Chapter 99: 98 Is All About Manipulation, No Values

Chapter 99: 98 Is All About Manipulation, No Values

In the stairwell, Yan Huan’s hand reached for Spencer’s head until it cast a shadow over her terrified face.

“Hmm”

Upon seeing this, Spencer quickly closed her eyes in fright, like an ostrich, daring not to look at what Yan Huan would do next.

“…”

The next second, however, Yan Huan’s hand paused right in front of her.

What’s up with this guy? Isn’t he supposed to unleash some ninjutsu by now?

Why is he just standing there today without moving?

With a flushed face and eyes shut tight, Spencer waited for a long time but didn’t feel Yan Huan making contact; instead, her head fuzzy, she leaned closer toward him.

When she realized nothing happened, it seemed like she suddenly awoke a bit, swallowing hard as she opened her eyes to look at Yan Huan.

Yan Huan shifted his hand slightly, pulling some rationality from his mild irritation, peeking through his fingers at the seemingly odd state of Spencer.

Who messed with Spencer’s keys?

Is this still the OP demolition queen?

“…Are you feeling unwell?”

After a moment of silence, he asked.

“Hmm”

Upon hearing this, Spencer’s initially dazed expression instantly turned fierce.

Gritting her teeth, she glared at Yan Huan and attempted to act tough,

“I’m not… just a little tired from the elective class, that’s all, ha.”

“…”

But in response, Yan Huan maintained his elevated position, looking down at Spencer.

His calm gaze seemed to peer right through her, making her deeply uncomfortable.

Though his gaze sent chills down her spine, she felt her body starting to heat up in the areas it touched.

It was as if that stare had a tangible quality, making her itch and feel uncomfortable.

The next second, she could hardly bear it and, teeth clenched, snapped at Yan Huan,

“What are you staring at?”

After a long silence, Yan Huan suddenly chuckled, though to Spencer, that smile seemed terrifying,

“Didn’t you agree to show me your superiority over Sakuraguchi five times? Now seems like the perfect time; let’s go.”

At this, Spencer turned her head away with gritted teeth, letting out a cold snort,

“Today… ha… today I’ll let you off the hook. You’re just a small fry.”

However, her bravado was broken up with warm breaths, showing how hollow it was.

But what she didn’t expect was that in the next second, Yan Huan’s large hand suddenly covered her head, roughly tousling her fluffy long hair.

“Looks like you can’t do anything with the chance I gave you.”

“Wuwu!”

Being ruffled so hard, Spencer immediately got angry and tried to bite his mischievous hand.

But Yan Huan easily pulled back, causing a crisp chomp sound.

With a surprised glance at the spot where his hand had just retracted, he asked her,

“Are you a dog or something?”

“You small fry! You dare take advantage of me when I’m not feeling well! Just you wait, when I’m better, I will definitely make you…”

“Smack!”

Just as Spencer was about to fiercely retort at Yan Huan, his smile vanished abruptly.

Then, with a swift motion, he seized Spencer by the cheek, stopping her words mid-sentence.

“Hmm!”

Instinctively, she raised her right hand to resist, but she was paralyzed by Yan Huan’s emotionless face, which was now alarmingly close to hers.

At this distance, his breath brushed against her cheek.

“Ha.”

His breath, laced with his scent, acted like a tranquilizer, causing her mind to go blank; even her raised right hand lost strength and fell to the ground.

“Do you now admit you’re unwell?”

“Wuwu.”

Her expression remained fierce, but the sound she emitted had turned into a soft, cottony whine.

After a slight struggle, the grip on her cheek deepened as Yan Huan continued,

“And one more thing, call me President at school. If you keep calling me ‘small fry’, do you believe I’ll make you regret it immediately?”

“Small…”

Still holding her ground?

Fine, after all, this Spencer character is hopelessly stubborn.

Clearly suffering, yet still trying to show off her resilience.

No matter what Yan Huan is about to do next, she can’t lose face.

Alright, since that’s the case…

“…We’ve already addressed our issues, without involving anyone else. It’s brilliant that you want An Le’s help at noon, but I haven’t held you accountable yet.”

The pressure in Yan Huan’s grip on her cheek intensified, but Spencer, even in her dazed state, popped up a huge question mark.

What did An Le help me with at noon?

