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"Wee-woo, wee-woo... wee-woo, wee-woo..."

Before long, several police cars arrived in the South District, even frightening a few half-dressed customers in a hair salon in the alley across the street into scattering.

Yan Huan led Bai Yi out of the tavern and saw Zuo Jiangqin wearing a fur cape, looking rather grim.

She frowned and glared at her daughter, who had her head lowered, then looked at the smiling boy beside her.

Zuo Jiangqin's eyes brightened slightly as she said,

"Sorry for the trouble, Classmate Yan."

"Not at all, Auntie. I didn't expect to run into Bai here either. I'm a fan of hers."

Zuo Jiangqin glanced at Bai Yi in surprise, then said with a smile,

"Is that so? Then let me add your contact details. I'll be sure to invite you to any events."

"Sure thing, Auntie."

Chuckling, Zuo Jiangqin scanned Yan Huan's Plane code, but her expression cooled again when she turned back to Bai Yi.

"Get in."

"..."

Bai Yi nodded, but as she got into the car, she looked back at Yan Huan standing outside the tavern.

Their eyes met, and Yan Huan gave her a faint smile.

Something flickered in her eyes before she turned and got into the car.

The car door shut, and the sirens sounded.

The police cars drove away one after another, leaving Yan Huan standing outside the tavern, his expression gradually fading.

At some point, a black cat had appeared on his shoulder again.

Watching the departing police cars, Meow-chan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Her desire suddenly shot up just now. It nearly scared me to death, meow~"

"Yeah. Otherwise, I wouldn't have suddenly given her the pudding meant for another table."

That pudding hadn't actually been made especially for her, but sensing that the mood was off, Yan Huan had hurriedly changed course midway.

A little puzzled, Meow-chan turned to Yan Huan and asked,

"So how did you know she liked singing?"

Yan Huan glanced at Meow-chan and rubbed its head.

"...She did something bad this morning. I wanted to make her feel guilty, like I did with Ye Shiyu, but it barely worked. She hardly felt anything, so I had to find another way to curb her aggression."

As he walked back into the tavern, Yan Huan explained,

"So I looked up quite a lot about her. She's been in plenty of variety shows and movies. Her looks are beyond reproach, but as for the reviews of all those acting roles and variety shows... heh.

"I overheard her phone call with her mother. She said none of her mother's current arrangements were what she wanted, but when she spoke to Sister Tong just now, she said she hoped to earn her mother's approval."

At this point, Yan Huan looked at Meow-chan beside him.

"Meow-chan, you know, people only crave recognition like that for something they've taken seriously, something they believe they've done their best at.

"If none of her mother's arrangements are what she wants, she certainly wouldn't give them her all, and she certainly wouldn't crave approval so badly.

"But when we listened to her songs just now, she'd handled the lyrics, composition, arrangement, recording, and vocals entirely by herself. Those songs don't get much attention and take a lot of work, yet she kept releasing one after another. That's why I'm certain singing is what she truly likes and wants recognition for."

Meow-chan nodded, enlightened.

"So that's why you pretended to be a fan of her singing and gave her the recognition she wanted. That actually helps keep her from using the Modifier, meow!"

"Exactly."

"Then if this keeps up, won't she soon start dropping Fragments like Ye Shiyu, meow? You found a way to handle her so quickly. That's you for you!"

Despite the praise, Yan Huan wasn't happy at all. He rubbed Meow-chan's head and sighed.

"It's not that simple. This method certainly works, but don't forget, her mother doesn't approve of her singing."

Yan Huan's gaze was calm, and he instantly pinpointed the crux of the issue.

"Who am I? A stranger with nothing to do with her. But that's her mother.

"Her mother's rejection versus a stranger's approval-which do you think has more impact, Meow-chan? Besides, I might not even count as a stranger. I probably count as an enemy she hates."

By now, Yan Huan had returned inside and was rubbing his shoulder.

"This only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Unless we either get her mother to acknowledge her or get enough people to recognize her that their approval outweighs her mother's."

There was actually another way: becoming someone important enough to replace her mother in giving her recognition, such as a lover.

But Yan Huan didn't want to do that, so he didn't mention it.

Meow-chan blinked, wanting to say something to help Yan Huan, but not knowing what to say.

"Meow~"

So it let out a cute "meow" and rubbed its furry head against Yan Huan's face.

Yan Huan smiled faintly and turned to look inside.

