God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 167 - 50. But clearly in front, it’s the taste of An Le_2

Chapter 167: 50. But clearly in front, it’s the taste of An Le_2

"So, no matter what she says or does, you just follow her unconditionally? Even now you are apologizing for her mistakes?"

"..."

Is it possible that Spencer is just using you to achieve this situation?

Later, she might just pop up from somewhere and start taking photos...

But given her intelligence, is that really possible?

While Yan Huan was pondering, he successfully found a plastic severed hand under the blood-stained bedding.

The severed hand pointed to the other side of the bed, Yan Huan took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and there he saw a button marked with a blood-colored talisman.

"Found it..."

Yan Huan gently pressed the button, and the bed at the end of the infirmary slowly moved aside, revealing a passage about half a person’s height.

This really is like an escape room...

Without turning off his phone’s flashlight, Yan Huan shone light on the small passage, and said to An Le,

"Even if you are friends, the mistakes she made should not be compensated by you... Apologizing for her is the least you could do."

"In other words, classmate, if she commits a serious mistake later, would you still be able to compensate for even more severe consequences?"

Holding a bag in her arms, An Le naively looked at Yan Huan and said,

"I... I will try my best to compensate..."

Staring blankly at An Le crouching on the spot with a mask on, Yan Huan couldn’t help but say,

"...Are you serious?"

Could it be that this guy has been influenced by Spencer’s dumb aura from being around her too long?

"Eh?"

"Nothing... While I shouldn’t interfere with others’ personal dealings, as a student President of Yuan Yue, I still suggest you keep your distance from Spencer.

"And also, always considering others won’t lead to good outcomes."

It’s not just about Spencer’s character, but even more importantly, the issue with the modifier.

Staying beside a host of the modifier without any Resistance is really no different from being a toy.

Yet, hearing Yan Huan’s words seemed to strike a chord in An Le, who was in the darkness behind him.

It seemed like she had also heard this phrase before somewhere.

But she couldn’t remember where...

Without waiting for any reaction from An Le behind him, Yan Huan shook Miao off his shoulder and said in his mind,

"Miao, please scout ahead, and if you notice anything, give me a heads-up."

"Miao~"

Miao "thump thump thump" rushed into it.

Yan Huan, supporting the passage where he had to bend and duck to enter, looked back at An Le and said,

"Let’s go, the door next to us is locked, we’ll check out this way."

"Mm... okay... President..."

Slowly approaching the back figure she yearned for, the pain inside An Le’s heart caused by addressing him as "President" deepened further.

In the darkness, she followed Yan Huan, who was bent over, holding the black paper bag without her phone.

In the corridor, a chilling wind howled, but it was completely blocked by Yan Huan’s figure ahead.

Looking at the figure in the darkness, An Le’s lips quivered, unable to help asking,

"President... considering others, isn’t that right? Why is it... always ending with no good results?"

Walking ahead, Yan Huan paused slightly, he didn’t want to say much, but considering the issue with Spencer’s modifier...

Well, might as well save whoever he can.

Who asked him to be a model youth?

Especially with good virtues.

Sighing, Yan Huan moved his steps slightly forward, and brought up a bit about personal information,

"When I was very young, I lived in South District, where I had a very close childhood friend."

Behind him, An Le, who had been looking downward, upon hearing Yan Huan’s words, her pupils shrank incrementally, looking incredulously ahead,

"Childhood... friend?"

She knew about little Yan Huan when he was young; he only played with her!

According to him, it was because he felt that the other kids were too childish...

Though looking back, she was probably not more mature than other kids at that time?

After all, she always wanted to play house with him, where he would be the dad, and she would be the mom...

But, this means...

Little Yan Huan...

Still remembers her?!!

"Thump... Thump... Thump..."

In the darkness, her head, which was accustomed to hanging down, gradually lifted, her eyes focusing on Yan Huan’s back began to brighten.

Regrettably, up front, Miao had already run ahead to scout, and Yan Huan, lacking eyes behind, could not see An Le’s gaze at this moment.