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Chapter 53: She Has Collected Infinite Gems

Chapter 53: She Has Collected Infinite Gems

“Bang!”

In the corridor, Sakura Kyoko watched Spencer wandering like a headless fly, gradually getting lost. She sneered in disdain.

After witnessing that guy ignore her modifications to common sense, Sakura Kyoko even panicked for a second, but quickly calmed down.

This guy was helpless against the barrier after brute force failed; his reckless running and smashing couldn’t solve the problem at all. That’s when she remembered to take out her phone.

Of course, the phone had no signal whatsoever.

Now, Spencer was squatting in some corner of the corridor, looking like he was tortured by the barrier, his brain overloaded.

“Ahhhh, where the heck do I get out from?!”

He had completely lost his sense of direction.

Time was running out.

This situation neatly separated Spencer from the Student Council President, allowing her to remain undetected in the shadows.

“Clap!”

With a gentle pat on the wall, Sakura Kyoko retracted all the spread-out barriers.

“Zzzz~”

The previously dead signal of the earphones instantly came back to life, the surveillance reconnected to this corridor, and those NPCs locked in the abandoned classroom peeked out with confused expressions.

“Mistress Sakura!”

“Mistress!”

“Just now the door suddenly shut tight, and it’s silent outside. We can’t reach Nairu-san either!”

A ghost peeking from the corridor, painted in various ghostly styles, called out excitedly, making Sakura Kyoko almost lose her composure.

“Shh!”

She quickly raised a finger to her lips, pointing toward the Health Room.

Meaning: Don’t let the President hear.

All the NPCs instantly understood and sealed their mouths, then began whispering through their Bluetooth earphones.

“Mistress! Are you okay?!”

Nairu’s anxious voice suddenly came, the sharply increasing volume made Sakura Kyoko tilt her head.

“I’m fine, just now—”

“Just now, the surveillance signal for the entire second floor of the haunted house suddenly dropped. We have no idea what’s happening, and it seems like the mechanisms for every door have automatically activated, preventing the staff from opening them.”

“Ah, it’s probably a malfunction; the President has already reached the end, right?”

It was previously mentioned that if she didn’t go through the secret passage in the Health Room, she’d need to take a detour to the third floor to reach the exit on the other side of the first floor.

Sakura Kyoko swiftly climbed the stairs to the third floor and asked Nairu immediately.

At this moment, Sakura Kyoko planned to take a detour from the third floor to meet the President.

“I was just about to tell you that, Mistress. Didn’t that blonde girl come with a girl before?”

“Girl?”

As she walked, Sakura Kyoko paused slightly, an ominous premonition welling up in her heart.

Yeah, that Spencer indeed brought a girl with her when she came.

But that girl looked like a complete introvert, meek and timid, causing Sakura Kyoko to lose interest at first glance.

Now, Sakura Kyoko still remembered the only reason she paid attention to that girl was because she rationally spoke up for them during a conflict.

“Ah, Mistress, when the President entered the Health Room, that girl just happened to enter too. They are currently in a secret passage leading to the exit; there are no cameras in the passage, and—”

“And?”

“And it’s been a while since they went in, and they still haven’t come out. No one knows what they’re doing inside.”

Sakura Kyoko held her phone, her little face startled into a still expression.

Then, she tossed her umbrella aside, lifted her skirt, and sprinted towards the third floor.

This is bad! Focusing all her energy on defending against that troublesome Spencer ended up causing her to miss another person.

She got robbed!!

Right now, Sakura Kyoko felt like she had just won a team battle, without having the time to enjoy the joy of victory, only to check the mini-map.

The enemy is attacking our crystal!?

“What the heck? That girl sneaked into the Health Room and Nairu, why didn’t you remind me?”

“Because everyone’s attention was drawn to that blonde girl, and that girl was too subtle. But I had a look at the surveillance, and their interaction seemed quite normal. Even if they entered the secret passage, nothing should happen, right?”

Sakura Kyoko’s stamina was pretty poor; after running a few steps up the stairs, she started panting.