The atmosphere was peaceful. Tong Yingying had another cigarette between her lips and was about to light up. Apparently, her lungs were itching.

With practiced ease, Yan Huan reached out, took the cigarette from her mouth, and held it in his hand.

Usually, Tong Yingying didn't resist when Yan Huan caught her smoking, but this time, she uncharacteristically held out her hand and said,

"Give it back."

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow and merely said,

"Still smoking? You only said you'd quit the day before yesterday, and you're already breaking your pledge today. Besides, Sister Tong, carrying cigarettes and booze around every day while trying to quit smoking and drinking-isn't that like fighting a fire with firewood?"

Tong Yingying's eyes drooped. Unable to argue, she finally leaned against a nearby table.

"Yeah, sure. How could I, reeking of cigarettes and booze, compare to a sweet-smelling, soft little idol your own age? Tsk, tsk. Look at how pretty she was when she cried, like a heroine in a TV drama. So sweet~"

Yan Huan nodded in wholehearted agreement.

"Yeah. If your mom scolded you, Sister Tong, you'd just keep going 'fuck, fuck, fuck' without stopping. It'd be 'fuck this' and 'fuck that.'"

"...Want me to zap you?"

Looking grim, Tong Yingying raised the Stun Baton she held against her chest. Yan Huan hurriedly smiled and raised his hands in surrender, handing the cigarette back in the process.

"Forget it. Dealing with her practically wore me out, and now that I'm done, you're going to zap me too? Here, take it, if you still want to smoke."

Tong Yingying had turned her head away, but upon hearing Yan Huan describe dealing with Bai Yi as "exhausting" rather than "fun," she finally turned back with a look of schadenfreude.

She didn't take the cigarette he offered, though, and suddenly said,

"I want pudding."

"Make it yourself."

"Fuck. Are you the boss or am I? You think I won't dock your pay?"

"Boss, you taught me how to make pudding yourself. Mine isn't even as good as yours, and you want me to make it?"

"I don't care. Anything tastes good as long as I don't have to make it myself."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Yan Huan smiled faintly, while Tong Yingying folded her arms and started humming, looking quietly pleased with herself.

There had been a small disturbance in the South District that night. Aside from that, everything was as usual.

At noon on Thursday, in a stall in the women's restroom of Totsuki Academy's first-year section.

"Little Finger, do you think this... looks a little better?"

An Le studied her newly styled wispy bangs in a makeup mirror.

Some of the long black hair in front of her face had been lifted, revealing features that were already pure and beautiful without a trace of makeup.

After they had added each other as friends, Spencer had mentioned her hairstyle, saying she looked like a frightening female ghost.

That was why An Le had thought of changing her hairstyle. Perhaps sending Yan Huan letters would be a little easier afterward.

Coiled on her shoulder, Little Finger flicked its tongue, rolled its eyes, and said angrily,

"You relied on that Spencer or whatever to deal with those people bullying you, and now this? You do whatever she says? Can't you have a mind of your own?!"

An Le looked innocently at Little Finger and stammered in her mind,

"But Spencer really is amazing... She beat up Piao Shuwen and the others, and they really couldn't do anything about it. They didn't even come to school today. Besides, I already thought my hair was a little too thick. Maybe styling it would help."

"..."

Little Finger didn't really care whether she had a mind of her own. The main problem was that this girl kept refusing to use the Modifier, and it was driving it frantic.

Damn it, you've got such an overpowered Cheat, plus me, the smartest adviser in the world, and you're still mucking around.

No, I have to find a way to make her use the Modifier!

Little Finger didn't respond, merely brewing a nasty scheme in its mind.

"All right, I think this works too. But aren't you going to take a look?"

"At what?"

"Didn't Spencer say she was reporting to the Student Council at noon? Yan Huan's in charge of this Study Group business."

"Spencer doesn't like Yan Huan, so I'm not worried."

Little Finger was furious and hurriedly patted An Le's face.

"Are you an idiot? She only scored sixty-six, like some pig. How could she obediently let Yan Huan tutor her? The school arranged this, so Yan Huan can't refuse. What if Spencer gets fed up and beats up your Yan Huan?"

"Xiao Huan... isn't mine yet."

An Le's face instantly reddened, while Little Finger was on the verge of a heart attack.

"Is this the time to discuss whether he's yours? Are you even listening to me?! Hurry, get up! Go! Let's see what's happening over there!!!"

"O-okay..."

