novelraw Chapter 67
Chapter 67
Chapter 67
At this moment, in the cramped stall of the men's restroom, Yan Huan's eyes reflected Spencer's pretty pink face.
Spencer's looks were actually sharp and aggressive. Combined with her three-dimensional features so different from East Zhou natives, she naturally gave off a dangerous yet beautiful complexity.
People often say "the finishing touch brings the dragon to life." Now that he was close, Yan Huan felt Spencer was like a fierce dragon that some artist had given cow-eyes to. Her gaze and expression kept revealing a kind of stupidity—though admittedly, a clear and pure kind.
Her face was like an upside-down seascape. The white sand was her fair skin, surrounding that clear sea—her eyes. In the ocean reflected white clouds floating in the sky—her neat white teeth. And between those clouds, a shy red sun that she tried to hide—her tempting tongue.
Yan Huan's throat moved slightly. Normally such a small motion would be insignificant, but now it was glaringly obvious. He watched helplessly as Spencer's wide blue eyes followed the movement of his Adam's apple.
To Spencer, Yan Huan's action felt like a gun being cocked and aimed at her. Her expression instantly turned panicked, her fists clenching bit by bit, as if ready to unleash her invincible iron fist at any sign of movement from him.
Instinctively she tried to step back, but the toilet blocked her retreat. Pushed forward then back, her body pressed against Yan Huan's again. The next second, her lower abdomen seemed to sense something.
She looked down, then immediately recoiled and looked back up at Yan Huan. Up, down, confirm. Up again, down again, confirm once more. Her downward gaze seemed to trace the outline of something.
Then realization struck.
"!!"
Her face flushed several shades redder, her lips trembling, looking like her soul might leave her body. But just as her mind went blank and she was about to faint, a strange excitement suddenly flared up—like unexpectedly discovering victory in some bizarre situation.
With shaking hands she covered her mouth, showing an "I didn't expect you to be this weak" expression, and actually giggled mockingly.
"Pfft~"
Seeing this, Yan Huan's face darkened instantly.
"Smack!"
He raised his hand and gave Spencer's head a sharp knock, making her clutch her head and yelp, "Ouch! You jerk!"
Just as she was about to demand an explanation, Yan Huan had already opened the restroom door, straightened his clothes, and walked out. His handsome profile looked unnatural, his expression clearly unpleasant.
With a cold face and furrowed brows, Yan Huan looked at Spencer and said, "If you ever risk involving Sakuramiya again like this, our deal is off."
Far from being annoyed, Spencer looked like she'd discovered a new toy. Her face slightly flushed, she walked up to Yan Huan.
"Talking so tough, but your body is being so honest, President Yan~"
She tilted her head slightly, looking straight at him with a sly smile.
"Trash~"
"?"
His fist clenched. This guy was actually weak in this area—thinking one "secret manual" would make her invincible. In reality, she was like blank paper.
Was this idiot embarrassed? Definitely. But Yan Huan's reaction intrigued her. Most importantly, it gave her the feeling of victory. Like a child with a new toy, she was unbearably smug.
If only he could beat her...
Though his fists were clenched, the struggle in the stall had made Yan Huan realize the gap in their strength wasn't ordinary. She could have broken free at any time—harder to hold than a bull.
Just wait. After some training, he'd show her.
Faced with her mockery, Yan Huan couldn't be bothered to respond and just turned to leave.
Watching him go, Spencer only then noticed her own ragged breathing, trying to calm her racing heart.
"Thump."
It really was just like in the manga.
Boys really do that?
Good... so amazing.
Spencer swallowed hard, then followed Yan Huan's departing steps toward room L502.
Seeing his expression shift from that startled look in the stall to his current blank face, Spencer pouted. Such a prude.
Looking all proper on the surface, but in private...
"Trash~"
Spencer muttered quietly.
In L502, Ye Shiyu considered what Sakuramiya Hitomi had just told her.
"If that Spencer can't join the track team and win the Club Wars, she'll definitely be expelled. Though Principal Hermes took Golden Lion Group's money to pave the way for her, changing rules is just playing dirty—easy to counter.
"Most importantly, he specifically talked to the track team captain Owen to create spots for her. But from what I know, Captain Owen never said those spots were specifically for Spencer.
"Senior Ye, do you understand what I mean?"
Seated, Ye Shiyu showed a thoughtful expression as she looked around at classmates already chatting.
