Chapter 124: Reporter You Anli Na Reporting Live For You

Chapter 124: Reporter You Anli Na Reporting Live For You

“Hey hey hey!

“Can I get a shot of this? OK!”

The camera powered on with a mechanical “buzzing” sound.

The surrounding noise filled my ears, and amid the commotion, You Anli Na, wearing a reporter’s outfit, stepped into the center of the frame with a microphone in hand.

“Hello everyone! I am You Anli Na, the secretary of the Student Council, and I’m also a reporter for the Far Moon Press!

“It’s now 8:12 in the morning and soon it will be 8:30, which means the bell will toll, and the annual Club Battle is about to begin!!

“At that time, representatives from various clubs will enter the Central Avenue of Far Moon, and I will be live broadcasting for everyone!”

You Anli Na gave a “Yay” gesture in front of her sparkling eyes before walking towards the observation platform.

At that moment, students sporting “Student Council” and “Disciplinary Committee” armbands were bustling around, while various school staff were checking synchronization equipment.

Yan Huan was holding a walkie-talkie and stood facing the observation platform, speaking with Ya Qiao Mu in the distance,

“Can you do a test flight over there and check the resolution? Are you sure it’ll come out clear?”

“Trust the president, this is our Computer Club’s ace. We just need to regroup when we enter, and during that time, we won’t be able to take photos.”

“No problem, just try flying now.”

“Okay.”

“Buzz buzz buzz!”

With Ya Qiao Mu’s voice booming, he waved at the observation stand while wearing a baseball cap.

Following that, a drone took off under his control, circling the field with a camera onboard.

“President! I’m You Anli Na, the intern reporter from Far Moon Press, and I’m here to interview you!”

The camera zoomed in on Yan Huan’s handsome profile.

Upon hearing her, he looked momentarily stunned, then turned to face her. After spotting her outfit, his expression darkened instantly.

“Aren’t you part of the Student Council?! At the very least, aren’t you from the Model United Nations? How did you end up at Far Moon Press?”

“Hehe, everyone in the Model UN already called it quits, so I just switched sides! Besides, didn’t you also ask me to be the host? Looks like a perfect fit~”

“Student You Anli Na is quite the scoop hunter, providing us with a lot of meaningful headlines.”

This came from a girl holding a camera, serving as a voiceover.

You Anli Na proudly placed her hands on her hips, pulling out a small notebook to showcase to Yan Huan.

“Look at this, ‘Who will the president’s romance bloom with, is it fate or childhood friendship?’ ‘Finals of the Battle, love eternal,’ ‘The Cold-Faced Witch Battles the Golden Lion King.’”

Yan Huan’s expression turned darker as he flipped through the notebook filled with messy scribbles, retorting,

“Isn’t this just gossip?”

“No, no, no! This is a chronicle, everything written here will become reality.”

You Anli Na raised her finger with a proud look.

“…Heh.”

Shaking her head, she pointed the microphone at Yan Huan and said,

“I’m here to interview the president! Hehe, it was said that you liked someone, and now everyone wants to know more. Who is that girl?”

Yan Huan’s expression turned blank as he quickly and flatly replied,

“I’m not, I don’t have anyone. You heard wrong.”

“Why so?! You clearly said you did before, and now you’re denying it!”

“What I said is also a chronicle, and it will become reality.”

You Anli Na’s face flushed red as she raised the microphone, exclaiming loudly,

“Counter! Chronicles are invalid! Hmph, just you wait, president! I will uncover the slightest clue about your crush!!”

“Sure, go ahead. And for unrelated personnel, please don’t wander around here; help me water the roses in the greenhouse, thanks.”

“Hmph! We’ll go, Ouyang Senior! I’ll personally find out the answers!”

“…Wait, did Little Huan really say he has someone he likes?”

In the camera’s frame, Ye Shiyu’s expressionless but stunningly beautiful face became clearer.

After hearing You Anli Na’s question, her expression shifted slightly as she asked,

“Is that true?! It absolutely can’t be false! But nothing was mentioned before, so it should be recent?”

You Anli Na tilted her head, pondering the specifics and then continued questioning Ye Shiyu,

“Ye Senior, you’re very close to the president, having been recognized as his older sister. Do you have any insider information?”

Dressed in a beautifully tailored handmade dress, Ye Shiyu was standing in front of the Sewing Club’s lineup.

Seeing You Anli Na’s exceedingly curious expression, her gaze became void momentarily as she thought,

Little Huan, perhaps has a crush on someone nearby.

“…”

As she considered this point, her eyes suddenly grew colder, and the phone in her hand began emitting a faint purple glow.