Leaning against the wall, she listened to those words and began to suspect the logic behind them.

“Phew.”

Yeah, nothing should happen…

But the moment that thought popped into her head, she started doubting the reasoning behind it.

Is it possible that this thought was also a product of that damned Spencer’s super ability?

Thinking of this, Sakura Kyoko felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.

Gritting her teeth, she dashed down the stairs toward the entrance of the secret passage.

She pushed open the entrance to the secret passage, which resembled a slide; the background probably was the trash disposal area of the Teaching Building.

The President and that girl still haven’t come out?!

How long have they been inside?!

“Hahaha.”

Calling out into the darkness, Sakura Kyoko gasped,

“President!!”

What on earth were the President and that girl doing inside?!

“Ding ding ding~”

Meanwhile, in the dim passage, An Le’s phone rang out like a tolling bell, catching her attention.

Blushing, she was about to catch her breath and lift her head but was startled back down by Yan Huan, who was so close.

“Wait—”

An Le’s flustered brain instinctively blurted out, following the routine of their childhood games, before she realized what she had said.

“Thump. Thump. Thump.”

Yan Huan also slightly widened his eyes, looking at her with a gaze that could only see her rosy cheek.

So soft and tender, Yan Huan wondered if he could take a bite and water would ooze out.

But he didn’t act recklessly; instead, he pretended to be lost in the effects of the modifier.

“Hey, that phone—”

Yan Huan held her black hair, glancing at the name displayed on the phone.

“…”

Then he turned back, softly saying in the darkness,

“Not relevant, An Le, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that, Yan Huan, I can’t—”

An Le stepped back cautiously, her timid voice dwindling until the last sentence could only be heard by herself, making even her little pinky raise an eyebrow at her.

“I might… not be able to hold back…”

“Ah? What did you say?”

Little Pinky flicked his tongue and looked at An Le inquisitively.

An Le then seized this lifeline and turned to Little Pinky, hurriedly asking,

“Little Pinky, I need to cancel the superconducting mode; remember to make Yan Huan’s memory seem natural. I don’t want to…”

“I know, but it’s a rare opportunity; are you sure you don’t want to do anything?”

This time, Little Pinky’s tone lacked any tone of reprimand, merely asking one more time.

Originally, Little Pinky had low expectations for An Le, thinking “sixty points is considered a win,” but this sudden turn got a “ninety points”!

Not only had they recognized each other, hugged, but now they were using the modifier, too!

Alright, alright…

Now, in Yan Huan’s eyes, An Le didn’t just have a filter; even in Little Pinky’s eyes, she was shining bright!

An Le opened her mouth and mused silently in her mind,

“Even if I don’t do anything, with just this little time, what could possibly…”

“.”

Little Pinky opened his mouth, then suddenly burst into laughter.

He playfully tapped An Le on the shoulder with his tail, mischievously saying,

“Who knows? A boy with unspent energy doesn’t necessarily need that long, you know~”

“Little Pinky!”

An Le’s face turned even redder. She gently patted Little Pinky’s head, signaling him to keep it clean.

Little Pinky wasn’t offended; instead, he just gazed at Yan Huan with his red snake-like eyes.

Hehe, every host with limits initially says: “I only want a normal romance.”

But once you put extraordinary stimulation in front of them, their limits will slowly erode, ultimately becoming a slave to their desires.

No rush~

Hiss~

While An Le gathered the artistic works scattered on the ground into her bag, Little Pinky began to operate.

He extended his tongue, and his crimson mouth opened, seemingly as deep as an abyss, swallowing the white mist connected to Yan Huan.

Along with that, everything that had occurred in his mind during this time was consumed.

As Little Pinky opened his mouth, Yan Huan immediately sensed a feeling similar to when the other modifiers concluded, that sensation of having memories devoured.

The memories started to fork at the moment he beheld that artistic work; he hadn’t actually seen any artistic pieces but recalled the times spent with his childhood friend.

An Le’s image became clearer and more beautiful, making Yan Huan feel a sense of flutter, causing him to linger and not want to return.

