God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! -
Chapter 325 - 95. I would like to call it "Yuan Yue Tiger Cage Pass"_3
Chapter 325: 95. I would like to call it "Yuan Yue Tiger Cage Pass"_3
Holding that bottle of water, An Le looked at the determined Little Thumb on his shoulder and retorted,
"Seeing through everything... You clearly misjudged Spencer. She sincerely helped me, not like what you said."
"Hehe..."
...
...
"With Spencer’s brain, she’s likely to attack directly, right?"
In classroom L502 of the library, Yan Huan had arrived early to wait, and now he was the only person in the classroom.
When he discussed shooting the MV with Bai Yi on Tuesday, he did not avoid Spencer. He was waiting for her to attack, then not only to fail in her Plunder but also to be punished.
Miao was right indeed; the difficulty was whether he could hold out on his own.
If he had taken that "Ascetic" on Sunday, maybe he wouldn’t have such a problem now.
Although changing forms could push off the curse, he asked Miao later, and the chances of high-level Form Types appearing at level 5 were not high.
It might be that the next reward wouldn’t be a "Form Type," lacking the trait of "only one form."
Then this "castration curse" would go on forever...
Although he usually disliked the feeling of his lower desires dominating, when it really came time to ruthlessly let it go, Yan Huan found he was unwilling.
Better to grudgingly bear with it.
"Click~"
"President, good afternoon."
While Yan Huan was deep in thought, the door opened, and a voice called out.
He subconsciously thought it was Yahashiki coming in and slightly smiled as he replied,
"Here comes, Ya..."
But then he realized that the voice was from a girl.
Thus, he looked up toward the door, only to see Sakuragi Hitomi standing at the entrance with a smile, wearing the standard black and white spring JK uniform.
A pair of black knee-high cotton socks wrapped her petite and pretty legs, and she held a handbag full of study materials in front of her lower stomach.
"Sakuragi, why are you here?"
Sakuragi Hitomi smiled sweetly, lifted up her hair which gradiently changed from black to pink, and explained to Yan Huan,
"Yahashi-kun wasn’t feeling well at noon and asked me to temporarily substitute for him to assist the President with the study group."
"Ah? What happened to him?"
"Who knows, he probably didn’t get enough rest last night from playing games."
Sakuragi Hitomi walked in and explained it casually as such.
Lie~
At this moment, inside classroom B of the first year, Yuanlina, who was humming a song and dropping by, looked at Yahashiki’s pale face leaning on the desk and asked,
"Eh, Yahashi, weren’t you supposed to join the President in the study group today? Why are you still in class at this time?"
Yahashiki looked up at Yuanlina beside him with a trembling voice and said like a zombie,
"Vice President Sakuragi... still has unclean evil spirits clinging to her..."
"Eh?!!"
Afterward, Yahashiki seemed to exhale his last breath, slumping down on the desk.
"Yahashi!"
Only the sad cries of Yuanlina echoed in the haunting classroom B.
Returning to the present, inside classroom L502 of the library,
Yan Huan’s gaze followed the incredibly beautiful Sakuragi Hitomi as she sat next to him.
She straightened her legs and began to neatly arrange her study materials one by one.
Today’s Sakuragi Hitomi was still attractive, hitting right in Yan Huan’s sweet spot.
Especially those knee-high socks...
For some reason, Yan Huan suddenly thought of his experience reading manga in his past life.
Despite the enticing socks illustrated on the cover, they were taken off when it came to the main act, almost causing Yan Huan to spit out blood every time.
It was a downright scam!
If it were him, he would never take them off!!
Thinking thus, Yan Huan’s face suddenly darkened.
Is this really the time to be thinking about this?!
The problem is, Spencer is in this study group!
If her modifier affected Sakuragi while she was around...
"By the way, President..."
"What’s up?"
Yan Huan turned his head to look at Sakuragi Hitomi beside him.
She also turned her head to look at him and said,
"Speaking of which, next Tuesday is my cousin’s birthday. The family is planning to celebrate it for her, so we’d like to invite everyone from the student council to come over and play."
"Your cousin?"
"Yeah, she’s just arrived at Lin Gate not long ago and is still unfamiliar with everything here."
"I don’t really have a problem with that, but I’m not sure about the others."
However, Sakuragi Hitomi covered her mouth with a chuckle, prepared, and said,
"I’ve checked with everyone else, they’re all free that day."
"Then there’s no problem. We’ll go to your house by car together just like last time."
Saying this, Yan Huan suddenly seemed to recall something and added,
"Speaking of which, the last time I went to the Sakuragi Family home was for your birthday, huh? It’s been so long since then..."
"Mm... That birthday from long ago made the deepest impression on me out of all the ones I’ve had."
Yan Huan just felt her voice seemed a bit closer.
Looking up, it appeared she had moved closer to him, or perhaps she had been sitting that way since she took her seat.
It was unclear, but those beautiful eyes were staring straight at him.
She smiled sweetly and continued,
"I have to thank the President for that."
That birthday, the Sakuragi Family held a banquet as usual.
But after the banquet, it was Yan Huan’s idea to secretly return to Forest Park outside the school and row on the lake to watch the fireworks.
That little boat was secretly stolen from the school’s equipment room by him.
At that time, he just thought it was fun and didn’t expect Sakuragi to be deeply impressed.
It was probably just courtesy, but looking into her beautiful eyes, Yan Huan was willing to believe she was telling the truth.
So, Yan Huan, stepping out of his character, avoided Sakuragi Hitomi’s direct gaze and said,
If you find any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.
Report