CHAPTER 438: 126. SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO FULLY ENTERTAIN LADY YE SHIYU.

"..."

Yan Huan had been focusing entirely on Ye Shiyu and Spencer, the two hosts who had begun using the modifier and seemed to be on the verge of a direct confrontation.

But the meaningful smile that spread across Spencer’s face after opening the note had made him very curious...

What on earth was written on that note?

Yuanlina was already under Ye Shiyu’s heavy hypnotic control, yet Yan Huan still had to pretend nothing had been discovered and take the place of the judge.

That’s just the sort of domineering behavior to expect from a hypnosis field master!

He stepped forward, glanced at the notes in their hands, and after seeing the words written on them, his heart skipped a beat instantly.

No, Ye Shiyu, what on earth are you thinking about?

I can understand if you don’t like Spencer and even strained to follow your train of thought when you cheat in the borrow-race using the modifier...

But wouldn’t a normal person logically lower the difficulty for themselves and raise it for others?

Instead, you have someone carrying you for a 400-meter race; where is the logic in that?

However, after seeing their identical notes, Yan Huan’s mind swiftly pieced together what had happened.

Ye Shiyu had laid a hypnotic pre-emptive cheat, and Spencer played a "trap card"...

No, this guy didn’t actively set a trap; it was a forced activation and a counter-play.

Her modifier directly transferred the content of Ye Shiyu’s written note to hers, so the note she held became a copy of Ye Shiyu’s.

Anyway, not understanding Ye Shiyu’s rationale, Yan Huan had to pretend to be a fair referee while waiting for her explanation, but in actuality, he was seeking the answer.

Ye Shiyu did have her reasons.

Because Yan Huan didn’t know that her smartphone with magical abilities had received a mission to humiliate Spencer.

Theoretically, as long as it resulted in an upset, frustrated Spencer, it would count as humiliating her and fetch the mission reward.

Beating her in a race counts, and winning the race in front of her with Xiao Huan, whom she’s been clinging to, counts even more...

So in the end, Ye Shiyu just wanted to humiliate Spencer.

But at this moment, upon seeing the identical note in Spencer’s hand, she was utterly dumbfounded.

This note was prepared by her in advance and was never put in the lottery box.

Moreover, all the garbage in Spencer’s draw pool was thrown in by herself, so where did this one come from?

There couldn’t have been an oversight on her part, unless...

Had this person already seen through her plot and deliberately chose this method to humiliate her?

"..."

Thinking of this, Ye Shiyu couldn’t help but narrow her eyes, sizing up Spencer.

But upon noticing Ye Shiyu’s chilling gaze, Spencer instead showed a puzzled expression and counter-asked,

"Why are you squinting at me like that? Got something in your eye?"

"..."

That look confirmed to Ye Shiyu that her suspicions had been utterly unfounded, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid for even considering it.

Because, with this guy’s intelligence, it simply wasn’t possible.

So what exactly was going on?

As this crossed her mind, Ye Shiyu suddenly realized something.

She took a quick glance at her phone with magical capabilities, her expression contemplative.

But no amount of thinking could substitute for action, and she would have to face the reality of the situation.

The current problem, or rather, the conflict, was now quite clear.

Both had drawn the same item, but there could only be one student council president at Yuanyue Academy...

Yan Huan.

To be fair, Sakuragi Hitomi could also be considered a president, although she was only the vice-president, but still counted.

However, clearly, neither of them was willing to be so flexible as to go all the way and bring the petite Sakuragi Hitomi back.

Moreover, wasn’t their relationship with Sakuragi Hitomi just as contentious as with each other?

Don’t believe it?

Just try and see.

Yan Huan blinked, pretending to be rational as he suggested to them,

"Sister Shiyu, Spencer, one of you could perhaps redraw..."

"No."

"No way, meow."

After exchanging glances, they both spoke in unison, expressing the same sentiment simultaneously.

Good, instant answer.

The look they exchanged was akin to the starting gun of a war in another dimension.

Spanning from their initial meeting at the Oceanarium nearly a month ago, when animosity had first sparked, to the sniper standoff last weekend in the corridor...

Without any need for preamble, Spencer, with his arms folded, looked at the steely-faced Ye Shiyu in front of him and fired the first shot,

"I thought this ’borrow-race’ was just a boring activity like calling mommy and running, but it turns out to be somewhat interesting, meow..."

Ye Shiyu tilted her head, her expressionless face uttering words as vicious as an "electron cannon,"

"Boring? Is it because you haven’t..."

"Ye Shiyu!!"

Before Ye Shiyu could finish the highly offensive sentence, Spencer cut her off with a cold face.

Suddenly she reached out, grabbed Yan Huan’s right hand and pulled it towards herself, while still glaring and sneering coldly at Ye Shiyu,

"Yan Huan is sticking with me today! Not even Santa Claus could keep him, that’s what I said!"

Ye Shiyu’s face darkened, one hand tightly clutching her phone, while the other firmly grabbed Yan Huan’s left hand, not speaking a word to Spencer but expressing her stance through action.

"..."

The audience in the stands, who had been eagerly awaiting an exciting sports competition, were left dumbfounded.

Wasn’t it supposed to be a "borrow-race"?

How did it suddenly turn into a catfight?

Wait, it’s not hair they’re pulling; it’s our President Yan Huan?!