What was more frightening was that after the memories were revised, that abnormal fondness for An Le, which arose because of the modifier, was surprisingly preserved.

Yan Huan blinked, looking at An Le in the dark.

That shining goddess-like feeling vanished, but he genuinely thought An Le was very pretty, very to his taste.

Almost comparable to Sakura Kyoko, who entered his good zone.

Turning a boy who preferred flat-chested girls into a slave to busty ladies!

Hiss, this kid is terrifying!

But even though Yan Huan realized this, he still couldn’t deny that An Le had become cuter, more fragrant~

“Yan Huan, are you alright?”

“I’m okay.”

Feeling Yan Huan’s warm smile gradually returning to normal, An Le couldn’t help but bite her lips.

For some reason, a slight feeling of disappointment surfaced in her heart.

She didn’t show it on her face, but only Little Pinky, who was grinning on her shoulder, noticed her disappointment.

“Hiss~”

He merely flicked his tongue, not revealing this fact.

Yan Huan turned to the now-silent phone, reaching to grab it.

He glanced at the screen, smiling at An Le,and said,

“It’s been a long time since we last met. I’m really happy to see you. I even forgot to answer the call.”

“Is that so? I’m also very happy to see Yan Huan.”

Hearing this, Yan Huan’s smile retracted slightly as he reached out to pat her head, saying,

“Then why didn’t you come find me when you knew we were at the same school during the public announcement for the President election? You had to know I was around.”

“Ugh~”

As Yan Huan patted An Le’s head, she instinctively squinted her eyes, feeling like a cat enjoying the comfort while following the direction of Yan Huan’s hand.

But soon, she blushed and looked down, saying,

“Y-You’re treating me like a child again…”

Yan Huan was slightly taken aback by her words, his expression becoming complicated.

He withdrew his hand, smiling,

“Right, you’re not the same as before…”

Upon hearing this, An Le instinctively raised her gaze to search for his expression, but at that moment, he had already turned away, looking towards the other end of the passage.

“Okay, let’s prepare to head out.”

“Alright…”

Along the way, Yan Huan dialed Bai Yi’s mother’s number.

“Beep—”

“Beep—”

“Hello, Yan Huan, has Yi Yi told you where to find us?”

In the quiet, cramped passage, Bai Yi’s mother’s voice was easily overheard by An Le.

“No, Aunt.”

“Ugh, this kid’s… So, Yan Huan, you should come to the main venue around eleven-thirty. I’ll have someone come to pick you up, okay?”

“Sure thing, thank you, Aunt.”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

Yan Huan hung up the call, and in the dark of the passage ahead, a structure similar to a slide appeared.

“Looks like we need to go out from here, An Le.”

“Hmm.”

Yan Huan sat down while An Le sat behind him, gently clutching his clothes.

Yan Huan slid forward a bit, then stuck his legs on both sides of the passage, turning back to check on An Le.

“Okay, ready to go out.”

“President!!”

A sudden shout rang from the end of the passage; it was Sakura Kyoko’s voice.

Yan Huan froze momentarily, while An Le, holding onto his clothes, suddenly tensed up like a terrified mistress caught cheating.

“Ugh!”

She instinctively tried to hide behind Yan Huan, but she forgot he had already slid down, resulting in her movement sending her colliding forward.

“!”

In the next second, friction could no longer support their combined weight, and Yan Huan stumbled, sliding down with An Le toward the light-filled exit.

The soft cushion-like figure pressed against Yan Huan’s back caused his eyes to widen slightly as they slid out towards brightness.

Outside the entrance, just as Sakura Kyoko planned to call out again, a rustling sound of hurried clothing emerged from within.

In the blink of an eye, disheveled Yan Huan and An Le tumbled out, appearing right in front of Sakura Kyoko.

“Ugh, Yan Huan.”

“Yan Huan?”

Sakura Kyoko paused slightly, chewing on this address.

Wait a minute, why does everyone seemed to be calling the President by such nicknames other than herself?

Alright, alright, Ye Shiyu and Spencer are vying for the President, and now even you want to join the fun.