That inexplicable terrifying aura caused the surrounding temperature to drop, making the girl holding the camera tremble involuntarily, causing the image to shake slightly.

“Ding ding ding~”

“It feels a bit chilly, haha, Ye Senior.”

Yet, You Anli Na was completely oblivious, unaware that the source of the terror stemmed from Ye Shiyu.

“So, Ye Senior, do you have any news?”

“…”

Ye Shiyu fixed her her gaze on her, then suddenly, calmly yet chillingly said,

“…That’s a false rumor.”

“Eh, but back then…”

“False rumor.”

“…Alright.”

Sweat began to bead on You Anli Na’s forehead, but she still maintained a smile and moved the microphone closer to Ye Shiyu, inquiring,

“Does Ye Senior have anything to say to everyone? Any words for the battle, or insights into school life? After all, Ye Senior just came to Linyi Gate and joined the Far Moon family this semester!”

“I believe that…”

Ye Shiyu raised her gaze toward the camera, her pink lips parting to exhale words as cold as the biting wind from the North.

“High school students should focus more on diligent study rather than idly paying attention to others’ romantic lives, especially their younger siblings.”

“That’s quite an exotic sentiment, no wonder Ye Senior’s grades are so outstanding, haha.”

You Anli Na felt a bit awkward while the seniors in the Sewing Club began calling for Ye Shiyu.

“Ye Senior, could you come help us? There seems to be a bit of an issue with this threading, and we can’t quite solve it.”

“…Coming.”

With an expressionless face, Ye Shiyu held her phone and turned to leave, gradually disappearing from the camera’s view.

You Anli Na awkwardly shifted her attention back to the microphone, saying,

“It seems Ye Senior’s family values are quite strict. Since we didn’t gain any valuable news here, let’s go interview someone else who may have insider info!”

“Yan Huan likes someone?”

In the camera’s view, Bai Yi, dressed in the same JK uniform from the MV shoot, nodded her chin thoughtfully.

She pondered for a moment, sneaking a glance at You Anli Na, and asked,

“Wait, Secretary You Anli Na, are you sure Yan Huan had someone ‘recently’ or ‘suddenly’ he likes?”

“Uh-huh, that’s right! He never mentioned it before! This is really the first time!”

After confirming it a few times, Bai Yi’s smile was barely containable.

Yan Huan and Sakura Kyoko had been acquainted for nearly a year; no way could love suddenly bloom now.

Ye Shiyu was merely a step-sibling harboring a crush on her younger brother; Yan Huan didn’t harbor such feelings for her at all.

An Le, the weak childhood friend, overlooked.

Spencer.

Yan Huan must be at his wit’s end with her, right?

Then, who could this remaining crush be?

“Ah, who could Yan Huan possibly like? It’s so hard to guess~”

Feigning confusion, Bai Yi said, but at the same time, her smile seemed almost frozen.

You Anli Na failed to pick up on the underlying meaning behind her smile, instead dumbfoundedly asked,

“Yeah, but I remember that president just shot a music video with you, Bai Yi. Could this lead to any insider info?”

“Hmm, insider info? I don’t have any.”

Bai Yi tilted her head, covering her mouth with a hand as she chuckled,

“Though I know that Yan Huan really likes the songs I write, often asking when I’m coming out with new ones, I really don’t know who he might like.”

“Oh well. Hey, Bai Yi, you’re quite popular with the boys at school! As a big star, could I ask you about your love life?”

As the microphone suddenly inched closer, Bai Yi’s face bloomed a brilliant shade of red as she fiddled with her fingers, finally saying,

“As for romance, well… right now, I must prioritize my career, so I haven’t considered it much.”

“Oh, so you haven’t thought about it?”

“Not exactly that I haven’t thought about it; romance is still quite alluring.”

“Is that so? What’s your ideal type?”

“Hmm, let me see, someone outstanding, someone who can steadfastly support and encourage me?”

You Anli Na’s big eyes sparkled as she listened intently to her description.

But that was highly unfair; it was like painting a target on her forehead!

If she said a few more words, Bai Yi’s name would probably be plastered across the school.

“That one, then?”

“Hey! Where are you two from? Get out of here; Bai Yi hasn’t finished her makeup yet.”

“Ah, ah, I’m so sorry! We’ll leave right now!”

Suddenly, a staff member holding a makeup toolbox burst in, startling You Anli Na and Ouyang Senior.

The footage became abruptly jerky as they hurried out.

You Anli Na, gripping the microphone, called out while running,

“It seems Bai Yi has no news either! However, we unexpectedly gained some tidbits. Hehe, let’s go ask others!”

