Chapter 125: Spencer, Are You Going to Ruin the Club Battle?!

Chapter 125: Spencer, Are You Going to Ruin the Club Battle?!

“The Club Battle has officially begun!! The theme of this battle is [Love and Teamwork]!! A lot of interesting events have been added to the pool!

“Just submit your competition requests to the Student Council members scattered around, draw the competition content, and if you win, you can earn points!”

You Anli Na’s cheerful voice echoed throughout the campus, and shortly after, an upbeat drumbeat kicked in, followed by electric guitar and synthesized strings.

“Next, we have Bai Yi performing a cover of the theme song to kick off this Club Battle! Take it away!!”

On the screen, Bai Yi appeared in a JK uniform, winking at the camera, instantly stirring up cheers from countless boys in the school.

“Oh oh oh! It’s Bai Yi!!”

“Awesome!”

She held the microphone with a smile and began to sing along with the rhythm,

【Cute kiss, 1, 2, 3. How sly to look away at this moment~】

【You toy with my fluttering heart, just like it~】

【Although we both know, the proactive one is the loser】

【Yet my body won’t listen.】

Bai Yi’s beautiful voice resonated throughout the campus as the morning sun at around 8 or 9 AM bathed everything in vibrant light, igniting the passion of these young students beyond their studies.

“Go!! Crush the Comic Club!!”

“Defeat that damn Spencer!!”

“This year is our swimming club’s best chance!! Everyone, let’s go!!”

“Like hell! It’s the best chance for you all every year!!”

“…”

Watching the sun becoming increasingly blinding, Yan Huan had put on a long-sleeve teal sun protection jacket over his original outfit.

He tied a belt, grabbed a “referee’s record book,” and donned a Student Council cap and “Student Council” armbands, ready to support the Club Battle as a referee.

As for the other management members:

You Anli Na was in charge of logistics, broadcasting live updates and music across the various large screens set up in the school; Ya Qiao Mu was responsible for photography and equipment support; and Ai Xili led the discipline committee to maintain order.

Sakura Kyoko, who wasn’t in great health, generally avoided field activities like this, instead supervising as the stand-by team leader.

If anything needed coordinating or dispatching that was inconvenient on site, it was handed over to Sakura Kyoko.

“Sakura, I’m heading to the competition venue. Can I leave this to you?”

“Eh, of course.”

Sakura Kyoko looked at Yan Huan, who was smiling in front of her, and giggled behind her hand, saying,

“Let me know if there’s anything you need, President.”

Yan Huan nodded and made his way off the stage, first heading toward the Comic Club’s base.

After all, that place had almost turned into a “battleground” with Spencer’s provocations multiple times.

As Yan Huan’s back slowly disappeared from view, Sakura Kyoko’s originally composed expression gradually faded into one of uncertainty.

She bit her lip, thought for a second, then took out her phone.

Looking at Nairu’s plane avatar, she hesitated for a while before finally dialing a voice call.

“Beep…beep…”

Is something wrong, Nairu?

Just when Sakura Kyoko’s brows knitted together in worry, the call was surprisingly answered.

“Hello, young lady? Ow… it hurts… it hurts so much.”

Hearing Nairu’s feeble voice, Sakura Kyoko’s heart nearly clenched. Her face went pale as she hurriedly asked,

“Nairu, where are you?! What’s wrong!? Are you injured? Do you need me to call other bodyguards for help!? Medical staff too…”

“No, no need, young lady… hiss.”

While Sakura Kyoko was worriedly listening to the phone, suddenly a magnetic male voice came through.

“Sis, is the massage too strong? How about this—let’s lighten up a bit.”

Nairu’s previously pained voice sounded more relaxed. She let out a breath and said,

“Yes, yes, just like that, right above the shoulder blades… it hurts so much, you really need to massage it well.”

“…”

On the other end of the line, Sakura Kyoko’s face had turned completely black.

“Nairu… are you getting a massage?!”

“Huh? Yeah, I didn’t say I was doing anything else.”

“Aren’t you hiding away? How does it feel like you’re just casually on vacation?!”

On the other end, Nairu, draped in just a towel and covered in spa oil, tilted her head at the phone.

“I’m genuinely hiding. It’s just that I haven’t been discovered by that enemy yet; if you find me, young lady, you might never see me again.”

Sakura Kyoko opened her mouth but fell silent, not continuing to pry.

Nairu had mentioned her past to her before, especially about that terrifying enemy she referred to as the “Crimson Haired Demon.”

If Nairu felt she was no match for that Crimson Haired Demon and got caught, it would surely be like being thrown into the eighteenth layer of hell.

“So, what’s the matter that you called me, young lady?”

Nairu’s voice turned lazy again, but Sakura Kyoko’s voice sounded a little meek.

Thus, she shared her current confusion with Nairu.

