Restricted fantasy invasion

Chapter 74. It’s never too late to mend the fold

"Well, so, Spencer, do you need to gather four people to create a club now?"

In the forest park, Anle asked this as he looked at Spencer jumping down from the tree in front of him.

Before, before Anle looked around to find something to put under Spencer, she seemed to have found a way by instinct.

First, he found a tree that was relatively close to the wall, then jumped from the wall, and actually jumped a distance of three or four meters, and jumped onto the tree.

Then he slowly climbed down from the tree and finally managed to get into the school.

"Could this guy be a transformed Mara?"

Little Finger was amazed by what he saw.

Spencer sat in front of Anle, folded his hands and nodded, and said to Anle,
"Anyway, Yan Huan said so. I have to participate in the club war and win in order to avoid being expelled. Because I beat up that guy who took sides on behalf of Park Shuwen, they probably won't accept me. I can only find one myself to participate in the competition."

Hearing this, Anle pursed her lips, feeling a little guilty.

Spencer beat up Hua Zhaofeng just for himself, and now he can't join the track and field club because of this incident.

If the club is not successfully formed,
Compared with Anle's guilt, Xiaozhi spit out his tongue and showed a puzzled look.
"Wait, why did Yan Huan tell her the method? When did their relationship become so good?"

Anle looked at Little Finger and said angrily,

"Maybe this is just Xiao Huan's duty as the student council president. Also, is it possible that Xiao Huan did this because he knew that Park Shuwen bullied me?"

"Haha, just tell me straight, you just think Yan Huan helped Spencer because of you?"

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Anle blushed, but did not speak or nod in agreement.

But the top priority now is to help Spencer avoid being expelled from school, as for the rest.
Anyway, Spencer said he would help me when the time comes!
Thinking of this, Anle's brain started working quickly.

She pursed her lips, looked at Spencer and said seriously,

"I see. Then I will join your club, Spencer."

"Oh, so now we have two people. Where are we going to find the remaining two people?"

"It shouldn't be difficult to find the remaining two students. There were still a few students who didn't join the club this morning during the club recruitment. They... well, they should be similar to me, the kind that aren't very popular in the class."

At this point, Anle glanced at Spencer cautiously and asked,
"If you don't mind, Spencer, I..."

"I don't care. My club doesn't do these kinds of things. As long as they are happy to join, that's fine."

Spencer folded his hands and said this nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Anle smiled slightly and thought to himself, "Classmate Spencer is indeed like this."

But soon, the smile faded a little, and she began to analyze it seriously.
"I still remember the names of those classmates. I can search for them in the campus mailbox, find their email addresses, and then ask them out for a chat."

"Ow."

"The most important thing now is the theme of the club and the probability of winning the club war."

"Ow."

Spencer looked at Anle in front of him and thought, as if she was his external brain.

It doesn't matter whether you can understand it or not, just show an expression that shows you are impressed.

At this point, Anle glanced at Spencer cautiously and asked,
"Student Spencer, do you know what the so-called club war is like?"

"I don't know."

Anle was not annoyed, but explained very patiently,

“Many of our activities at Totsuki Academy are completely different from those at other schools, either in terms of time or content.

“For example, when running for the student union, most schools start at the end of the school year, but our school starts at the beginning of the school year.

"It's the same with the club war. Other schools use it as a recruitment activity, but our school holds it as a grand competitive event. We even have things like 'granting the winner's wish'."

Spencer nodded in confusion, stroking his chin and muttering,

"Well, what should I wish for? Hehe, why not let those annoying guys..."

"The club hasn't even been established yet, Spencer, and you're already thinking about the reward for winning?"

Anle smiled helplessly and reminded Spencer,

"If Spencer wins, the wish will have to be used to prevent you from dropping out of school, so Xiao Huan made you have to participate in the club war and win."

"Ah? Like this."

Anle also just realized that Spencer had just sorted out this logic.

She looked at Spencer in front of her with considerable concern, wondering if it was necessary to introduce her to the rules of the club war.

After thinking about it, she decided not to tell Spencer so much at once, as she would probably forget it soon anyway.

Anle simply stood up and took out his cell phone.
"Then I'll contact those classmates first. Um, that, as I remember, it was Senior Nino from Class B of Year 1, Senior Sakawa Tatsuya from Class D of Year 2, and Senior Jiang Yun from Class C of Year ."

She entered the corresponding name into the Totsuki exclusive campus email software, and while typing the email inviting them to join, she asked Spencer,
"So, Mr. Spencer, what exactly is our club going to do?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I've already thought about it."

Spencer folded her hands and smiled confidently, causing Anle, who was typing, to look at her curiously and hear her say loudly,
"That's the book club!!"

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Anle's hand that was typing on the keyboard stopped for a moment, and he and the little finger on his shoulder stared at Spencer who was smiling freely with wide eyes.