“President likes someone…”

In the camera’s view, Sakura Kyoko’s expression turned pale upon hearing You Anli Na’s statement.

Her gaze darted away, seemingly haunted by the scars left by Spencer’s harsh blow the previous noon.

Although she had already admitted her mistakes and been forgiven by the president, even remaining in her position, what about the matter of “liking”?

After going through all this, would the president still like the version of herself she had worn so carefully?

In that moment, Sakura Kyoko’s heart was clearly in turmoil, leaving her incapable of divulging any information, instead asking,

“Wait, You Anli Na, aren’t you part of the Student Council? You should at least be from Model United Nations. How can you…”

You Anli Na regarded Sakura Kyoko with wide, fish-like eyes, exclaiming,

“The president already asked me that! How did you both arrive at identical questions without prior communication?”

“Eh?”

Sakura Kyoko was slightly taken aback, then cleared her throat and composed her expression, masking any signs of nervousness.

“That’s completely normal; everyone in the Student Council knows each other.”

“Know each other, huh? Does that mean I also…”

You Anli Na stroked her chin, but Sakura Kyoko seized the opportunity to retort,

“Exactly! So no doubt you have some guesses about whom the president likes?”

“Perhaps.”

“No doubt, tell me, who do you feel is the most compatible with the president and could forge a solid bond?”

Sakura Kyoko chuckled, guiding You Anli Na toward the answer she wanted, trying to bolster her own confidence that had been wavering.

“Um, Bai Yi, perhaps?!”

“…”

Has You Anli Na lost her mind?

She should just go sit at the same table as Ya Qiao Mu.

With a smile still on her lips, Sakura Kyoko fell silent for a second, then mischievously chuckled,

“While Bai Yi is indeed impressive, I believe the president would prefer someone more warm and reserved.”

“…So, that would mean that childhood friend, An Le?”

“.”

Sakura Kyoko’s smile remained, but veins began to throb on her forehead.

“An Le is cute too, but having known the president for so long, how could they suddenly develop feelings for each other now?”

You Anli Na’s face reddened, seemingly reaching a point of overload in her mind.

“Sakura, that’s absolutely not possible! The president doesn’t even seem like the type that Ai Xili would fancy.”

“.”

Sakura Kyoko’s smile finally cracked, and her clenched hands beneath her sleeves began to tighten, as if she was preparing to pounce on You Anli Na.

“Could it be me?!”

You Anli Na’s genius brain, after much deliberation, finally arrived at a corresponding answer.

In the next instant, Sakura Kyoko reached out and gave her a light smack on the head.

“Bang!”

“Ouch.”

It wasn’t painful at all; even though Sakura Kyoko had exerted herself, it still didn’t hurt a bit.

“By the way, You Anli Na, aren’t you forgetting that I can’t be filmed~”

You Anli Na looked at Sakura Kyoko with a pitiful expression as she suddenly smiled softly, then turned toward the camera and said,

“If my image is leaked publicly, I’m pretty sure my family will come knocking on your door tonight for a chat, so it’s best…”

“Eh, eh, eh?!! An An, we’ll go interview someone else! Don’t make our lives miserable!!!”

With You Anli Na’s panic-stricken voice, the camera shook violently.

The whole scene suddenly cut off, turning into a void with a “404” error message.

“Yan Huan? Someone he likes?”

In the preparation area for the clubs, while there were numerous members in other clubs, the Comic Club only had a pitiful five people.

Despite this, Spencer made ample preparations, purchasing large banners, matching uniforms, various snacks, and supplies.

As the president, Spencer had been bustling about this past few days, and now was looking around, clearly checking for anything that other clubs had that they might have overlooked.

Thus, upon hearing the words, Spencer, adorned in the Comic Club’s “battle robes,” merely muttered to herself, while beside her, An Le’s face suddenly turned red.

The so-called “battle robes” were not some bizarre clothing with the main character’s image from the Comic books printed on them, but rather a full set of high-end sportswear customized by the Golden Lion Group, complete with shoes.

It was just that at Spencer’s request, the name “Far Moon Academy Comic Club” was printed on the chest.

“Uh, um…”

In front of the camera, An Le fumbled to organize her thoughts.

On the other side, Spencer decisively declared,

“Well, it doesn’t matter who it is, as long as they get taken away.”

Whoever it might be; robbing them is all that matters!

Be it Sakura Kyoko or Ye Shiyu.

“Is that so? Seems Spencer isn’t interested in the topic of love.”

“Eh?”

Spencer turned her head as if just realizing, looking at You Anli Na with the microphone and Ouyang Senior standing behind her holding a camera.