Aren’t I the one helping her, huh?

It was only a light touch earlier; that shouldn’t count.

But hearing Yan Huan compliment her for “thinking quite well,” she couldn’t help but show a hint of pride.

“Small pain, pain, pain, pain!”

Before she could voice Yan Huan’s familiar title, his hand on her cheek suddenly tightened.

Spencer yelped, and instinctively bit down on Yan Huan’s thumb.

But inexplicably, she couldn’t muster any strength.

Not only did she fail to hurt Yan Huan, but it also seemed like it only stimulated him, as where she bit felt like a small cat licking.

He looked down to see Spencer gazing stubbornly at him with her dazed eyes.

That look, forming a wave of current within, shot through to his lower abdomen.

Instantly, that area ignited like a bonfire.

“Yikes!”

Meow-chan, look what you’ve done!!

Add in some attribute points already!!

Yan Huan’s pupils slightly contracted, his expression darkened as he slapped her back hard.

“Smack!”

Usually, the tough Spencer now felt like she had shed her armor, her eyes wide as she immediately wanted to criticize Yan Huan,

“Small…”

“Smack!”

Before she could say anything, another slap landed.

“Wuwu.”

Spencer quickly covered her back, transforming from a kneeling position to half-reclining.

She whimpered, with a hint of tears pooling at the corners of her eyes.

Yet strangely, the blush on her cheeks deepened, and her breath quickened.

Yan Huan, disdainfully wiping his thumb, frowned fiercely, radiating pressure as he glared at the retreating Spencer.

“Didn’t I say to call me what earlier in school?”

“Y-you… don’t come closer!”

“Alright then, let’s see if you can keep calling me ‘small fry’. I’m curious about whether it’s your mouth or your body that’s tougher.”

“I…”

As Yan Huan lifted his hand again, Spencer hastily shut her eyes and spoke,

“I’m sorry! P-President!”

“…”

The slapped hand froze mid-swing, lingering above Spencer, who was cradling her head in one hand and her back in the other.

Didn’t expect this girl to have her day today?

Used to throwing her weight around, she was suddenly out of strength today for some reason, letting Yan Huan have his way.

No idea who caused this, but whoever did it, good job.

“Now that’s better. Your family doesn’t teach you manners, huh? So someone else has to step in?”

“…”

Strangely, Spencer didn’t respond at all; her breath grew faster.

Until the next second, she barely lifted her head, her face flushed and misty.

“Yan…”

Yan Huan was momentarily stunned as she began to say something, but her body suddenly softened and collapsed against him.

“Thump. Thump.”

Her head rested on Yan Huan’s shoulder, and getting closer, he could even faintly hear her breaths and heartbeat.

“Ha ha.”

After a moment’s contemplation, he lifted his arms, cradling her in his embrace.

“…Why’s your temperature so high?”

Yan Huan muttered, and on his shoulder, Meow-chan appeared silently, glancing at Spencer and saying,

“Her condition seems strange, meow. It doesn’t look like a simple illness.”

“Indeed.”

Supporting the now limp Spencer, Yan Huan began to stand up, and it was just the slight sway that caused a small trickle of saliva to dribble from her mouth onto his shoulder.

“Meow.”

“Yikes.”

Meow-chan tilted its head, prompting Yan Huan to disdainfully push it away a little.

Yan Huan shook her gently; seeing she showed no clear response, he sighed.

His gaze turned toward the distant campus, now painted with the setting sun, his expression far from good.

“Let’s get her to the health room, tch, I really don’t want to go to that place unless absolutely necessary.”

“Are you afraid of getting sick, Yan Huan?”

Supporting Spencer, Yan Huan had a speechless look, short on any explanation, he simply told Meow-chan,

“Not really, you’ll understand when we get there.”

“Meow?”

Far Moon Academy, faculty office building, health room.

“Click~”

“Sorry to interrupt, Ye—she’s not here?”

Yan Huan, supporting Spencer, pushed open the unlocked door, revealing a spacious room inside.

On the walls hung a cabinet stocked with various medicines and equipment, and facing the door was a half-open window.

On either side of the window, white curtains framed beds for students, both male and female, to rest momentarily.

Seeing the room empty, Yan Huan let out a heavy sigh, feeling some of Spencer’s tense muscles relax.

