferred not to resort to that unless absolutely necessary.
Walking toward the restroom, she called out softly,
"President! Are you in the restroom?"
On the other side, Yan Huan heard her voice and gave ow-chan a wry smile.
"She’s definitely looking for ..."
"ow~"
anwhile, An Le, who had caused this ss, was hiding as well. She had seen Yan Huan earlier, barely able to stand as he leaned against the wall, and it scared her too much to look again.
Crouched behind a wall, hugging her knees, she glanced at her pinky finger in panic.
"W-what should I do? I didn’t an for this to happen... I just..."
“......”
The pinky finger was speechless.
The plan had been perfect: let her experience a little taste of the Modifier’s power, enjoy it, and then gradually increase the intensity. Was there anything wrong with that approach? None whatsoever!
But who could have predicted that she’d screw it up this badly?
They had explicitly warned her to only use a tiny bit. But no, she’d gone ahead and poured everything into it, flooding Yan Huan completely!
What did she think this was, one of those ridiculous gal gas?
Now the aftermath was a disaster. An Le would likely avoid using the Modifier for a long ti out of guilt.
The pinky finger sighed inwardly. Why did I get stuck with such an idiotic host?
So there they were, two fugitives hiding out—An Le, consud by guilt, and the pinky finger, lanting its unfortunate fate.
As An Le wallowed, Ying Gong Tong’s voice drifted closer.
"President! Are you in the restroom?"
An Le’s tear-streaked eyes blinked. She exchanged a glance with the exasperated pinky finger beside her.
At the restroom door, Ying Gong Tong called out again. Seeing no one around, she first entered the won’s restroom. Finding nothing, she narrowed her eyes and walked into the n’s restroom without hesitation.
The top floor was usually only accessed by Student Council mbers, so she didn’t expect anyone else to be there. She checked every stall, all empty.
“......”
Not here either.
Ying Gong Tong returned to the corridor intersection, frowning as she replayed the earlier scene in her mind. She rembered Yan Huan pointing in a direction and saying, “Over there.” That ant whatever they were discussing had occurred on this floor.
If he wasn’t in the restroom, then...
Her sharp gaze scanned toward where Yan Huan was hiding. She lifted a foot, ready to head in that direction.
"Yan Huan! She’s coming!"
ow-chan, startled, quickly warned him.
Yan Huan, however, remained calm, his eyes closed as he muttered under his breath,
"An eternal frost silences all; stillness reigns in my heart..."
"What are you chanting, ow?" ow-chan asked, puzzled.
Yan Huan opened his eyes, still slightly flushed from the residual sensations. But a glance downward revealed that “Mr. Niu” had finally been pacified, seemingly enlightened into transcendence.
He sighed in relief and smiled wryly at ow-chan.
"A technique from a past life—very effective."
“......”
ow-chan stared, speechless, her cat mouth agape.
Straightening his clothes, Yan Huan stood up quietly, his expression flawlessly controlled.
As Ying Gong Tong approached, frowning and searching, she rounded the corner just as Yan Huan seed to be walking casually in her direction.
Caught off guard, both stopped briefly. Yan Huan smiled.
"Ying Gong."
"President?"
Ying Gong Tong raised her eyes to study him. She quickly noticed his slightly labored breathing and the faint sheen of sweat on his face.
What happened?
An alarm went off in her mind, though she kept her expression neutral.
"President, what were you just doing? I called you, but you didn’t answer."
"Ah, a call?" Yan Huan feigned surprise, pulling out his phone. He glanced at it and offered an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, I was busy with the study group and didn’t notice."
"Study group?"
Ying Gong Tong’s sharp gaze swept over the empty corridor Yan Huan had co from. There were a few classrooms, but nothing seed out of the ordinary.
Most concerning was the president’s state...
He looked as if he had been exercising, tired yet oddly... satisfied.
Traces of that overwhelming sensation still lingered faintly on his face, sothing Ying Gong Tong did not miss.
Satisfied?
The thought hit her like a bolt of lightning. What would leave soone in such a state of satisfaction?
Moreover, he’d just been alone with Spencer. He’d been fine before, but now…
Huh?
Ying Gong Tong’s mind went blank for a mont, her heart racing uncontrollably.
"President... this study group, was it with Spencer?"
"Spencer?" Yan Huan hesitated, then replied,
"She did stop by briefly, but she left quickly."
Even as he said it, sothing felt off.
Hiss…
Wait. Why did this feel so familiar? Like the cliché scene where the protagonist finds the heroine looking disheveled after being ravaged by so blonde-haired antagonist.
Could that sensation earlier have been part of Spencer’s Modifier too?
But if that were the case, her Modifier was ridiculously overpowered. It could manipulate consciousness, alter room rules, and even bypass resistance to induce pleasure?
Unlikely.
Yan Huan suspected that the earlier attack ca from another Modifier host.
Looking at Ying Gong Tong’s concerned expression, Yan Huan couldn’t help but worry about Spencer’s Modifier affecting her sohow.
After so thought, he smiled.
"We argued. She didn’t want to join the study group, so things ended on a bad note. I don’t get along with her—it’s better if Yaqiao helps out instead."
Hearing this, Ying Gong Tong imdiately volunteered.
"President, let help. I can handle her."
"Mm, you can help, Ying Gong. But it might be better if you assist with other students’ tasks instead."
"Why?"
Yan Huan smiled warmly.
"Because she managed to upset even . I wouldn’t want her to sour your mood too."
"Eh?" Ying Gong Tong’s eyes widened slightly. She quickly averted her gaze, her face tinged with a faint blush.
"Then, what about Yaqiao? Won’t he get upset too?"
"Maybe, but that’s why I suggested we split the responsibility. It’s all school assignnts anyway—doing our best is what counts. If You Anlina improves her grades, maybe she can help manage Spencer. That might even work better."
"Hehe..." Ying Gong Tong giggled softly, walking alongside Yan Huan as they headed back toward the Student Council office.
"Maybe You Anlina can be our secret weapon."
"Exactly..."
From her hiding spot, An Le peeked out nervously. What she saw froze her in place: Yan Huan and Ying Gong Tong, a handso pair, walking and chatting happily.
Yan Huan’s gaze lingered on Ying Gong Tong, his expression soft and warm. Ying Gong Tong, blushing, covered her mouth as she laughed.
An Le’s tear-filled eyes widened in shock.
Beside her, the pinky finger flicked its tongue, glancing between her and the duo. Malicious intent flickered in its serpentine eyes.
"Ah, looks like it’s all fine now. Thanks to Ying Gong, it doesn’t even matter if you made him uncomfortable. As long as she’s there, everything’s fine."
"Huh?" An Le looked at the pinky finger, startled.
"Seeing them now, they’re quite the match, don’t you think?"
M-match? Yan Huan and Ying Gong Tong?
An Le’s face turned pale as waves of self-doubt surged through her, making her wish she could vanish into the ground.
The pinky finger seized the mont, its voice oozing temptation.
"But don’t give up. She doesn’t have your special abilities. Next ti, if you don’t ss up like this, you’ll have a real chance to make him happy."
"R-really?"
"Of course. Why would I lie to you? After all..."
The pinky finger sighed and fixed its gaze on An Le.
In its crimson eyes, her reflection grew increasingly distorted.
"You’re the chosen one in this world.
"Do whatever you want."
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