You Anli Na stepped closer, eager to interview,

“I’ve heard that most clubs have decided to target your club first before the match. With such a pressure, what do you want to say, Spencer?”

“We’re going to win.”

“What an assertive statement! Is that the credibility of the Comic Club’s president?”

You Anli Na’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Spencer who exuded so much confidence, then asked,

“Why is Spencer so confident? Did you develop a strategy, or… wait, what are you looking at, Spencer?”

In the footage, Spencer’s gaze wasn’t on You Anli Na but rather staring straight at the camera.

Suddenly, Spencer spoke,

“It looks like other clubs are ready with a camera too, while our club forgot.”

“Wh-what?”

You Anli Na tilted her head, but the camera operator, Ouyang Senior, felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively took a step back.

“Hey, that camera looks pretty good, where’d you get it?”

“…”

The camera’s view retreated, but Spencer continued to close in.

Though the entire scene shook for a moment as if shaking her head in refusal.

It was as if the more she was denied, the more excited Spencer became.

Ouyang Senior, who hadn’t spoken up until now, finally lost her composure and exclaimed,

“No, no, no! This is my first camera for learning photography; it’s decorated with my stickers!”

“Ah! Spencer! Don’t do this!!!”

“Hand it over!”

The scene descended into chaos as the camera was seized.

As the camera shook uncontrollably, no one noticed the light in Spencer’s hair becoming increasingly vibrant, her two horn-like twists shimmering.

Amid the noise, the Far Moon Bell Tower finally chimed in a lively and rhythmic manner,

“Bang~ Bang~ Bang~”

The once beautiful chime for timekeeping now rang out only at significant events.

And from this point forward, it officially signified the start of the annual Far Moon Club Battle.

“The Club Battle is about to begin, now let’s welcome the organizing Student Council to deliver the opening speech!”

On the observation platform, no teachers or school board members were present on one side of the observing platform.

At this moment, the only person on stage was the long-faced, downtrodden host, You Anli Na.

Behind her stood Student Council President Yan Huan and Vice President Sakura Kyoko.

“President, here’s the printed opening speech I prepared.”

Yan Huan instinctively stepped forward, moving out of the shadow cast by the observation platform, standing in front of the eager crowd.

Beside him, Ya Qiao Mu flew the drone over to take pictures of him, which would later be uploaded to the Far Moon Academy website.

Holding the opening address, he stepped forward, gazing at the excited crowd assembled before him, when he suddenly paused and turned back.

Behind him, Sakura Kyoko stood smiling in the shadows, clapping while watching him.

Seeing him turn back, she tilted her head in confusion.

“…”

After a brief silence, Yan Huan suddenly smiled and walked back.

He pulled Sakura Kyoko’s wrist, handing over the speech to her.

“C-Could it be the president?”

“This speech is yours to deliver, Sakura.”

Then, gently, he pulled Sakura Kyoko from behind the scenes to the forefront, directly facing the microphone.

Sakura Kyoko blinked, looking at Yan Huan standing beside her.

Yan Huan cast a glance at Ya Qiao Mu, who immediately understood and took the drone away to film the distant school board members.

Only then did he return his gaze to Sakura Kyoko.

After locking eyes for a moment, Sakura Kyoko took a deep breath and lifted the speech in her hand,

“Springtime in March, the mountains smile. Good morning, everyone! This is the 47th Student Council of the Far Moon Academy. I’m Vice President Sakura Kyoko, and I’ll represent…”

Her calm words echoed through the campus, passing through the eager students awaiting the Club Battle to commence.

Eventually reaching the observation stage filled with school board members.

Hemis, with a face full of wrinkles, gazed at Sakura Kyoko in the distance, slightly losing composure as he turned to the Director of Student Affairs beside him, asking,

“Is it because of that Sakura girl from the family you approved the Comic Club’s placement?”

“…Y-yes, Principal. There’s no choice; if I approve, it’s not exactly right, and if I disapprove, it’s even worse. It’s genuinely complicated, isn’t it?”

“…”

Hemis cast a glance at the distribution of the various clubs while covering his face, feeling increasingly distressed.

“Yeah, everything is complicated; shall we all just make do? If that Spencer girl got expelled, I’d be in quite a predicament when I step down; you resign, and we’d both have bright futures.”

“…”

In the quiet of the boardroom, no one dared to speak, while in the distance, Sakura Kyoko’s speech approached its conclusion,

“And now I declare, the 47th Club Battle officially begins!”

Sakura Kyoko sighed in relief, lowering the speech and turning back to face Yan Huan.

He gazed directly at her, then smiled slightly, without a word.

