CHAPTER 440: 126. SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO ENTERTAIN LADY YE SHIYU FULLY_3

After the ease, the feeling that spontaneously arose in Ye Shiyu’s heart was that of anger from being exposed.

Her phone in her hand was brightly lit, and her eyes were fixed on Spencer as she spoke,

"What’s dirty in the head sees everything as dirty, especially a foolish brain."

Hiss...

"You dare call me dumb?!"

"Merely stating a fact."

One phone increasingly somber, one head of hair increasingly lustrous; the desire for victory was clearly beginning to surface.

On the side, Yan Huan became alert and rational, evidently realizing the need to intervene.

He sighed helplessly, walked between the two, and said,

"This competition may be about borrowing to race, but I am a living person, okay? Could you at least ask my opinion before borrowing me?"

"..."

Hearing this, Spencer was slightly stunned and offered no retort.

Ye Shiyu, looking at Yan Huan from behind, had the teachings of her mother surfacing in her heart.

She glanced at Spencer and taught her,

"That’s right, Xiao Huan is an independent individual, not an object to be fought over. Even if you pull Xiao Huan to your side, it proves nothing. He does not belong to you."

"..."

Yan Huan’s face still bore a smile, but beneath that mask, the smile was already leaning towards the kind demanded by Agni when commanded to use Flame Fist.

Yan Huan was already struggling to keep it together when she said, "What’s dirty in the head sees everything as dirty," and now this statement was like a nuclear-level blow.

Because it sounded like something kind Aunt Ye would say.

If it were from Aunt Ye, Yan Huan would only find the voice pleasant and wish to embrace Aunt Ye’s kindness.

But if it were said by Ye Shiyu...

Dear Sister, are you, a Satan who uses hypnosis like a comma, still preaching benevolent advice?

If believed, wouldn’t it be a quick journey to paradise with Ye Shiyu?

Limited edition basement~

Yan Huan resisted the urge to use Flame Fist on Ye Shiyu, maintaining a gradually formulaic smile on his face, and directly threw out his solution.

"Sister Shiyu, you’re right, so I’ve decided to go with Sister Shiyu. Spencer, you can draw again as compensation..."

"Ha?! Why?!"

Spencer immediately became disgruntled, but Yan Huan had anticipated her urgency, already plugging his ears in advance to prevent her rambling.

Yan Huan raised his finger and only emphasized,

"As compensation: you know how you call your mom and she never picks up? I’ll tell you the principle, to greatly increase the chance your mom will pick up when you call."

"Increase... the chance?"

Spencer’s previously frenetic expression instantly calmed down; she looked at Yan Huan dumbfounded, her suspicion growing amidst confusion,

"Really or not? Don’t tell me you’re cheating me?"

"...Believe it or not, continuing to argue here isn’t the solution. You decide if it’s a deal or not."

Watching Yan Huan’s nonchalant expression, Spencer felt much like she was dealing with a Dragon Country elder experienced in bargaining right down to the artery.

"Take it or leave it, this is the price. If you’re not selling, I’m out."

"Hey hey hey, okay okay, take it, take it."

Typically, the more one acts indifferent, the easier it is for people to fall into the trap.

"...Okay, deal! You’d better not be lying to me, or else... huh!"

Spencer glared at Yan Huan and honestly ran back to draw again.

Meanwhile, Ye Shiyu surprisingly glanced at Yan Huan.

The fact that Yan Huan could effortlessly handle Spencer wasn’t good news for Ye Shiyu; on the contrary, the more helpless Spencer made Yan Huan, the better it was for Ye Shiyu.

But at least, the immediate objective had been achieved.

"Beep beep~"

As Spencer’s borrowing target had been swayed by Yan Huan, Ye Shiyu’s phone buzzed momentarily.

It had also buzzed the last time she won a competition without fighting.

It must be because she had met the conditions of the task by putting Spencer in her place.

"Um..."

Spencer reached her hand into the box and began drawing another slip of paper.

Under Yan Huan and Ye Shiyu’s watchful eyes, she discarded the previous slip and took out a new one.

Then, as she walked back, she unfolded the paper and showed it to Yan Huan and the others,

"Here."

With one glance, Yan Huan’s previously relieved expression instantly turned into Agni’s special edition again.

And all because the paper still read,

"Student Union President"

Spencer, can you turn off that modifier already?!

Isn’t this a bit too much?!

Are you even playing?

"..."

Yes, that scoundrel’s modifier had activated again.

Yan Huan glanced at her glittering golden hair and felt uncomfortable. That glance, however, was mistaken by Spencer as a signal to redraw.

So, she clutched it to her chest as if it were a treasure and quickly said to Yan Huan,

"Hey hey hey, we had an agreement! I redraw, you explain. I’ve redrawn now, you can’t go back on your word!"

"..."

Yan Huan was truly straining, but at that moment, Ye Shiyu behind him stared at Spencer and gently began,

"Since we both drew the task to run with Xiao Huan, and both for 400 meters. Let’s assume we both found Xiao Huan at the same time, and from the starting point, we run with Xiao Huan to the finish line. Whoever has the shortest time, wins."

Spencer pondered for a moment, tentatively asking,

"Then who starts running with Yan Huan first?"

"I will."

Spencer’s expression immediately revealed a ’see through your lies’... intellectual look, as she pointed at Ye Shiyu and mockingly said,