The next second, her face flushed and she retorted,

"No, don't use something this weird as the club theme! No one will join like this!"

"Huh? Why?"

Spencer was very confused, and it seemed that Anle was not a normal person.

"Shouldn't everyone like this true story that is so popular? There were so many people lining up to buy it at the game exhibition, and you were also like that."

"How can it be real?! Spencer, you can't tell the difference between virtual and reality?"

Anle blushed, and was trying to explain the key points to Spencer, a newbie who knew nothing.

But she couldn't be as ignorant and fearless as Spencer. She just mentioned the nouns and was at a loss for words.

"All the stories there are made up! They are just comics! Especially the one you read. Pure. Pure ballet."

Anle was about to cry, so she simply covered her face in despair so that she could say the rest of the words in one breath.
"Anyway! The story inside, whether it's the reaction of the heroine, the size of the hero and the duration, it's all lies!! Do you take the tonic seriously?!"

Spencer opened his mouth, slightly startled, but retorted indignantly,
"You are lying! How can it be a lie? It's obviously true!"

"It's not real! Just like Santa Claus, it's fictional! It doesn't exist in reality!"

"What did you say?! Santa Claus is fake?"

Spencer opened her mouth wide, even more shocked than when she heard Anle refute that her pure ballet was fake.

Anle raised his head and looked at Spencer's reaction. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

The little finger on the shoulder showed a sympathetic expression.
"I don't know if I'll have the chance to meet Spencer's parents. If you can, you should persuade them to get another one if you have the chance. I'm afraid this account has been used up."

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Anle pursed her lips, but her kind nature prevented her from showing the same sympathetic expression as Little Finger.

Spencer folded his hands angrily, obviously not believing Anle's nonsense.
"Don't worry about whether Santa Claus is real or fake, just talk about the pure ballet. You say the things in it are fake, but they are obviously real!"

"How can it be true?!"

Looking at Anle's face full of doubt, Spencer, with his hands folded, opened his mouth, then seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face became slightly red.

She raised her head, and her blue eyes began to flicker.
"The size and stuff you mentioned is obviously real and I know it, so you don't have to lie to me!"

Little Finger looked at Anle with dead eyes and complained,
"What on earth is this idiot using as a reference?"

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Anle no longer wanted to debate this with Spencer. She now covered her head in doubt.

He raised his cell phone like a white flag, surrendering.
".That's it. Don't say anything more, Spencer-san."

"Hehe, you still want to deceive me?"

"woo"

Anle really wanted to die, but she also felt that it would be too unfair if she died because of something like this.

She looked at Spencer, who was standing tall and full of energy, with a sad face, and said,

"But even so, if we submit this as the club's theme to the student union, Xiao Huan will not approve it, so."

She lowered her head again, and it seemed like she had been there for a while.

"Let's change the subject, Spencer."

Hearing Anle say this, Spencer thought of Yan Huan, the guy who said one thing and did another but acted upright.

Sooner or later, she will want that guy
Spencer made an unhappy "tsk" sound, ruffled his long golden hair and stood up.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Let me think about what the theme of the club should be. You can call them out first and get everyone together first."

"Um"

Anle breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at his phone, and then his eyes lit up slightly.
"Ah, Senior Sister Jiang Yun has replied to my message and agreed to come out and meet us. We are still one person short, and we can set up a club! Oh, no, we also need a mentor, and then the school committee will approve it."

"Hehe, don't worry, leave it to me. I've asked the AI ​​butler to do it!"

"AI butler? What is that? Is there a butler who is not a real person?"

Spencer glanced at Anle, and his originally sunny expression became a little dim.

But the gloom only lasted for a moment, and then she patted her chest again, and became bright and shining again.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, it's very powerful. Come on, make an appointment with the people, and I'll treat you to food!"

"Oh, let's go. No, we still have classes in the afternoon, Spencer."

"Isn't it okay to just lift it up?"

“No way!!”

"buzz"

On the commercial street, Yan Huan's originally confused eyes gradually focused and finally became as lively as usual.

In my mind, the memory of what just happened receded like the tide, but was once again pulled back by resistance and retained in my mind.

Therefore, the new influx of revised memories seems so abrupt.

Yan Huan blinked, felt the corrected memory, and touched his shoulder that had just been bitten by Ye Shiyu.

There was a faint red mark on the skin through the clothes.

When he felt a little bit of moisture coming from above, Yan Huan quickly withdrew his hand and muttered to Miao Jiang in his mind,

"Although each modifier seems to have memory correction, the effects are not the same."