Many "go-home club" students either had good connections or came from families that knew each other. So even if Sakuramiya Hitomi and Yan Huan weren't here, they could quickly join appropriate clubs.
Only those external students, isolated and marginalized, sat awkwardly at the edges.
"Hey, isn't that Left River? Oh right, you're also in the go-home club."
Ye Shiyu looked over to see several girls approaching a chubby, gloomy boy sitting alone.
"Ah, um..."
The boy looked terrified as the girls approached.
"Want to join our club?"
"Eh?"
The previously nervous boy looked surprised, eyes lighting up.
"C-could I really?"
"Pfft!"
"Of course... not. Left River, our club requires expensive dance uniforms~"
"Yeah, you were late with class fees too. And it's all girls in our club—how could you even think... disgusting~"
The girls laughed at Left River's audacity. Their tone was bright but their words cruelly mocking.
"W-why like this..."
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Ye Shiyu looked away as the door suddenly opened, revealing Sakuramiya Hitomi.
Their eyes met, then Sakuramiya smiled.
"Everyone, please take your seats. Club recruitment starts now—let's finish before class begins."
"Alright~"
Ye Shiyu glanced again toward the chubby boy. The girls who'd been surrounding him had already drifted away, leaving him standing alone with his head down, lost in thought.
This wasn't the norm, but across the entire school, there were always a few cases like this.
Click~
Not long after the club recruitment fair began, the doors opened once more, revealing Yan Huan on the threshold.
"President!"
"President~"
Students from every grade called out greetings, the voices layering over each other. There was also the low murmur of gossip—girls giggling, sharing whispers. Clearly, the topic was the handsome boy smiling in the doorway.
Ye Shiyu folded her arms, irritation prickling, and tried to tamp it down. After Yan Huan took his seat at the "Student Council" table, the blonde girl with her hands in her pockets entered—to noticeably less warmth.
"That's her?"
"Yeah, did you hear what Seo-mun just said?"
"Right? Flaunting her family's money and actually hitting people."
"She didn't even do anything that bad. It's all so weird."
The wave of dislike rolled outward; even Yan Huan felt it. Spencer, however, strode in as if she were used to it. She shot Yan Huan a meaningful look, then located An Le in the back row and plopped down beside her.
"Spencer, which club are you joining?"
"Me? Track club, I think."
Her AI had relayed the conversation between her mom and Principal Hermes—something like that. Spencer hadn't paid much attention, so the details were fuzzy. Watching An Le beside her, another thought surfaced.
Just now she had struck that "five-time deal" with Yan Huan. If she actually succeeded and turned him into... that, stealing him away from Sakuramiya Hitomi, she'd feel a little guilty toward An Le.
An Le adored Yan Huan—though God knew why. Still, Spencer figured she'd hand him over to An Le in the end anyway. Compared to Sakuramiya Hitomi, An Le had zero chance; she'd never have him without help.
A broken or briefly possessed Yan Huan was better than no Yan Huan at all, right?
With that, Spencer shrugged off the last of her guilt, looked at the smiling boy up front, and grinned wickedly.
"Hey, An Le, how about I get Yan Huan for you?"
"Eh? Help... help me?"
An Le's face flamed; she waved her hands in instinctive refusal. Spencer turned, studying her face.
"You're not as pretty as me, but you're passable. Personality-wise you're too meek—no shot at winning him on your own. And your family's just average. Around here everyone's loaded. Those girls wouldn't blink at dropping a gift worth your entire allowance."
An Le's flush drained to pale. She pressed her lips together, speechless. Before she and Yan Huan had reconnected, she'd already felt this way. Too many students were richer, prettier, better. Even after reuniting, she couldn't compete.
She'd always known how she felt about Xiao Huan. Better to stay in the safety of childhood memories than risk becoming just "friends." So she kept delaying, lacking the courage to take a single step forward.
"Don't you dare listen to her! She's undermining morale—this girl has ulterior motives! Off with her head!!"
Xiao Muzi on her shoulder nearly glowed red. Just when our An Le had clawed her way out of rock-bottom, this girl wants to shove her back down? If you summon that coward again, I'll explode, got it?
Before Xiao Muzi could rant further, Spencer jabbed a thumb at her own chest and smiled at An Le.
"But I've got money. I'll bankroll you—cash is trivial."
"Eh?"
An Le and Xiao Muzi froze, staring in disbelief.