“Bang~ Bang~ Bang~”

As the chime from Far Moon sounded, You Anli Na officially welcomed the opening ceremony.

“The Sewing Club presents their handcrafted Nine Heavenly Fairy’s Skirt. Please enjoy!”

Among the Sewing Club’s ranks, a beautifully dressed senior from the third year proudly walked through the spacious Central Avenue of Far Moon, smiling faintly at the students on either side, scattering flowers from her hand.

“Wow, the Sewing Club’s seniors are so beautiful!”

“What skilled hands!”

Trailing behind was Ye Shiyu, her expression blank but casting a glance toward Yan Huan and Sakura Kyoko staring at each other at the observation platform.

“The Computer Club presents their drone performance! Please enjoy!”

The drones, initially roaming and shooting photos under Ya Qiao Mu’s control, suddenly pivoted, gathering as a formation with others taking off from behind.

Swiftly they flew down Central Avenue, and as they zipped past the observation platform, the pre-rolled scrolls beneath them suddenly unfurled, displaying dozens of large posters of anime heroines.

“Master, please give it your all~”

The various heroine voices echoed, reverberating throughout the entire campus with the drones flying further away.

“Whoa!!”

“Run! The Computer Club is full of nerds!”

“Whoa! The two-dimensional is attacking!!”

The formations showcased their respective club’s culture and content as they moved to the event’s finale.

Most were athletic clubs that participated in various school competitions, set in massive teams and were exceptionally powerful in the Club Battle.

“Now entering is the track and field club, having won numerous national and world-class awards for the school!”

On the Central Avenue, the leading blonde male student walked proudly, and as he did, cheers erupted from the crowd.

“President Owen! President Owen!”

“Gongzi, look at your boyfriend!”

As a star-level figure within the school and the one most likely to win the Club Battle, his entrance had everyone cheering.

Behind him was Hua Zhaofeng from the track and field recruitment department, his injury just about healed.

He had previously been knocked down by Spencer’s table, but thankfully her strength was precise, and he suffered no major harm.

“The last club entering today is the newly established Comic Club led by Aria Spencer!”

You Anli Na, holding the microphone, glared at the group of five Comic Club members marching down the avenue, all dressed uniformly.

Spencer was playing with a camera that looked out of place in her hands.

Yet, her bag bulged full of green Eagle Country bills, prompting her to suppress her anger again.

There was no way around it; even if she stole it from Ouyang Senior, she had given too much.

“Come on!!”

“Get out! Get out!”

“What a smelly group of leftovers!”

“Shh! That girl behind Spencer is the president’s childhood friend.”

“…Just her?”

“LOL, ‘Comic Club’? If we don’t rob them blind during the Club Battle, I’ll eat it!”

As they entered, a chorus of booing and shouts erupted.

Even those who were seeing Spencer for the first time couldn’t help but feel a wave of disdain and joined in the uproar.

Yan Huan glanced at the group of people who seemed overwhelmed by the outcry, unsure of what they were thinking.

Only Spencer remained unfazed, raising her middle finger, flipping off the countless classmates.

“.”

Yan Huan’s expression turned dark as he picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke to Ya Qiao Mu.

“Don’t film this segment.”

“Sure thing, President.”

Ya Qiao Mu found it hard to suppress his laughter, quietly retracting the drone.

Sakura Kyoko was standing next to Yan Huan, squinting her eyes at the “middle-finger-waving” Spencer, her thoughts unreadable.

In the next second, Spencer seemed to notice Yan Huan and Sakura Kyoko on the platform.

She exchanged glances with Sakura Kyoko; then suddenly, she stuck her tongue out mischievously.

“.”

Sakura Kyoko turned red instantly.

Clenching the railing beside her, an anonymous fire ignited within her.

Clearly, everyone who had been flipped off also felt the rage igniting in their hearts.

“Just wait, Spencer! We’ll see what happens to you later!”

“Yeah, how dare you be so arrogant?!”

Spencer remained unflinching, gripping the camera she had snatched, her golden hair shimmering brightly as though soaking up even more energy.

“Alright, bunch of losers, bring it on!”

“Your mother!”

“.”

On the school board’s observation platform, Hemis watched the boiling crowd ready to storm in, and he felt the vigor and life surging around him.

Just kidding; he could feel the ominous signs fluttering overhead, knowing he had turned Far Moon into his burial ground.

With all this resentment directed towards Spencer, wouldn’t they be getting expelled?

“.”

Hemis felt a pang of anxiety, nearly collapsing in his seat.

But no matter what, time couldn’t be turned back; the situation had already spiraled out of control.

Because the Club Battle from this moment on…

Had officially begun.