She had bravely opened up once, confessed her feelings, and even gotten the President’s forgiveness, allowing her to remain as Vice President—but why did she still feel different?

“Like this.”

Nairu sighed as she listened, then spoke to Sakura Kyoko,

“Young lady, human hearts are complex. What you did before is like a thorn stuck in your flesh.

“Even if you pull it out, the gap remains; even if you heal afterward, it might leave a scar.”

Sakura Kyoko bit her lip in silence, yet Nairu continued,

“Making a mistake and facing no consequences, does such a thing exist in this world? And it seems like the current situation is much better than Yan Huan disliking you, right?”

“But…”

“Isn’t it just starting over? At least this time starting anew will feel more genuine and solid than the fake affection before?”

Nairu inhaled deeply and closed her eyes,

“Consider what attracts you to him, what he likes about you—think it through carefully, then make changes together and blend together.

“There are still two and a half years of high school left—there’s no rush.”

Sakura Kyoko held the phone, staring outside, lost in thought.

“More importantly, young lady, your health seems to be deteriorating. Once I’ve weathered this storm, I’ll come back to help you nurture your health.”

“Alright then, take care of yourself.”

“Okay.”

Sakura Kyoko hung up the phone, feeling re-energized.

Standing up, she looked out at the noisy scene.

“Replenishments!!”

“Damn it!!”

That direction—

Is that the Comic Club’s direction?

“Spencer! The final throwing distance is… 23 meters? Is that correct?!”

On the athletic field, the referee team was stunned after receiving the score report from the nearby classmate.

He adjusted his glasses, staring at Spencer, who casually hurled a 7.26-kilogram shot put over 20 meters, and he was completely taken aback.

No way?!

“Is that it?!”

Spencer clapped her hands as the astonished eyes of several Comic Club members turned to her, exhaling a hot breath with a disdainful smile.

The Taekwondo club president, whose face had turned red from exertion, gasped, muttering in disbelief,

“How is… how is this possible, you…?”

But Spencer’s expression wasn’t great either.

The first club to challenge was the Taekwondo Club, with the event drawn being shot put.

Since it was a team competition, they would take the minimum number of four club members as participants and determine the winner using the average scores of the two clubs.

Given that the four behind her, including An Le, could barely throw a few meters, it was all up to Spencer to carry all four.

Facing off against four competitors with each person scoring in six throws effectively meant Spencer had to throw the 7.25-kilogram shot put a total of 24 times!

Now that she had finished throwing, her right arm began to feel sore, and her heart rate started to increase.

“President, let’s go! Let the other clubs take over…”

Just then, watching as the Taekwondo club members attempted to drag their severely beaten president away, Spencer suddenly spoke up,

“Wait a sec!”

“What… what?!”

Spencer rubbed her right hand, looking at the stunned president, and said,

“I’m not just beating you four; I still need to face other clubs next. Don’t you think it’s a bit rude to just walk away? You should at least leave me a trophy, right?”

“You…”

Spencer’s blonde hair suddenly gleamed brighter as she squinted her eyes, eyeing the black belt around the president’s waist and said,

“That belt of yours looks pretty nice.”

The president’s face turned pale as she hurriedly covered the belt around her stomach, shouting,

“This is my black belt, fourth degree! You can’t—”

“Hand it over!”

“Slap!”

Spencer merely tugged at it lightly, and that belt, which had been tightly secured by the Taekwondo club president during all previous challenges, seemed to fall off with the wind, landing in her hand.

The president felt as if her soul had been sucked out by Spencer, collapsing limp in her members’ arms as they dragged her away from the scene.

“Comic Club earns 1 point! Taekwondo Club’s initial points reduced by one!”

The referee raised the flag, delivering the judgment.

Holding the plundered item, Spencer’s hair began to flicker with golden light.

A surge of energy filled her body, sweeping away her fatigue, causing her lips to curve into an even more wicked grin.

Indeed, my expectation was right!

Fighting to gain more, constantly snatching others’ things, I just wouldn’t feel tired.

Thinking about it this way, did I inadvertently invent a perpetual motion machine?!

Spencer’s azure eyes slightly lit up, sparkling with cleverness.

Then, she raised her gaze to scan the other observing clubs, asking,

“Who’s next?! Bring it on!”

“I’ll go!!”

At that moment, a bald head suddenly emerged from the crowd.

As soon as he appeared, the surrounding students all shouted,

“Awesome! It’s Senior Li from the Martial Arts Club!! We’re saved!”

“Quick! Use Dragon Kingdom martial arts to teach her a lesson!”

Spencer and the bald senior approached the referee’s stand to draw the next event.

Both glanced at the draw program written by Ya Qiao Mu, which clearly stated,

“Wrestling”

Senior Li halted, turning to look at Spencer.

