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Chapter 401 - 115. A perversion that even Spencer thinks is perverted_3

Chapter 401: 115. A perversion that even Spencer thinks is perverted_3

"Really knows how to enjoy life."

She shamelessly sat in the student council president’s chair again, swinging her legs leisurely.

"Umm..."

While spinning around, her expression suddenly changed, she sat up straight and crossed her arms in front of her mouth.

With an expressionless face, she bore quite a resemblance to Yan Huan.

Pretending to be Yan Huan, she said mockingly toward the door,

"Even though I’ve reacted to you, it doesn’t mean you’ve won me over.

The one I like is still Sakuragi, not you, you annoying ghost~"

As she spoke, she started to laugh at herself,

"Pffhahaha~"

She clutched her belly, curious like the mischievous Monkey King in the Palace of the Polestar, she began to fiddle with everything on the desk.

"The student council president’s nameplate... Wow, and so many files too, what are they for?"

While rummaging through them, her gaze shifted downward and she opened the drawer.

Inside, the first thing she saw was a silver-white laptop, and next to it, quite a few discarded cameras.

"Cameras... what are these doing in the student council office?"

Spencer stroked her chin before opening the laptop.

"Ding dong~"

As soon as she opened it, the laptop screen lit up.

Turns out the laptop wasn’t shut down, it was in sleep mode.

The desktop was locked, requesting a password to access.

But the desktop wallpaper was a secretly taken photo of Yan Huan from some dark angle.

In the photo, Yan Huan was smiling, seemingly communicating with someone.

Anyway, against the sunlight, he looked exceptionally handsome.

Even Spencer couldn’t help but blink.

But a second later, she frowned and muttered,

"Such a narcissist, using his own photo as wallpaper."

She thought the laptop belonged to Yan Huan.

Since she couldn’t access the laptop anyway, Spencer found it boring and closed it again.

Lowering her head to search through the drawer again, she was surprised to find that it actually contained a small notebook.

"What’s this?"

Spencer furrowed her brows and picked up the notebook.

As she opened it, several photos stored inside fell out, fluttering towards the ground.

"Whoa!"

Spencer was frightfully startled, hurriedly and guiltily stooping to pick them up.

After all, she knew it was wrong to sneak a peek at someone else’s belongings...

Although, with her poor character, she had indeed done so.

But as she bent down, she suddenly saw something shocking.

On the ground lay photos of Yan Huan taking a break on a tree at Forest Park inside the school, taken from an even more cunning and tricky angle.

In the pictures, Yan Huan was completely unaware, with a few strands of hair falling lightly, looking very relaxed.

"... Geez, who’s such a creep?"

Even Spencer realized something was amiss.

She looked through several photos that had fallen out.

Yan Huan eating, Yan Huan playing ball, Yan Huan in class...

Most importantly, by flipping over the photos, she could see the time and location of the shots.

"December 1st, laboratory."

"The president looks very attractive while doing experiments, I really like this one."

Spencer held up this photo, scrutinizing it with narrowed eyes.

Only then did she belatedly open the notebook in her hand, and the countless mixed photos within were thus exposed.

"Oh... my..."

Spencer broke into a sweat, extremely afraid as she quickly stuffed the scattered photos back into the notebook.

She closed the diary, intending to stuff it back into the drawer as if she hadn’t seen anything.

But the next second, a "click" sounded from the door.

Spencer turned white with fright, closed her eyes, and quickly hid the diary behind her, shouting loudly,

"I didn’t do anything! I didn’t see anything! It wasn’t me! It’s not my fault!"

"..."

Feeling somewhat guilty, she kept her eyes closed for a long time but nothing happened.

So, she mustered the courage to crack open an eye and look in front of her.

There stood a handsome young man in a trench coat, holding a briefcase and looking at her with confusion.

His eyes had a trace of bloodshot and there were dark circles under them, maybe he didn’t rest well last night.

"Yan Huan?"

"Spencer?"

Yan Huan frowned, closed the door, and was the first to ask,

"What are you doing here?"

"I... I, uh..."

Spencer, clenching her teeth, started to avoid eye contact.

But quickly, as if she thought of something, she hurriedly said,

"About last week... I am... that... Anyway, I... Let me show you this, and we’ll call it even about last week’s stuff, no one is allowed to bring it up again!"

"..."

Yan Huan massaged his shoulder. He tossed aside his briefcase.

Maybe because he had been thinking too much about Sakuragi this morning, seeing this idiot who couldn’t hide her feelings actually made him let out a big sigh of relief.

He unbuttoned his trench coat, walked over to her, let out a helpless smile, and asked,

"Call it even? Does that mean all the remaining chances to pretend to be your girlfriend are void?"

"It’s... It’s not that, okay! It’s not that!"

Yan Huan, with his arms folded, looked at her as she hurriedly retorted, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly, then he asked in a low voice,

"Alright, just tell me, what do you want me to see?"

"..."

However, Spencer, who was still a bit annoyed, stared at the smile on Yan Huan’s face meant for her, and his voice softened, which left her startled.

The next second, she embarrassingly shifted her gaze away, even her speech started to stutter,

"Here... this... this."

Spencer handed the diary she had hidden behind to Yan Huan, still not looking at him.

Yan Huan didn’t know what it was, and he reached out to take it instinctively,

"What’s this?"

"I don’t know, found it in this drawer."

"...You’re using the Student Council’s stuff as a bargaining chip to call it even, huh?"

He commented sarcastically but because Yan Huan had been overthinking about Sakuragi’s matter today, he was particularly patient with Spencer and didn’t get angry.

But the next second, as he looked puzzled flipping through the diary in his hands, he was struck dumb.

Like a bucket of cold water had gone straight through his trench coat and sweater, drenching him from head to toe.

"..."

He blinked his eyes, flipping page after page, looking at the familiar and delicate handwriting, at the photos taken from who knows what angles...

Yan Huan’s throat moved, and he lifted his eyes to look at Spencer, asking,

"Where did you find this?"

"Ah? Here, and this computer, a few cameras and stuff."

Spencer touched the back of her head, watching Yan Huan stride to his desk, starting to examine it.

So, she crossed her arms as well, complaining,

"Who did this, it’s a bit creepy, all pictures of you... Yuck, gross."

"..."

Yan Huan didn’t reply, just looking at the scattered cameras in the drawer and the notebook computer placed there, his eyes gradually becoming absent-minded.

Because when he opened the laptop, he saw clearly that the locked username bore a name.

He looked at the username in disbelief, his slightly pallid lips quivered, saying the name,

"Sakuragi... Hitomi."

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