God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 74 - 23. Academic results always bring joy to some families and sorrow to others_3

Chapter 74: 23. Academic results always bring joy to some families and sorrow to others_3

"President?"

Thinking of this, Sakuragi Hitomi felt anxious and quickly called out to Yan Huan.

"...We got it, I’ll notify the corresponding students later, I’ll take care of this matter."

Take the initiative to take care of it?

Hermes blinked, looking at the smiling Yan Huan in front of her, her smile becoming more apparent,

"That’s great, Mr. Yan, I’ll leave this matter to you then; contact me anytime if there are any problems."

"..."

Sakuragi Hitomi’s lips slightly parted, and she couldn’t help but clench her skirt.

First, it was that sister named "Ye Shiyu," and now this Spencer.

If the President’s exceptional tenderness was because he saw Ye Shiyu as family...

Then what about this blonde woman?

Her personality seemed so disagreeable; she doesn’t look like she’d get along well with the President, so why does he hesitate when he sees her?

No, Sakuragi Hitomi, don’t overthink it.

Perhaps the kind and gentle President just wants to help a student who’s poor at studying.

And besides, even if the President personally tutors her, it shouldn’t matter, right?

These are all normal...

Nor...

Just as Sakuragi Hitomi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her pupils suddenly tightened, and a surge of anger blazed up inside her.

Normal my foot!!

How could I suddenly think like that?!

Where did this thought even suddenly pop up from?!

"Let’s leave it at that. Thank you both for this morning, go back to class now."

"Okay, Principal."

Yan Huan stood up with the documents, but Sakuragi Hitomi was still sitting, making him raise an eyebrow,

"Sakuragi?"

"Huh?"

Sakuragi Hitomi snapped back to reality, belatedly standing up,

"Sorry, President..."

Inside, however, an intuition made Sakuragi Hitomi more certain.

That Spencer must have secretly done something to the President.

Following behind Yan Huan, Sakuragi Hitomi’s face immediately turned cold, almost murderous.

Stay calm...

Stay calm, Sakuragi Hitomi.

She comforted herself internally.

Things are accomplished through secrets, and languages reveal defeats...

Keep it hidden; don’t lose your composure...

Forget Ye Shiyu or Spencer, as long as I keep it hidden, secretly plan, and not expose any flaws...

One day, the President will become someone only I can see, someone who can’t be stolen by anyone else...

Exclusive!

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"Achoo!"

Class 1-C, classroom.

Spencer sneezed, causing the house of cards she had intricately built on her desk to collapse.

"...Who’s cursing me? Could it be that Santa Claus found out about me swearing at him last year?"

Spencer stroked her chin, coming to a conclusion that seemed most plausible to her.

But soon, she gave up on pondering the issue.

She pouted, seemingly slightly displeased.

Since yesterday, Spencer had one annoyance.

For some reason, the classmates... no, it seems like everyone around her doesn’t like her.

She had just transferred a day ago, and she hadn’t done anything.

Whenever she tried to strike up a conversation, they all responded with awkward courtesy.

Ask for help, and they pretend not to hear, then make an excuse to leave.

Yesterday, during basketball class’s free play, she wanted to find teammates, but her classmates avoided her, leaving her to play alone.

After class, they were supposed to regroup in the gym to return the balls and equipment, but not knowing anything, she just arrived.

The others left one after another without informing her.

So she went back to the teaching building, found no one, and drearily returned to return the balls but found the door already locked.

That’s why she got so annoyed that she wanted to kick the door to get into the equipment room, only to run into Yan Huan doing bad things there...

Although she got leverage on him, Spencer was still very upset.

"Ding ding ding~"

As the class bell rang, at the door of Class C, their math teacher Zhou Bin walked in.

Zhou Bin, known as the "Math Workhorse," is famed for his unapproachable strictness.

But math is a rigorous subject after all, and he teaches math very well, at least Yan Huan thinks so.

This semester he is responsible for teaching classes B, C, and D of the first grade, as well as one afternoon math elective.

People from Dragon Country roll hard wherever they go, and for some reason, parents at Lin Gate trust them with teaching math.

Zhou Bin now wore a deep blue loose T-shirt, his slightly bulging belly stretching it out.

And on his chest hung a cross, his left hand wrapped in a red talisman, and his right hand adorned with a string of prayer beads.

With these objects’ blessing, his bald head that reflected in the sunlight seemed to be bathed in Buddha’s light.

Amen, may the Merciful Lord be with me, and Amitabha...

Please protect me from the ghostly hand that has haunted me since last Friday.

Zhou Bin rubbed the talisman on his wrist, then changed from his usual sternness, forcibly squeezing out an extremely ugly smile, and said to the students below,

"Dear students, good morning. Let’s take out our textbooks and turn to page 15 ha..."

"..."

Everyone’s eyes widened, staring blankly at Zhou Bin on the stage.

As if they saw a monster disguised as Zhou Bin.

Zhou Bin lifted his glasses with a fake smile and repeated,

"Dear students?"

"Oh oh oh..."

Zhou Bin seemed to think that last Friday’s supernatural event happened because he had been too strict usually, causing the students to accumulate resentment that turned into vengeful spirits.

Everyone took out their books, but Spencer remained still, at a loss.

She glanced at the textbooks everyone else was looking at, then flipped through her backpack.

Inside was a glimpse of: comics, laptop, snacks, power bank...

She slapped her forehead.

Seems like I forgot the book!

Hugging her arms, she looked around and noticed the seat next to her was still empty.

The owner of that seat hadn’t come back to class yet.

It seems to be someone called... An Le?

A girl with proud assets.

Spencer immediately saw the textbook on the other’s desk and after a second’s thought, she reached out very naturally and took it.

According to Zhou Bin’s instruction, she turned to page fifteen, and looking at the content which seemed like scripture, tilted her head.

She then bowed her head, leaned in closer, and began to read the text in detail.

A few seconds later, Spencer’s deeply furrowed little face was almost overloaded.

Then, she let out a big yawn, suddenly becoming listless.

Sleepy.

And so, bored.

She idly spread An Le’s book out on the table.

Yet unexpectedly, such a simple action caused a bookmark tucked in one of the pages to slide out.

"Huh, what’s this?"

Spencer cocked her head, curiosity twinkling in her eyes.

She reached out and grabbed the wrinkled cardboard bookmark, only to see scrawled in wonky, childlike handwriting,

"Yan Huan and An Le, to be together forever."

The handwriting before and after were different, seemingly written by two people together.

Looking at the written words, Spencer’s face, previously bored to extremes, suddenly paused.

And then, gradually, as her eyes widened bit by bit, it melted away.