God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 408 - 117. Online adoption of 184 heartbroken senior high school boys_3

Chapter 408: 117. Online adoption of 184 heartbroken senior high school boys_3

Spencer turned around, intending to leave, but then realized that he wasn’t heading towards the classroom, but instead towards the school entrance.

So, she turned back and asked Yan Huan’s retreating figure once more,

"Are you really alright?"

"..."

Yan Huan didn’t reply, just waved his hand.

Then he put the documents into his bag, and wrapped his coat around himself even tighter.

"Rumble~"

Today is Tuesday, and the weather in Lin Gate is very gloomy, without a trace of sunlight.

Clearly, it’s about to rain.

...

...

"Pitter-patter~"

By the afternoon, the rain finally couldn’t hold back and started pouring down, shrouding the bustling seaside city in a curtain of rain like fog.

"It’s raining... ah, such a bother, don’t feel like opening for business today, let’s take a break."

In the South District, at Tongyao Tavern.

The doors and windows of the storefront are all tightly locked, and inside the tavern, Tong Yingying in her home T-shirt, looking listlessly at the progressively increasing raindrops outside, began to feel like slacking off.

So, she took out her phone and sent a message in the staff group chat, "We’re closed for a break today," then @ everyone.

After doing all this, she finally yawned and moved to the wall full of liquors behind the counter, starting to pick out the "queen consort" that would accompany her today using an "inspect the troops" method.

"Knock knock knock!"

At this moment, the locked door beside her was knocked on.

"..."

Tong Yingying was slightly startled, turned her head towards the door, and saw outside the locked door a handsome young man soaking wet standing outside.

"Yan Huan?"

She hurried to the door and unlocked it,

"I just sent a message that we’re closed for the day, and then you show up."

"Sorry, I didn’t bring my phone today, Sister Tong."

"You silly goose, didn’t bring your phone nor an umbrella, right? Soaked like a drenched chicken."

Looking at the smiling young man outside, Tong Yingying suddenly thought of something, glanced at the time, and furrowed her brows,

"Wrong, it’s Tuesday today, you’ve got school, why are you here so early?"

Yan Huan spread his hands, exhaled a breath of warm air, and gave a helpless smile,

"Sister Tong, can I please come in first? It’s freezing out here, and I’m all wet..."

Tong Yingying glanced at Yan Huan’s current appearance and saw his wet hair draped over his eyes, and his thin clothes soaked by the rain.

He looked like a pitiable stray puppy that one couldn’t help but take in.

Tong Yingying had no choice but to step aside and let him in.

"Thanks for taking me in, Sister Tong!"

"...Makes it sound like I’m some cruel boss."

Tong Yingying closed and locked the door behind her to keep the cold air out.

Then, she turned back and looked at Yan Huan, all drenched, and asked,

"So, what’s up with you today, showing up so early?"

"I took the morning off, didn’t go to school. Came back on the subway at noon, went to the gym, and trained until now. Got caught in the rain on the way back, didn’t have an umbrella, so I had no choice but to come here for refuge."

She originally wanted to ask him "Are you not feeling well?", but now it seemed unnecessary.

"Can I use the bath, Sister Tong? There happen to be clothes I can change into in the changing room."

"Okay."

Tong Yingying, chin in hand, watched Yan Huan head to the bathroom with his clothes.

She grabbed a bottle of liquor from behind her, feeling somewhat puzzled,

"Why do I feel like something happened to him?"

After pouring a drink, Tong Yingying listened to the sound of the shower from the bathroom on the second floor, which, combined with the persistent heavy rain outside, created quite a comfortable atmosphere.

Not long after, Yan Huan changed into dry clothes and came downstairs with his hair dried.

"Thanks, Sister Tong."

"No problem... sit."

"Okay."

Yan Huan pulled out a chair and sat in front of Tong Yingying.

Tong Yingying observed his expression and poured another drink in front of him,

"..."

No reaction?

He merely propped his chin and gazed at the rain outside, his eyes unfocused.

"..."

"Click~"

Tong Yingying took out a lighter in front of him, sparked a flame, then took out a cigarette.

"..."

Still no reaction?

Tong Yingying, cigarette in mouth, looking at Yan Huan’s handsome profile, suddenly asked,

"What happened to you today?"