“Thank goodness.”

On his shoulder, Meow-chan asked curiously,

“So, who’s the scary person here? Why do you look relieved seeing no one inside?”

Yan Huan’s expression momentarily stiffened as he helped Spencer lean toward the “female bed,” explaining to Meow-chan within his mind,

“The health room teacher is called ‘Ye Lina’. In short, that person is very scary; stay away from her, or you’ll end up unfortunate.”

Just recalling something dreadful, Yan Huan shivered all over.

“But, you brought Spencer here to see the teacher, right? What’s the point if that teacher isn’t here, meow?”

“.That Ye Lina doesn’t see people much; for minor injuries, she’ll just apply some iodine and send you back to class; for internal injuries, no matter how serious, she just calls the parents to escort you home.”

Yan Huan pulled the white curtain marked “female” with a red sign, revealing three neatly arranged white beds within.

After that, he tossed the dazed Spencer onto one of the beds and wiped the sweat from his forehead,

“So, Ye Lina’s office has all the school’s contact numbers. We in the Student Council only have electronic emails they’ve registered for us, no other information provided.”

Yan Huan stretched a bit, looking at the cluttered desk filled with various items.

Just as he planned to look for a phonebook to call Spencer’s family,

Suddenly, a warm little hand swiftly grabbed his wrist from behind.

His forward motion stalled slightly, and both Yan Huan and Meow-chan turned around, only to see Spencer lying sideways on the bed with a dazed expression.

Her eyes clearly didn’t focus on Yan Huan, yet she tightly grasped his wrist.

At the same time, she mumbled faintly, her tone bordering on tearful,

“Don’t… don’t go…”

Yan Huan took a deep breath and raised a finger at Spencer.

“Let go, or I’ll count to three and then let go, got it?”

This sudden statement seemed to capture Spencer’s attention; still holding Yan Huan’s hand, she gradually lifted her head, locking eyes with him.

After a brief moment of staring, he watched Spencer’s hazy expression gradually melt away.

A single tear slipped slowly down her cheek, but she remained still, her longing gaze fixed on Yan Huan.

Then, a timid and soft voice escaped her lips again,

“Don’t go…”

Yan Huan turned around speechlessly, intending to pull his hands away from her grasp with both of his hands.

But in the next second, Spencer, like an abandoned little animal, sweetly said,

“Don’t go… Mama.”

Yan Huan was momentarily stunned, gazing at the tearful Spencer lying on the bed who’s now looking up at him.

In that instant, it seemed she was vaguely seeing her mother through Yan Huan’s figure.

However, after a fleeting moment of perplexity, Yan Huan’s expression darkened as he struggled harder.

“I’m your dad!”

Yet, sensing Yan Huan’s struggles, Spencer grew anxious.

Her breaths quickened, combined with her heartbeat, and her previously limp body suddenly tightened as if bursting forth with immense strength.

“No!!”

The next second, she shut her eyes fiercely, like a child sulking, and pulled Yan Huan tight.

In that instant, Yan Huan, who had just cruelly exploited Spencer’s strange state, was struck by the terror brought about by a presence known as “Niu Niu!”

“Meow!”

In one moment, Yan Huan was dragged onto the bed with almost no resistance, and in the process, even Meow-chan, perched on his shoulder, fell off.

It flailed to the ground but Yan Huan fell onto the soft bed—only to find himself underneath Spencer.

Yan Huan’s eyes went wide as he looked at the girl who held his wrist tightly with both hands, staring down at him with a child’s innocent smile, rubbing his belly and chest while smoothing out the wrinkles of his clothes.

Then, she tilted her head in confusion.

“Did you get smaller?”

I’m not the one that got smaller!!

At her words, Yan Huan’s face turned black in an instant.

Yet, before he could even voice a retort, Spencer settled down on his chest, clutching his clothing, asking pitifully,

“When will you come to Linyi Gate to see me?”

“…”

Meow-chan bounced up onto the bed, elegantly walking along the edge, quietly recording the current disastrous position and dialogue between them.

Although Yan Huan wasn’t short, Spencer was an exceptionally tall Western girl, yet here she was curled up in his embrace, acting like a child.

It felt particularly heavy and preserved an overwhelming presence.