"B-but why would you, Spencer, be so nice to me? You've always helped me..."
Reason?
Spencer looked at An Le—head bowed, owning nothing—and was about to answer when Sakuramiya Hitomi on stage smiled.
"According to the interests you listed at enrollment, the student council has emailed recommended clubs to each of you and to the recruiters. But with Club Wars approaching, some clubs have provided feedback."
She glanced at her sheet.
"Year 1 Class D, Tatsuya Sagawa. The Computer Club has rejected your application. Please find another club today."
The chubby boy looked stricken, glancing around in panic—right into the smiles of the Dance Club girls. He quickly looked away.
"Year 2 Class B, Nino. The Anime Club has rejected your application. Like Sagawa, you need to find an alternative."
A lanky, braces-wearing boy bit his lip.
"Year 2 Class C, Jiang Yun. The Dance Club has also rejected you."
A girl with acne and round black glasses clenched her fists, glaring at the smirking girls behind her.
From the back row, Spencer watched each name called, watched the knowing glances and muffled laughter. She narrowed her eyes.
"Because people who have everything are the worst, aren't they?"
"Spencer, what do you mean?"
She didn't answer, only stared at Sakuramiya Hitomi on stage. In Hitomi's gaze, in Park Seo-mun's bandaged face, in the eyes of certain classmates, Spencer sensed something coming.
"Two final items. First, a few transfer students didn't list interests, so we can't recommend clubs."
Ye Shiyu lifted her head, looking between Hitomi and Yan Huan.
"Second, Aria Spencer. The Track Club has rejected your application."
Spencer's smile turned cold. Yan Huan's eyes narrowed. He skimmed the paperwork, then addressed the club recruiters with a polite smile.
"May I ask the reason?"
"President, let me explain."
Yan Huan glanced at the boy who'd stood up first. Hashimoto leaned over and whispered, "That's Hua Zhaofeng, track-club recruiter. Next to him is Park Seo-mun—same class as Spencer. Claims Spencer beat him up."
Yan Huan said nothing, simply watched.
Hua Zhaofeng turned to the back row, pointing at Spencer.
"Because our club can't accept students with behavioral issues! She's been here one week—already skipping class, destroying school property, and assaulting classmates!"
Park Seo-mun nodded and rose, adding fuel to the fire.
"Exactly! She's violent—terrifying! She attacks without provocation! Not just me—two innocent girls in our class suffered as well!"
Whispers rippled outward. Even students who didn't know Spencer now looked at her with disgust, as if they'd been personally wronged.
Yan Huan frowned. They swallowed that story whole?
Hashimoto wrinkled his nose. "Told you—violent tendencies."
Even Hashimoto the shut-in?
Yan Huan sensed something off but stayed quiet, thinking.
Spencer sat silent, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Beside her, An Le gripped her skirt. After a long pause, she stood and called out, "That's not true! You bullied me first! Spencer only stepped in—"
Park Seo-mun hadn't expected the usually timid An Le to find her voice. She blinked, then recovered quickly.
"Oh? We're bullying you? We're bullying you again? That's rich—every little scuffle gets labeled abuse."
"And no matter how you slice it, hitting people is wrong!"
"No wonder you're thick as thieves with her."
An Le opened her mouth, but hurt lodged in her throat.
They started it—
Hua Zhaofeng surveyed the indignant chatter filling the classroom, then pivoted with confidence toward Sakuramiya Hitomi and Yan Huan. "President Yan, Vice-President Sakuramiya, you saw it yourselves. Spencer here is a violent maniac everyone can see. Admitting a student like—"
"Mister Hua!"
"Seo-mun!!"
Before he could finish, every classmate shrieked in unison.
Even Sakuramiya Hitomi on the stage and Hashimoto gaped, eyes wide with disbelief.
Huh?
What just happened?
Hua Zhaofeng and Park Seo-mun froze. Above their desks, a shadow swelled, slicing the air with a rising whistle.
Hua reacted faster and spun around.
The first thing he saw was the sea of panicked faces.
An Le, hand clamped over her mouth, stunned.
Spencer—blonde mane like a lion's—face dark, arm still extended from the throw.
And, filling his vision, a desk hurtling straight at him, growing larger by the heartbeat.
"Oh, hell."
The words slipped out of Hua's gaping mouth.
Whoosh!!
An instant later the desk crashed into him with brutal force.
Bang!!