God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 248 - 73. It’s never too late to mend_2

Chapter 248: 73. It’s never too late to mend_2

"Ao, don’t worry about that, I’ve already got a plan."

Spencer cradled her arms and confidently smiled, causing An Le, who was typing, to look at her curiously as she loudly declared,

"That would be... Hentai Club!!"

"..."

An Le’s hands, which were typing on the keyboard, instantly froze, and together with Little Thumb on her shoulder, she stared wide-eyed at the unabashedly smiling Spencer.

The next second, her face flushed red as she responded,

"No... don’t use such weird things as the theme for the club!! Surely no one will join then!"

"Huh? Why not?"

Spencer was utterly puzzled, making An Le seem like the one who wasn’t normal,

"Such popular and joyous true stories, shouldn’t everyone like them? There were so many people queuing to buy them at the game convention, and didn’t you also..."

"Where is that real?! Spencer, can’t... can’t you distinguish between virtual and reality anymore?"

An Le’s face was red, she wanted to socially die explaining the intricacies to Spencer, who knew nothing.

But unlike the fearless ignorance of Spencer, just mentioning those nouns in her speech caused her to stumble,

"All those stories are made-up fantasies! They are just comics! Especially the one you’ve been reading... the pure... pure ballet..."

An Le was on the verge of crying, so she gave up and covered her face so she could blurt out the rest all at once,

"In any case! Everything in those stories, whether it’s the heroine’s reactions, the hero’s size, and stamina, it’s all lies!! You’re taking supplemental medicine for real!!"

Spencer’s mouth opened slightly in surprise, and she retorted somewhat indignantly,

"You’re lying! Those aren’t lies at all! It’s all 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’s mouth dropped open, even more shocked than when An Le insisted the pure ballet was a lie.

An Le raised her head, seeing Spencer’s reaction and not knowing what to say for a moment.

Little Thumb on her shoulder looked pitiful as it said,

"I wonder if I’ll ever get a chance to meet Spencer’s parents... If I do, you should advise them, if possible, to have another one. This model seems to be a lost cause..."

"..."

An Le pursed her lips, but her kind nature forbade her to share Little Thumb’s pitiful look.

Spencer huffed with her arms crossed, obviously not buying An Le’s nonsense,

"Never mind whether Santa is real or not... about that pure ballet, you say what’s inside is false, but it’s obviously true!"

"How is it true?!"

As An Le faced her with full skepticism, Spencer opened her mouth as if she suddenly had an epiphany and her face flushed a bit.

She tilted her head up, her blue eyes flickering,

"What you mentioned... about size and all... it’s obviously true... I know, you don’t have to lie to me!"

Little Thumb looked dead-eyed at An Le and sarcastically said,

"What on earth is this idiot using as a reference?"

"..."

An Le didn’t want to argue with Spencer about this anymore, covering her head in doubt about life itself.

She raised her phone as if waving a white flag, surrendering,

"... just... just leave it, Spencer... uh..."

"Humph, as if you could fool me, ao?"

"Uh..."

An Le wanted to die, but felt that dying over such a matter would be an injustice.

She looked sullenly at the confidently standing Spencer and said,

"But even so... using that kind of... thing as the theme for a club and submitting it to the Student Council, Xiao Huan wouldn’t approve it, so..."

She hung her head again, as if for a good while,

"Let’s choose another theme, Spencer..."

Hearing An Le say this, Spencer thought of Yan Huan, that insufferably virtuous guy.

One day she had to make him...

Spencer, displeased, clicked her tongue, rubbed her golden hair, and stood up,

"Alright, alright, I get it, ao... Let me think about what to use as the club’s theme... Call them out first, we’ll gather people first and then discuss."

"Okay..."

An Le let out a sigh of relief, looked up at her phone, and then her eyes brightened a bit,

"Ah, Jiang Yun has replied to my message, saying she agreed to meet us... we’re just one person short, just one more and we can establish the club! Oh, wait, we also need an advisor, and then the school committee approval..."

"Humph, don’t worry about it, ao, leave all that to me, I’ve already had the AI butler take care of it!"

"AI butler? What’s that... can there even be butlers that aren’t real people?"

Spencer glanced at An Le, her sunny expression dimming a bit.

But that dimness was only momentary, immediately, she patted her chest, brightening up again,

"Aiya, don’t worry about it, I don’t even know how to explain it, just know it’s awesome. Come on, you make the appointment, I’ll treat you guys to food!"

"Oh... Let’s go... wait, we’ve got class in the afternoon, Spencer..."

"Can’t we just skip it?"

"No, we can’t!!"

...

...

"Buzz..."

On the shopping street, Yan Huan’s normally confused eyes focused bit by bit, eventually becoming as spirited as usual.