"Ah?"

Yan Huan came to her senses and turned her head to look at Tong Yingying.

After a moment of silence, she shook her head and said,

"...No, not really."

"Still saying no?"

Tong Yingying lifted her glass and shook it a bit, then gestured towards the cigarette held in her hand,

"Usually, at times like this, you’d have already started to stop me, right? How can you just watch me pouring drinks and lighting up a cigarette?! There must be something going on, and not something trivial!"

"..."

Yan Huan was slightly startled, exhibiting no expression at all.

She didn’t answer but suddenly grabbed Tong Yingying’s glass and downed half of it in one gulp.

"Snap!"

But the very next second, Yan Huan felt her wrist being grabbed by Tong Yingying as quick as lightning.

That speed was much faster than Yan Huan had ever imagined.

Yan Huan was a little stunned, but the next second, she felt a force pulling her wrist, bringing the glass, along with her face, closer to Tong Yingying.

Tong Yingying’s mature face, devoid of any signs of grief or humor, suddenly approached Yan Huan, eyes locking onto hers.

After locking eyes for a moment, Tong Yingying asked,

"Who has bullied you? Tell me, Sister will take care of it for you."

"..."

Yan Huan blinked, looking at Tong Yingying in front of her and said blankly,

"...Don’t scare me, Sister Tong, why do you look like you’re about to go chop someone?"

Tong Yingying gave her a once-over, then suddenly released her hand and said with a "tsk,"

"Isn’t it just because you look so pitiful? If it’s not someone bullying you, then what else could it be?"

She counted on her fingers, lowering her head in thought,

"Something to do with your studies?"

"...No."

"Could it be about money?"

"...No, neither."

Thinking it over, Tong Yingying suddenly had a bright idea, raising her index finger, with the "Idea King" title starting to shimmer above her head,

"Oh, I know... It couldn’t possibly be because of a woman, could it?"

"..."

Tong Yingying looked at Yan Huan, who suddenly froze, realizing she had guessed correctly.

For some reason, this realization made her slightly irritable.

However, when she looked up, she saw that Yan Huan’s cheeks had taken on an abnormal shade of red.

He frowned, glanced at the glass, and asked Tong Yingying in a dizzy manner,

"Sister Tong, how strong is that drink? It’s really hitting me hard..."

"Ah? Vodka, around 40% alcohol by volume."

"Hss..."

It must be that bodies in this world were more prone to getting drunk.

Yan Huan covered her head, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

But Tong Yingying, watching this painful sight, felt an unnatural dark shade tint her eyes.

The irritation she felt earlier due to other women quickly subsided, turning into relief.

Yan Huan was well-liked at school, she knew that; a little setback was good for him to understand that childhood romance was immature and unreliable.

Most importantly, if it wasn’t another woman who hurt him, why would he be showing such a pitiful expression full of brokenness?

Tong Yingying caught a glimpse of his expression with the corner of her eye.

But she saw him holding the glass with both hands, head lowered, eyes dim and lost, filled with a desire to be thoroughly tormented, confusion, and vulnerability.

That expression was really...

Exciting.

She swallowed saliva, holding herself back from looking at Yan Huan, who was currently downtrodden with emotions, like a heartbroken little puppy.

Tong Yingying then glanced at the heavy rain outside and casually asked,

"Do you mind telling me, what exactly happened today?"

Yan Huan was silent for a second before suddenly asking,

"...Sister Tong, what would you do if someone close to you isn’t at all what you thought they were behind the scenes?"

"What do you mean they’re not what you thought? What’s that supposed to mean?"

Because of the alcohol, Yan Huan’s head was starting to hurt.

While rubbing his head, he selectively said,

"Like, um... someone you have good feelings about, but actually turns out to be a pervert with strange fetishes towards you in private, something like that?"

"..."

Listening to this, Tong Yingying suddenly froze.

Turning her head somewhat guiltily, she looked at Yan Huan, who was looking devastated with his gaze lowered and found herself at a loss for words.

Instead of answering right away, Tong Yingying nervously poured herself another drink.

As she sipped her drink, she thought to herself:

Couldn’t be that this kid has discovered that little hobby of mine...

What about that, huh?