And saw her tightening her fists, grinning at him menacingly,

“Wrestling, huh?”

“Uh, yeah.”

He gulped, a sense of foreboding filling him.

“Another loss?!”

“Spencer, are you going to ruin the Club Battle?!”

When Yan Huan arrived, it was just in time to see Senior Li being carried off on a stretcher from the scene.

Rumor has it he didn’t even touch Spencer’s people, just being tossed around like a punching bag multiple times, which had completely crushed his mentality.

After losing, he was further stripped of his spoils by Spencer.

Two more matches followed, all concluding with Spencer’s victories.

“President, you’re here!”

“Ah, it’s nothing. I just came to take a look.”

The referee from the Student Council wiped the sweat from his forehead, speaking helplessly,

“I heard from others that this area is the busiest since the Comic Club is involved.”

Yan Huan smiled slightly, taking off his cap and placing it on the referee’s head, saying,

“It’s been hours now; you must be sunburnt. Go take a break; I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

The referee touched his slightly heated cheeks and nodded,

“Alright, President.”

“Mm.”

Yan Huan took the scorebook from him. The Comic Club had mostly won today’s events, accumulating plenty of points.

He glanced at Spencer, whose hair had shimmered a little brighter after snatching the spoils, seemingly understanding what she was up to.

“…”

He narrowed his eyes, calculating in his mind.

At that moment, whispers reached his ears,

“Tsk, that Spencer’s annoying, but her methods are truly high-level. She’s really unbeatable.”

“Yeah, managing to sweep through with four useless hangers.”

The students resting at the sidelines were actually further from Yan Huan, closer to the Comic Club members.

An Le and a few others heard this, pursed their lips, unable to rebut, when Spencer swaggered back to An Le and scolded them,

“If you keep spouting slander about my club members, believe it or not, I’ll kick you both one at a time! Get lost!”

The two, looking as if they had seen a plague, quickly ran away, while An Le turned to look at Spencer, opening a bottled water for her.

“Spencer, here’s some water.”

“Ah.”

Spencer gulped down the mineral water without realizing that last time, drinking An Le’s water had landed her in trouble.

Even Little Pinky on An Le’s shoulder couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement,

“Is this girl heartless or just broad-minded? After having one bad experience, she still dares to drink again? She suspects nothing at all.”

Hearing Little Pinky’s words, An Le felt warm inside but also increasingly guilty.

So, she quickly asked,

“Spencer, are you tired? We can’t help much, so if…”

“Who says you can’t help?! Don’t listen to their nonsense. Here, if I can’t handle this, I’m leaving it to you.”

Spencer took a sip of water, beads of sweat covering her forehead and body.

Clearly, despite relying on plunder to regain her energy, she was still falling behind due to the continuous battle demands.

Because the items she stole were too weak, nothing compared to the thrill she’d felt when snatching from Sakura Kyoko earlier.

“This is…”

As Spencer drank her water, she handed a piece of paper to An Le and Jiang Yun.

It was the next competition item:

“Astronomy Quiz? Isn’t this the Astronomy Club’s event?”

Spencer grimaced, pulling out the paper she had received to show An Le and the others,

“It looks like a foreign language; I can’t understand it at all. I’ll put it on you guys.”

“Pfft!”

An Le chuckled, causing Spencer to feel a bit embarrassed as she scratched her head.

“But, I don’t really understand astronomy either?”

Meanwhile, Jiang Yun had been watching Spencer’s profile, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke up,

“Let me have a try; I was quite interested in this before.”

“Alright, I’m counting on you, Senior Jiang.”

Spencer obediently handed the paper to Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun gave her a sincere, sparkling glance and nodded, heading toward the competition venue.

Watching her go, Spencer, who was already out of breath, did not forget to remind her,

“Remember, if you win, snag their spoils too!!”

Jiang Yun waved her hand, saying nothing more.

Then, Spencer turned her gaze back to the two who had been huddled behind, Arakawa Kyouji and Nino, and with a pout said,

“Do you have any snacks? Share a bit, I’m so hungry.”

The two felt the penetrating stares filled with negativity from those around them, appearing somewhat apprehensive.

When Spencer inquired, Arakawa Kyouji finally turned and pulled out a pack of compressed biscuits from Spencer’s supplies.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

Spencer accepted the biscuits and turned back to watch the competition venue.

Meanwhile, the two quietly inched closer toward their base.

“…”

Yan Huan observed this scene from the sidelines as Meow-chan silently showed its form on his shoulder, saying,

“It seems that Jiang Yun and a few other club members aren’t influenced by Spencer’s Modifier, instinctively disliking her, meow?”

“Yeah, her mechanism is rather complex; it’s hard to figure out.”

Meow-chan looked at him and asked,

“Is finding this mechanism important?”