Then let’s settle this!!

A polite smile appeared on Sakura Kyoko’s face, but her heart was already sharpening its knives.

“Sakura?”

Yan Huan glanced up at the unscathed Sakura Kyoko waiting here, while An Le, hiding behind him and clutching her black bag, unveiled a pure and fair face as she took off her mask.

At this moment, that adorable face was flushed, holding a touch of moisture, and her hands grasped Yan Huan’s clothes tightly.

She turned to Sakura Kyoko, hastily greeting,

“Vice President Sakura.”

Clearly just a regular greeting, paired with her affectionate gesture with Yan Huan, but Sakura Kyoko felt as if she smelled a hint of tea.

Yan Huan quickly stood up, and An Le, unable to grasp him anymore, could only let him return to Sakura Kyoko’s side.

“President, who is this?”

“Ah, Sakura, let me introduce. This is also a student from our school, a first-year.”

“Class C. I’m from Class C. Hello, Vice President Sakura.”

An Le stood up nervously and bowed to Sakura Kyoko.

Then, she bit her lips and again apologized to Sakura Kyoko,

“Regarding the earlier matter about Spencer, I apologize on her behalf. I’m really sorry for interrupting you.”

“.”

Sakura Kyoko’s polite smile slightly faded, observing the girl before her with evasive eyes, as she pondered inside.

This girl clearly feels different from Ye Shiyu and Spencer, who are completely unhinged.

Plus…

She seems to be rather afraid of me?

“It’s fine; this matter was her fault, and it has nothing to do with you. No need to apologize. But, just now, you referred to the President as—”

Upon hearing this, An Le’s face turned instantly red as she waved her hands, wanting to explain,

“I—I meant…”

Just then, Little Pinky, who had previously been satisfied, turned red again at her manner, ready to strongly reprimand her when he heard An Le’s voice.

“I grew up with Yan Huan… so…”

Childhood friends?

And there’s a master?!

Sakura Kyoko struggled to keep her smile in check, glancing at Yan Huan while Little Pinky lifted An Le in his esteem.

Hiss.

This girl, did you perhaps open the meridians today?

In reality, it was entirely because An Le had specifically heard Yan Huan say, “Sakura Kyoko isn’t his girlfriend yet.”

Although she felt a bit self-conscious in front of the radiant and fittingly matched Sakura Kyoko and Yan Huan,

Having experienced such warm affection from Yan Huan,

An Le instinctively did not want to let go of or give up on him.

Thus, even she was surprised that she managed to articulate this thought.

“Thump. Thump. Thump.”

Yan Huan smiled slightly, introducing softly to Sakura Kyoko,

“This is An Le; we grew up together in the South District; she took good care of me when we were young. I thought she wouldn’t be coming back after she moved to the Dragon Kingdom.”

Sakura Kyoko blinked, offered a polite smile, but seemed increasingly curious.

“So that’s how it is. However, this year, aside from that Spencer, no other transfer students came in, so An Le must be a regular enrollment, right? But it seems I haven’t heard the President mention her before.”

Upon hearing this, An Le’s face instantly drained of color.

Indeed, it was her own cowardice that led her to never seek Yan Huan out.

Would it make Yan Huan suspect she didn’t want to find him?

Yan Huan just mentioned that “he was not the same as before.”

If she were her past self, she would have followed Yan Huan wherever he went.

If she were her past self, she would have never refused when Yan Huan patted her head.

But her current self…

She didn’t dislike it, she just… was too cowardly, just as Yan Huan had said.

An Le’s lips trembled slightly, and she anxiously raised her gaze to explain this point.

However, upon hurriedly turning her eyes toward Yan Huan and Sakura Kyoko, her vulnerability was already tested by Sakura Kyoko’s words.

This girl…

Is just so weak.

Currently, among the three potential rivals, Sakura Kyoko mentally arranged them in sequence.

T0, Spencer.

This girl seems brainless, but a dumbbell can overpower a master, her strength is dangerous.

T1, Ye Shiyu.

