God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!
Chapter 95 - 30. Since Yi has been born, why give birth to Huan? _3

Chapter 95: 30. Since Yi has been born, why give birth to Huan? _3

Was she too thirsty?

Drank all of it in one gulp?

She clasped her hands and watched as Yan Huan threw the empty bottle into the recycling bin, the dark thoughts from noon surfacing in her mind again.

After a moment of silence, she quietly followed his steps.

The setting sun sank, and the two walked on a corridor bathed in red light.

One shadow stretched long while the other stood entirely in the glow, as if she had become the shadow itself.

Yan Huan opened the classroom door and walked to his class, where his desk by the window, splashed with paint, had been replaced after being reported to the school.

Was he here to pick up things?

But didn’t he already carry a backpack?

The next moment, Yan Huan had pulled away the newly replaced desk and chairs, revealing the wall behind the desk.

On the wall, there were still numerous streaks of mismatched paint.

Yan Huan looked at the trace on the wall, then silently placed down his backpack, took off his jacket, revealing a black T-shirt underneath.

He turned and walked out of the classroom, returning shortly with a wet cloth and the alcohol spray from the restroom used for disinfecting.

Under Bai Yi’s confused gaze, Yan Huan slowly rolled up his sleeves.

First, he sprayed the alcohol on the paint on the wall, then crouched down and started to meticulously wipe off the marks with the damp cloth...

This guy, is he really cleaning off the paint marks on the wall?

Bai Yi was slightly stunned, her initial movements to step forward and continue her devious ideas slightly hesitated.

Although the paint was mostly dry and cleaning it off was strenuous even with alcohol, Yan Huan diligently and repeatedly wiped off the marks...

And those marks were left there somewhat inexplicably due to her grudge.

Perhaps in his eyes, it was like that incident with the girl from Class A, he might think it was some paranormal event?

Mysteriously splashed with paint, and mysteriously had pebbles thrown at his window...

"..."

At that moment, while wiping the tiles, Yan Huan suddenly thought of something and took out his phone.

His phone brand was average, though he’s had it for quite some time now despite there being many cost-effective models these days due to the smartphone competition...

Bai Yi understood electronics very well.

Then she saw him make a phone call, tilting his head to wedge the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"Beep..."

"Sister Tong, it’s me... Yeah, I will be a bit late to the shop tonight for work."

"... Yeah, got something to tackle at school first, probably won’t catch the school bus, have to take another bus back..."

"Sorry about that, really sorry..."

While smiling during the call to ask for leave at his workplace, he continued to clean the paint on the wall.

Meanwhile, Yingying in the inn’s second-floor room lay sprawled on the bed, drowsily holding the phone in confusion.

Hmm?

What’s gotten into this kid?

Why suddenly so polite?

Am I dreaming?

I must be muddled from sleep...

"Hmm hmm... yeah..."

Thinking she was dreaming, Yingying casually agreed a few times and hung up the phone.

Then, she scratched her belly exposed between her pajamas and sweatpants, turned over, and continued to sleep holding her pillow...

Meanwhile, in the A-Class classroom of Yuanyue.

Listening to Yan Huan’s voice on the phone, Bai Yi realized that the occasional rumors she heard in school were actually true...

Yan Huan, the President of Yuanyue Academy’s student council, the popular guy, was really working to make a living?

And even apologizing so meekly to his boss for just being a bit late to work...

Seeing this scene, a sense of superiority maliciously surged in Bai Yi’s heart.

Over the years, she had been on numerous variety shows and had shot a film, gaining some fame.

She had earned quite a bit of money for her family, and the clothes she wore, the things she used, the places she lived were all pretty decent...

Even if her mother praised him for being so smart and hardworking, what of it?

Even if he was specially picked by the studio leaders, what of it?

Even if he looked...

Maybe kind of possibly...

It’s pretty good.

Is it not that one still has to struggle for a living through such hardships?

Bai Yi thought so, watching Yan Huan hang up the phone.

Watching him put his phone into his pocket, but seemingly unable to hide his exhaustion as he yawned.

Even so, he continued diligently cleaning up the paint on the wall, not showing any irritation...

Watching him like this, the sense of superiority in Bai Yi’s heart felt like fireworks that burst and then could hardly last.

Under the guise of Carefree, she would never be discovered by anyone, and in this state, she was her truest self...

That despicable sense of superiority was like a spring, compressed for a long time and suddenly released, just like the anger that impulsed her to act rashly.

Thinking rationally, one could realize that she and Yan Huan really had no interactions.

In his perspective, he might not have done anything to deserve such treatment.

Usually, he has to study hard, handle numerous trifles of the student council, and work part-time after class to support himself...

Even so, he has to silently come back after school to clean up the traces of colorful paint...

Indeed, this is Bai Yi’s fault.

Economic principle assumes everyone is rational, assuming everyone will choose the most reasonable option when making decisions.

But the reality is, people can’t be rational all the time.

Especially when you are constantly being compared to someone else, being told he is better than you, more diligent than you, more valuable than you...

Of course, you would hate the person making those comparisons.

But also, it is hard to escape the deep-seated dislike and resistance towards him.

Especially when you have a pocket watch that allows you to enter the Carefree state...

It is a magnifying glass, a tool that amplifies filth silently.

But the reality is also that people can’t be irrational all the time.

Like this moment.

Bai Yi, in the Carefree state, opened her mouth slightly, but still couldn’t bring herself to carry out the filthy plan.

Indeed...

Don’t I hate the path arranged by my mother and agent the most?

"With such good conditions, of course, capitalize on the advantage, and capture the market with your appearance..."

So, I’ve always wanted to write songs, to create.

Watching him, who has an appearance like or even better than mine, not choose this path, yet I feel superior because of the status I achieved with my appearance?

Bai Yi felt simultaneously regret, jealousy, and confusion.

What she regretted was using the modifier on an innocent him and previously mocking his situation with such superiority.

What she was jealous of was that she truly felt those words her mother said, realizing his hardship and excellence.

People teach people, who can’t learn; situations teach people, just teach once.

But, why does such a person exist that makes her encounter him?

Having Yi already, why summon Huan?

Bai Yi clenched her teeth and her fists gradually tightened.

And finally, she was confused...

Previously he was already favored by the leaders at the station, so why would he choose to suffer like this now?

In any case, it should be easier than now, right?

It’s really curious...

Are you really so excellent and enduring, or...

Let me look again, the you who my mother always talks about in my ear, exactly what’s your situation...

"Phew...finally done..."

After a while, Yan Huan finally cleaned the paint off the tiles.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and patted his palms, which were stained with a strong scent of alcohol.

Then he turned around, pretending to pack up and ready to leave.

In fact, he wanted to assure Bai Yi’s status behind him.

However, when he looked back, the classroom was empty, without the girl’s figure...

"..."

Well, it looks like this wave of attack is temporarily resolved.

Yan Huan rubbed his wrist, glanced at the time on his phone, and it was time to go to work.

He picked up his backpack, yet his vigilance was not relaxed.

Because he had a premonition... that today was not over yet between Bai Yi and him...