“I think it’s crucial. I believe this mechanism is not objective, but directly tied to some significant subjective feelings of Spencer.”

Yan Huan looked back at Meow-chan, adding,

“And it’s precisely those who aren’t affected by the Modifier that Spencer gets along with just fine.”

Spencer could beat up Pu Shuwen for the bullied An Le; when You Anli Na asked for fruit, she would give it.

If other members were bullied, she’d step up; she’d even clearly confess everything in front of Ye Lan.

Despite having a mediocre relationship and barely knowing each other, Spencer would contribute greatly for them.

For those influenced by the Modifier who disliked her, it was the complete opposite.

Her first encounter with Hua Zhaofeng had her angrily smashing things over him.

Yan Huan supported his chin, watching Spencer breathlessly gulping down water, saying,

“So, in her eyes, people are entirely different. Thus, she treats these two types of people in distinct ways.”

“Meow?”

Meow-chan didn’t understand, playing the role of the ambiance creator.

But Yan Huan didn’t need Meow-chan to comprehend because he hadn’t fully grasped Spencer’s mechanism either.

He couldn’t figure out how, in Spencer’s view, people appeared entirely different from one another.

“I’m done, President.”

At that moment, Jiang Yun and the Astronomy Club members finished answering their questions and handed their papers to Yan Huan for checking.

Yan Huan pulled out his phone, opening the database prepared by Ya Qiao Mu, which contained the correct answers.

In front of their watch, one by one, as he graded the papers, Jiang Yun’s was actually scoring better than the Astronomy Club’s member on the left.

Yan Huan glanced at Jiang Yun, while the Astronomy Club member next to her let out a “tsk.”

Clearly, she knew how impressive Jiang Yun was.

Yan Huan remained expressionless, simply announcing,

“Comic Club wins and earns points!”

“Is that for real…?”

“Another win?!”

Spencer rushed over, excitement filling her features as she hooked her arm around Jiang Yun’s shoulders and laughed,

“Great job, Senior Jiang! We won again! Ahaha!”

“Ah, it’s nothing; I could only do this much. More importantly, you look pretty tired. Are you alright?”

Spencer paused, glancing over at the Astronomy Club that had just lost, licking her lips.

“I’m fine, as long as—”

“I’ll challenge the Comic Club.”

Just as Spencer was eyeing something to snatch from the defeated members of the Astronomy Club, a cool and calm voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Not only did it catch Spencer off-guard, but even Yan Huan, acting as referee, was stunned.

“Ye Shiyu?”

Turning around, he saw Ye Shiyu, now clad in workout gear, holding a new phone, staring expressionlessly at Spencer.

“Who’s that? Haven’t seen her before?”

“The Sewing Club? What a joke. With so many sports clubs around, there’s no way she could beat us.”

“Hey, keep it down; she seems to be President Yan’s sister.”

Spencer turned to look at Ye Shiyu, instantly feeling a wave of annoyance wash over her.

“Tsk.”

Crossing her arms, she scoffed,

“Alright then, just as I was worried about not having any loot, which club are you from?”

“…Sewing Club.”

Ye Shiyu held up her phone, revealing it had a protective case, and upon closer look, Yan Huan noticed there was even a tempered glass shield on it!!

Well then, looks like it won’t break.

“Shiyu!”

Seeing the atmosphere on the field gradually becoming heavy, in order to prevent the Modifier from entangled evolution, Yan Huan planned to stand up and mediate.

But today, Ye Shiyu was particularly resolute. She merely tilted her head and asked Yan Huan,

“Is the Sewing Club not allowed to challenge the Comic Club, Xiao Huan?”

Yan Huan was momentarily stunned before replying,

“Well, it’s not that.”

“Then I challenge her.”

Without hypnotism, facing her directly, she could accomplish her task and earn more rewards by making Spencer look bad.

“Alright then, bring it on! Draw lots!”

Spencer cracked her knuckles, looking towards Yan Huan.

Yan Huan had no choice but to pull out his phone to draw the lots.

Let’s hope it’s not a sports event that leads to immediate conflict; wouldn’t it be nice to sit together, sip tea, and discuss sewing techniques?

The next second, upon clicking the “draw” button, a brand new event simultaneously appeared before them.

“Item Relay Race”

“Rules: Draw items to retrieve from the starting point; items can be any suitable physical entity. Return with the respective items to the starting point, and the first one to reach the finish line is the winner.”

Watching the drawn event, Yan Huan’s lips twitch slightly, as if sensing an ominous premonition.

But Spencer was completely oblivious, her smile growing even wilder as she provocatively looked at Ye Shiyu and said,

“You’re going to lose, Ye Shiyu! Last time at home, you startled me, but this time I’ll show you what’s up!”

“…”

Ye Shiyu’s expression remained unchanged as she replied coldly to Spencer,

“Give it a try.”