Miaojiang appeared silently on his shoulder, glanced back at Ye Shiyu who walked out of the alley with an expressionless face behind him, and replied,

"It's like this, meow. Just now, Anle touched you. If you don't resist, you will assume that the pleasure you feel is because of your affection for her, and even the pain from muscle exercise can be ignored." "Yes. Modification. Make unreasonable things reasonable. If there is no third party who is not affected by the modifier, the two parties alone will definitely not be able to break the situation. It is terrifying when used on any ordinary person."

Miao Jiang didn't explain any more because Ye Shiyu had already walked over behind her.

Yan Huan instantly put on a mask of perfect expression management. He turned around to look at Ye Shiyu, glanced at his phone, and smiled.
"It's already this late, Sister Shiyu. I have something to do at the student union at noon. I was so engrossed in shopping with you that I'm late. I have to go back to the office now. Sister Shiyu, you..."

Since the hypnosis ended, Ye Shiyu seemed like a different person.

Even though the expression was a little abnormal, it was at least "lifelike".

Unlike now, with an expressionless face, she looks like a walking beautiful girl doll.

Hearing this, she nodded and said,
"Let me take you home, Xiao Huan. It's a good opportunity for me to go back to class and take a rest."

"it is good."

Seeing the normal expression on Yan Huan's face, which showed no sign of realizing what had just happened, her heartbeat and breathing quickened a little.

Just like a murderer leisurely wandering around the crime scene without being discovered.

But when this exciting thought came to mind, what followed was a wave of strong guilt.

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There is actually quite a distance from the commercial street to the inside of the school and then to the teaching building, but maybe because she was walking side by side with Xiao Huan, Ye Shiyu always felt that time was short.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and they reached the upper floor, and it was time to say goodbye.

".Sister Shiyu, I'm going home now. See you in the elective class this afternoon."

"Yeah, see you later."

Yan Huan smiled slightly, turned around and went up the stairs, while Ye Shiyu behind him was still waving goodbye with an expressionless face.

Not until the handsome young man's back completely disappeared did Ye Shiyu slowly put down her right hand and opened her mouth with a sense of loss.

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After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards the second grade.

But as she walked, Ye Shiyu pursed her lips and her pace gradually slowed down.

She was silent, raised her white hand, and gently placed it on the collarbone on her shoulder.

It was as if there was something under that collar that made her concerned.

"what"

Her face turned slightly red, and she covered that place with her hands. It seemed that her body had gone limp and she was unable to stand, so she held on to the wall next to her.

As her black hair fell, she opened her mouth, recalling the feeling of Xiao Huan's breath hitting her mouth.
"It's almost there, almost there, the mark is there."

She pursed her lips, her deep eyes revealing dissatisfaction.

From it, a purple vortex of desire opened wide and summarized the reasons to her.

"The hypnosis time is still too short."

Ye Shiyu supported herself against the cold wall, stood up little by little, and then walked towards the second grade department.

In my hand, the screen of the mobile phone seemed to absorb food and became brighter and brighter.

"Click."

Yan Huan pushed open the door of the student union and looked up, only the petite figure of Sakuramiya Hitomi cleaning with a broom.

She cleaned the dust in the corners meticulously, as if she were running the household she lived in.

When she heard the door behind her open, she was startled and turned around.

When she saw Yan Huan, her stunned expression turned into a beautiful smile.

She lifted up the pink hair hanging down from her temples and said to Yan Huan,

"You're back, President."

Although he thought he was a little embarrassed, it was undeniable that in Yan Huan's mind, he had the feeling of a wife welcoming her husband home.

The fatigue from the previous entanglement with Ye Shiyu's modifier was somewhat swept away. He looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi in the room and always felt that she was particularly beautiful and cute today.

"What's wrong, President? Is there something strange on my body?"

Being stared at by Yan Huan, even the ladylike Sakuramiya Hitomi felt a little uncomfortable.

She took a look at the clothes she was wearing today and asked doubtfully.

Yan Huan came back to her senses, smiled and shook her head, then walked into the room.

"No, I just think it's great to be back in the Student Union office."

Sakuramiya Hitomi smiled, put the broom away, and said,

"What do you mean? Is there someone outside that is bothering the president?"

Yan Huan rubbed his shoulders and walked towards the "Student Union President" throne. He did not answer Sakuramiya Hitomi's question, but just asked,

"Where's Bai Yi? She was going to join the study group. I made an appointment with her for today, but she was delayed because of something."

"Ah, I have already helped you, President, with Bai Yi's report. I think Bai Yi came here at noon just for this matter, right? When she saw that you were not here, she chatted with me for a while and then left."

"so."

Yan Huan glanced at the back of Sakuramiya Hitomi who was standing in front of the tea table. This time, she didn't feel nervous because of the contact between Bai Yi, the host of the modifier, and Sakuramiya Hitomi.

First, Bai Yi's modifier lacks initiative and is not as destructive as others.