Only after Little Finger went that far did An Le timidly stand up.

It wasn't that she couldn't understand what Little Finger meant. She wasn't as stupid as Spencer.

Mostly, she still felt somewhat inferior and afraid, and didn't dare face Yan Huan directly. That was why she kept making excuses.

But since Little Finger had gone that far, she could only leave the restroom and quietly head upstairs.

The Student Council.

I remember it's upstairs?

Thump... thump... thump...

An Le's heartbeat gradually quickened. She quietly made her way to one side of the corridor, where she could see the corridor outside the Student Council Office through the window.

"What are you doing here?! Go over there!"

"I... I don't dare. Let's just watch from here..."

"Oh, I can't take this. Just kill me, why don't you..."

An Le pressed her lips together and secretly watched the other side, but she couldn't see anything inside the Student Council Office at all.

Before long, however, Spencer swaggered upstairs and kicked the door to announce her arrival.

To An Le's surprise, not only did Spencer not go inside, but Yan Huan came out alone instead.

An Le's eyes widened, and Little Finger on her shoulder also stared in disbelief.

"No way, you even predicted this?! How did you know they'd come out?"

"Huh? I didn't know either."

An Le sheepishly rubbed her head, leaving Little Finger speechless.

Meanwhile, Yan Huan emerged, looked at Spencer standing before him with her arms folded, then pointed toward the other end of the corridor.

"Let's talk over there."

He was the only person in the Student Council Office right now, but Sakuramiya might return soon.

She had said in the group chat that the kitten was almost better and that she would return at noon.

So, to keep Spencer and Sakuramiya from running into each other, Yan Huan planned to discuss this with her outside.

Spencer frowned and reluctantly followed him over.

In the distance, An Le also secretly followed, moving to a corridor opposite them where she could watch from afar.

"Did you get the email I sent you?"

With her hands tucked under her arms, Spencer suddenly smiled and asked,

"You're in charge of this? What about that Sakuramiya?"

Yan Huan looked back at her coldly and said,

"This has nothing to do with Sakuramiya."

"Sure, sure, sure..."

Yan Huan stopped at another corner and looked at Spencer, all business.

"The Academic Affairs Office's instructions are clear. From now on, you must attend the Study Group I run in person twice a week, then complete extra assignments for me to mark and the Academic Affairs Office to review."

Spencer said incredulously,

"I don't even do the teachers' assignments, and you think I'll do yours?"

"Then you'd better start doing your assignments now."

Spencer folded her arms and sneered.

"And if I don't?"

"Then once I report it to the Academic Affairs Office, they might contact your parents."

Spencer's sneer abruptly froze. She guiltily averted her gaze, then rubbed the back of her head in irritation.

"Didn't you promise me one request before? I'm using it now. I don't want to join the Study Group!"

Yan Huan took a deep breath, somewhat speechless.

Seriously, come on, that's all you've got...

And you want to be a master?

Isn't this way too embarrassing?

At any rate, Yan Huan had never seen a blond delinquent use blackmail to spare herself the misery of studying.

Would Yan Huan let her get away?

He thought for a second, then a hint of relief appeared on his face.

"Fine. I'll give it a try and see if I can report it to them and get you excused."

"..."

Seeing him look relieved, as though he had finally gotten rid of her, Spencer gritted her teeth in annoyance.

But compared to doing that homework every week and getting reported to her parents if she didn't...

She might as well reluctantly use up her request!

She folded her arms and nodded. She was just about to leave when Yan Huan stopped her again.

"Let me make this clear first. I'll try, but if it doesn't work, there's nothing I can do. This is a school requirement, after all. And regardless of the outcome, you have to delete the photos. Then we're even."

"What?"

Spencer's eyes widened, and her pointed canines showed.

"You can't even guarantee you can do it, and you still want me to use up my request?"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

Yet Yan Huan gave her a look of disgust and explained,

"Who told you to score so badly? Just 66 points, so far below even the second-lowest score. If you'd scored even a little higher, this would be easier to discuss. With a score like that... all I can say is I'll do my best."

"What do you mean? Are you calling me stupid?"

"Aren't you?"

Yan Huan looked back at her, as though he didn't want to say anything more.

The way he sized her up seemed to be secretly comparing her to someone he liked.

It's that Vice President named Hitomi Sakuramiya, isn't it?

Oh, he must be thinking about how great she is at studying and how terrible I am, how I can't even compare to a single strand of her hair, right?