This girl has some aggressiveness but poor phrasing. You can sense a thousand violent words trapped when she argues, yet only simple phrases escape.

However, her mother is the esteemed Ye Lan, the President’s benefactor. Caution must be exercised.

T2, An Le.

Weak, lacking the desire to explain, most likely harbors a crush on the President. The complicated gaze from the President toward her caught Sakura Kyoko’s attention very much.

And, this girl didn’t she seem relatively close to Spencer?

With this in mind, Sakura Kyoko swiftly altered her strategy.

“Well…”

Looking at An Le, who seemed to be growing tense, for a moment, Yan Huan’s heart lifted.

He knew that before, An Le would silently endure any hurt due to others’ words, but now she had the modifier.

Moreover, after being apart for so long, Yan Huan believed that the environment had been influencing her.

Who knew when an accident might occur.

So, Yan Huan intended to explain for An Le.

But Sakura Kyoko preemptively smiled apologetically and quickly addressed An Le,

“Apologies, An Le. I shouldn’t have pried. I didn’t mean anything by it.

“Since you’re the President’s childhood friend, you must come visit the Student Council often; we’d all welcome you. I’m Sakura Kyoko; please treat me well.”

With that, Sakura Kyoko extended her hand toward An Le.

An Le’s face blushed slightly, nervous but similarly extended her hand to shake Sakura Kyoko’s.

“Ah, okay, Vice President Sakura.”

Yan Huan shot a glance at Sakura Kyoko, shaking his head with a smile.

As long as it was a polite classmate, Sakura Kyoko was kind to all.

For all this time, Yan Huan only witnessed her getting upset with Spencer.

That guy…

But if An Le truly was just his usual childhood friend, Yan Huan wouldn’t mind if she frequented the Student Council more in the future.

But the problem was…

She was a host to the modifier, just like Spencer.

Sakura Kyoko, oh Sakura Kyoko, why are you so good at attracting hosts of the modifier against you?

Yan Huan glanced toward the haunted house and asked,

“Is Spencer still inside?”

Speaking of which, what was Spencer’s motive for using the modifier this time?

Did she lock herself and An Le together simply to expose An Le as a host?

Does she know An Le is a host of the modifier?

If she doesn’t know and intended merely to play the last trick, then why hasn’t there been any sight of her?

Also, how did the phone suddenly get a signal?

So many mysteries.

Sakura Kyoko’s smile faded slightly as she rubbed her chin, saying,

“Earlier, it seems the President triggered the haunted house’s mechanisms, separating us. Spencer might have also activated some trap and is now lost somewhere inside.”

“Mechanisms?”

Could it be that he guessed wrong, that it wasn’t the modifier’s activation but the haunted house mechanisms?

Yan Huan had his doubts about both guesses because there had been so much information regarding the haunted house that he hadn’t shaken off the shock of his childhood friend “jumping into a wolf’s den.”

Sakura Kyoko smiled and turned back to look at Yan Huan and An Le, especially An Le,

“Forget about her, An Le; why don’t you join us for some fun today? Everyone from the Student Council is here, and it’s perfect; the President and I will introduce you as well.”

“Eh?”

Scheming~

Sakura Kyoko increasingly realized more and more people were eyeing the President.

Moreover, there existed those with super abilities like Spencer.

In such a context, to protect (defend) the President, she had already been forcefully pitted against Ye Shiyu and Spencer.

If this continues, Sakura Kyoko presumed she might end up in a state where everyone was an enemy.

So, she decided she must clarify who are her foes and who her friends were.

Does An Le covet the President?

Absolutely, she does.

But she’s very weak and appears to fear and respect Sakura Kyoko, which means there might still be a chance of winning her over.

Watching her interaction with Spencer, using An Le to deal a heavy blow to that fool might not be impossible at all.

So be it, An Le, come and become my dagger against Spencer!

An Le’s complexion reddened slightly, gazing at the pleasantly smiling Sakura Kyoko before her, feeling more guilt and self-loathing.

As expected.