Second, she had just resolved a problem, and judging from how happy she sounded on the phone, she wouldn't use the modifier again right away.

In fact, in Yan Huan's opinion, Bai Yi's personality is actually quite normal. If it weren't for her mother Zuo Jiangqin, Yan Huan probably would have given up on the modifier herself before long.

So, if Bai Yi's modifier is still dangerous.
The bottleneck must lie with Zuo Jiangqin.

"President, please have some tea."

As Yan Huan was thinking, a cup of fine black tea was brought to him.

He turned his head and looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi who was smiling beautifully.

"Thank you, Sakura."

"You're welcome, President."

Yan Huan took a sip of black tea, and before he could pull his thoughts away from the editor, he opened the files piled up next to him.

The modifier needs to be solved, and these original issues also need to be solved.
But as soon as one of them was opened, the written plan and reply were revealed.

Looking at the beautiful red handwriting above, Yan Huan was slightly stunned and looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi beside him.

She smiled slightly and made another cup of black tea.
"They are just some chores. I happen to be free, so I will help the president deal with them first, so that the president won't be so tired."

Yan Huan sipped his black tea and said nothing.

But he always felt that the warm black tea was flowing from his stomach to his chest little by little, making him breathe a long sigh of relief.

He watched Sakuramiya Hitomi sipping her tea, and some words were pushed up to his throat by the warmth, and he wanted to tell Sakuramiya.

But before that, Sakuramiya Hitomi raised her eyes and looked into his eyes.

When they looked at each other, she was stunned for a moment, then looked away a little.
A second later, it moved back.

She smiled and continued,

"By the way, President, there is one more thing I may need to apologize to you for."

"Apologize. Why?"

"Regarding the incident with Spencer this morning, I was a little careless."

Sakuramiya Hitomi gave an apologetic smile, holding the warm teacup in both hands, and explained,

"I inquired privately and found out that Park Shuwen might have bullied his classmates. But I didn't consider this and thought Spencer was just being unreasonable.

"Spencer was wrong to hit someone, but she was punished and is now on the verge of expulsion. But Park Shuwen, who clearly bullied Anle, did not receive any punishment. This is not fair at all."

Sakuramiya Hitomi looked at Yan Huan and said word by word,

"I have submitted a statement to the school. Although it is of no help to Spencer's current situation, it may be able to redress the grievances that Anle suffered before."

Yan Huan, who had originally planned to investigate the matter of Park Shuwen when he came back, was suddenly stunned. He looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi in front of him and didn't expect that she had already done a lot for him before he came back.

Student union work is also good
Park Seo-moon's matter is also good
Even things like hot tea and hygiene
Sakuramiya, when the time comes and I solve the problem of the modifier, I will definitely ask Meow-chan to send you a banner!
This was a joke, but looking at Sakuramiya Hitomi in front of him, Yan Huan suddenly thought of the beginning of last semester.

At that time, because she used her connections to seize the position of vice president of Yahashiki, Yan Huan had a dissatisfaction with her for a long time and even treated her coldly.

But since when did Sakuramiya Hitomi seem to become an indispensable member of this student union?
Yan Huan couldn't quite remember it, but suddenly recalled the first time she went to her house to see the cat.

He always felt that Hitomi Sakuramiya was very similar to those furry cats.

They are all cute.

So at this moment, he moved his gaze away for the first time and did not meet Sakuramiya Hitomi's eyes.

He coughed unnaturally and said to Sakuramiya Hitomi,

"I was originally planning to look into the matter of Park Shuwen. Thank you for your help, Sakuramiya."

"It's my duty, President."

"However, regarding that Principal Spencer, he has received a lot of money from her family and will not let her drop out so easily. Now that the track and field club will not accept her, she will create a club and then participate in the club war."

"Creating your own club? If so,

"Yes, the chances of winning are slim. It's basically impossible for us to be a match for the Track and Field Club."

Yan Huan took a sip of hot tea and smiled helplessly.
"But in this case, Principal Hermes will have a reason to speak up, and he won't be speechless to the Golden Lion Group."

"Too."

Sakuramiya Hitomi smiled meaningfully and was about to say something when her peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of something on the edge of Yan Huan's collar.

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She suddenly froze in the motion of drinking tea, and even her smile faded a little.

Sakuramiya Hitomi wiped her eyes in disbelief and took a good look.

Finally, it was confirmed that it was not an illusion, but real.
Under the president's collar, there is a small strawberry-like thing?

Sakuramiya Hitomi opened her mouth, suppressed her trembling hands, and placed the teacup on the table.

She raised her finger and kept smiling, but the smile was so forced and pale.

"Um, President, there seems to be a red mark under your collar?"

Yan Huan, who was drinking tea, was also slightly stunned and turned to look at Sakuramiya Hitomi beside him.

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(End of this chapter)