The girl smelled like some kind of sea salt shower gel, wafting around the bed and causing Yan Huan to stiffen and breathe heavily.

The problem was, the more he inhaled her scent, the more he breathed harder; the harder he breathed, the more he wanted to inhale her scent.

It became a closed loop!

“Spencer.”

Yan Huan’s arms sprawled out on the ground as veins began to surface, indicating he couldn’t hold on any longer.

At that moment, what’s more bizarre was that even while Spencer’s state was unclear, her long golden hair seemed to react as if it had received a signal, lifting and glimmering with golden radiance.

In an instant, Yan Huan remembered Bai Yi was still waiting for him at the milk tea shop.

Although they had set a date to enjoy some milk tea together and discuss shooting an MV over the weekend,

Now, he found himself snuggled beneath the golden-haired Spencer, concealed behind the health room curtain, tightly pressed together.

In that fleeting moment, feelings of guilt towards Bai Yi and exhilaration at this secret escapade surged within him.

He couldn’t help but recall Bai Yi’s radiant demeanor on stage, boldly thinking she’d shine even more brightly while shooting the MV.

This increased his fondness for Bai Yi further.

Yet he also sadly had to admit that Spencer’s childlike demeanor was really comfortable against him.

Even if his mind resisted, his body was betraying him.

Yan Huan took a deep breath, gazing at the presently dazed Spencer.

Right now, neither she nor Bai Yi knew anything.

So while no one is aware, heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know; isn’t it fine to seek a little pleasure together for now?

Just as Yan Huan reached out, intending to embrace Spencer’s remarkably alluring figure,

Her murmuring voice surfaced again from his arms,

“I don’t want to stay at Linyi Gate. I don’t want to be with AI at Linyi Gate.”

AI?

Listening to that, Yan Huan suddenly jolted back to reality, pulling himself out of the abyss he had almost succumbed to.

He blinked, taking quite a while to realize he had completely fallen under Spencer’s Modifier just now.

How could he forget? This girl was purely a numeric anomaly, almost convincing himself a moment ago.

No way, he had to shake her off immediately.

This girl, even without awareness, had the Modifier working on its own?!

“Meow-chan.”

Just as Yan Huan prepared to call for Meow-chan, the white curtain in front of him was suddenly pulled back slightly.

Revealing a petite figure standing at the doorway, a gold-haired girl seemingly even tinier than Sakura Kyoko, donning a miniature lab coat.

She looked as exquisite as a handcrafted luxury doll, yet in her hands, she held a highly pixelated notebook as if she had just finished reading.

The moment she opened the curtain, she spotted the disheveled Yan Huan and Spencer, closely intertwined on the bed.

“Mama. No. Don’t!”

“…”

Hearing Spencer’s tenderly spoiled murmur, Yan Huan froze for a moment, then his face darkened.

Because it appeared he was starting to comprehend something, looking at the gold-haired girl before him.

“Ye—”

Just as he was about to speak, the girl, who was addressing herself as “Teacher Ye Lina,” stretched out a hand to stop him.

Then, she shook her head, speaking in a clear, cheerful voice,

“Wait a sec; I’ll get you a bottle.”

“No, Teacher Ye Lina I—”

“Hey, I totally get it.”

The girl known as “Teacher Ye Lina” shook her head, exhibiting great understanding,

“After all, children need the nutrients to grow, it’s understandable…

“Just a moment; I’ll fetch you a bottle right away, new dad Yan Huan President~”

At her words, Yan Huan neared the brink of leaping off the bed to give her a thorough beating.

But pinned down by Spencer’s weight, he could only watch helplessly as Teacher Ye Lina hopped excitedly toward her desk.

Yet in the spot Yan Huan had overlooked, on the messy desk belonging to Teacher Ye Lina, a golden lion button lay face down, gently wobbling.

It seemed to indicate that its owner had just taken it off not long ago.

“Ah, this—I remember that thing is here; it’s a casing, won’t be used, since this is lubricant, also not useful.”

And the next moment, as Teacher Ye Lina approached her cluttered desk looking for a bottle for Yan Huan,

Her small hand gently reached out, reclaiming the golden lion button and slipping it into her pocket.

“Alright, found it! Let’s try this out, quick, Yan President!”

“Try what the hell; come save me, Teacher Ye Lina!!”