The veins on Spencer's forehead gradually bulged. She didn't realize at all that she had already fallen for Yan Huan's provocation.

"Heh, I've changed my mind, Yan Huan."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not using that request anymore. I'll join that Study Group."

"You're going back on your word?"

"Yes, I'll join the Study Group. As for that request... heh, just you wait, Yan Huan."

Yet Yan Huan showed no fear. Instead, he pulled out a slip of paper he had prepared long ago and handed it to her.

"What's this?"

Spencer paused briefly and took the slip.

At a glance, she saw a list of books written on it.

"Three Years of High School, Two Years of Mock Exams," "One Hundred Exercises in Advanced Mathematics," "Complete Guide to Grammar and Reading."

"???"

Spencer's mouth hung slightly open, her pointed canines facing Yan Huan's insincere smile.

"Great. Then please have these workbooks for our Study Group ready before next Monday. If even one is missing next week... you know what'll happen."

Spencer gritted her teeth as she looked at the handsome boy before her. The more she looked, the more she hated him.

Just you wait, Yan Huan.

I'm definitely going to...

"Hmph!"

Spencer gave a cold snort, then turned and left.

Yan Huan wore a cold expression as well, looking every bit as confrontational, his face seemingly full of anger.

Although An Le hadn't heard what they were saying from a distance, she still sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Did they... have a fight? Xiao Huan looks really angry..."

An Le didn't know that Yan Huan had deliberately put on that expression to provoke Spencer.

She merely pressed her lips together, suddenly growing anxious.

On one side was her childhood friend, whom she'd known since they were little. On the other was a friend she had only just made.

She didn't want to see them fall out like this, especially when it had made Xiao Huan so angry...

Little Finger noticed An Le's emotions beside him and seemed to realize something.

Could it be...

My chance has come?!

Little Finger suppressed his excitement and hurriedly said,

"Want to cheer Yan Huan up?"

"I do, but... I don't dare go over to see him. How about I go find Spencer later and ask her not to fight with Xiao Huan anymore?"

"Idiot. Do you think she'll listen to you?"

"..."

That's true. Spencer seems to do whatever she wants. She probably wouldn't listen to me.

"I do have an idea."

"Ah, Little Finger, you have an idea?"

"Silly, didn't I tell you before? You can manipulate other people's pleasure. Happiness is actually produced by pleasure too. Couldn't you just give him a tiny bit of pleasure from here?"

"R-really?"

Little Finger gave a light snort and coaxed her patiently.

"Of course. Besides, it's not like this is anything bad, right? You just want Xiao Huan to stop being so angry. You might even be able to keep him from falling out with Spencer."

"..."

An Le swallowed, feeling a little tempted.

That's right. It's not like I'm doing anything bad.

I just want to help Xiao Huan feel a little happier.

Then...

Should I give it a try?

"How do I use that ability?"

Finally...

She finally fell for it!

At that moment, Little Finger became Sun Wukong as played by Huang Bo. He forcibly suppressed his excitement and merely explained,

"Just think about it, then lock onto him and try giving him a little pleasure."

Think about it?

With a thought from An Le, an invisible ripple spread outward, forming a huge circle with a radius of fifteen meters.

Within that circle, An Le's eyes instantly locked onto countless targets.

But she only wanted to make Xiao Huan happy...

So she concentrated, fixing her gaze on Yan Huan.

Two wisps of mist, one red and one white, materialized like phantoms, seemingly awaiting her command. An Le looked puzzled at the sight, and Little Finger hurriedly explained,

"The red mist manipulates pain. Inject the red mist into someone's body, and they'll feel pain. The white mist manipulates pleasure. You use it the same way as the red."

Then, should I give Xiao Huan a little white mist?

With that thought, An Le guided the white mist toward Yan Huan bit by bit.

What she hadn't expected, since this was her first time using it, was that the mist moved countless times more lightly than she had imagined. As a result, one slip in her control sent a huge amount of white mist flooding into him.

"Ah! I-I accidentally... added too much!"

An Le hurriedly covered her mouth. Beside her, Little Finger's mouth also fell open in shock.

Girl...

You're even more ruthless than I imagined!

The next second, Yan Huan, who had been about to head back to the Student Council Office, suddenly froze, as though he had sensed something.

Then a powerful electric current surged up his spine like a tide, crashing straight into his brain.

Boom!

Done.

I'm done for!!