Vice President Sakura is like a goddess, both gentle and kind, well-matched with Yan Huan.

She displayed clear signs of interest; after all, being with Yan Huan would mean eventually being integrated into his social circle, slowly becoming familiar with his current life.

Besides, Spencer is rough and clueless, often making her feel ashamed and flustered like today.

An Le opened her mouth, intending to respond.

Yet suddenly recalling that day, when she was bullied, it was Spencer who turned back to rescue her.

When she could only miss the newly released game because she didn’t have a ticket, it was Spencer who gifted her the tickets worth over a thousand.

To abandon a friend who had extended a helping hand in favor of someone she liked, is she truly…

Worthy of loving Yan Huan?

Moreover, if she didn’t lead, she would surely cause him to get lost.

If she could recognize Yan Huan, she should take some credit too, so how could she—

Upon contemplating this, An Le’s initial intentions slowly waned.

She glanced at the smiling Yan Huan and hesitated for a moment, but ultimately took a step back.

“Yan Huan, I—I want to go back and find Spencer. You all go have fun first.”

Yan Huan was momentarily taken aback, lost for words.

At the same time, the smile on Sakura Kyoko’s face remained unbroken.

On the contrary, the better their relationship became, the more convenient it would be for Sakura Kyoko to use it.

Saying this, as An Le prepared to step back, she suddenly turned back to bow to Yan Huan and Sakura Kyoko, saying,

“Sorry, sorry, sorry… ugh.”

“Wait, An Le!”

The suddenly speaking Yan Huan startled An Le, who had just turned to leave, making her stand up straight immediately.

“Yes!”

Blushing, An Le turned back and upon seeing Yan Huan’s face, she hurriedly looked down again.

“Y- Yan Huan, w- what’s wrong?”

Watching her demeanor, Yan Huan’s expression grew complex.

But that complexity quickly diffused behind his perfect facial mask, and he lifted his phone, saying,

“Let’s add each other on a plane, An Le.”

An Le’s eyes brightened slightly, lifting her head to look at Yan Huan.

After a moment of surprise, her face blossomed once more into a charming smile.

“Okay!”

Meanwhile, in the haunted house, Spencer was despondently sitting in an abandoned classroom, completely lost, unable to discern which floor she was on.

Her previously fuming expression was worn down by time, morphing into a sense of grievance.

After a brief silence, she tugged at her blonde hair, her voice uncharacteristically quivering with emotion,

“Damn it!! I didn’t get to buy the manga, and I’ve gotten separated from An Le. Those idiots, Yan Huan and Sakura Kyoko, didn’t see me at all!”

Just as she prepared to vent some more, a crisp sound suddenly echoed in the silent classroom.

“Click, click.”

“Who’s there?!”

Spencer quickly stood up, nervously scanning the surroundings but finding nothing but silence.

She swallowed hard, cautiously glancing around, then inadvertently stepped back.

But the next second, a black paper bag seemed to float too easily onto her desk, making Spencer’s face turn pale.

Without a scream, she adopted a combat stance.

“What is this?!”

Spencer hesitated slightly, thinking it was a prank from the haunted house, but upon gazing at the paper bag, she found it increasingly familiar.

Wait a minute, wasn’t An Le carrying a paper bag just like this?

No, every customer who bought from there would get one!

Spencer rubbed her chin, cautiously approaching the paper bag.

Like a curious kitten, she poked the paper bag.

Then, a comic slid out from that bag, revealing its title.

“Pure Innocence in Ballet.”

Restricted Fantasy Invasion

Restricted Fantasy Invasion

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"The three key elements of an easy life mode: exceptional looks, unparalleled intelligence, and a healthy, robust body. I have them all." Reborn into a parallel otherworld, Yan Huan, a disciplined and outstanding high school student, is ready to embark on a bright and promising journey. However... over a decade after his reincarnation, he catches the attention of five girls, each equipped with peculiar and unique cheat abilities. "...Let’s all radiate positive energy." Faced with their predatory gazes and ominous intent, the straightforward and virtuous Yan Huan can only respond with these words.

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