Chapter 49
"As payment for returning the photos, I agreed to one condition."
Upon hearing Yan Huan's words, Yinggong Tong's mind went completely blank for a moment.
It felt as if some unspeakable thoughts had forcefully invaded her consciousness.
"President, you agreed to a condition—what do you mean by that?"
Yan Huan blinked, paused for a few seconds, and finally said,
"Yinggong, you know her grades are really bad, right?"
"I know. Sixty-six points. Hard to believe a human can score that low—but if it’s her, it tracks."
That was a polite way of putting it, a courtesy born from Miss Yinggong Tong's refined upbringing.
Someone like Yan Huan would’ve bluntly said: "Poet's grip."
(*) "Poet's grip" is a slang phrase in the story's context implying someone is hopelessly bad at academics.
"That girl must’ve known she'd be forcibly added to a study group. But she didn’t want to study, so she used the photos to blackmail me into helping her withdraw."
Yan Huan spread his hands in explanation.
Yinggong Tong frowned slightly, processing the implications.
But upon hearing this, Yinggong Tong was slightly taken aback and asked,
"But President, she took the photos on Monday, and the grades came out on Tuesday. Are you saying she predicted she'd be added to a study group that early?"
"Her family background isn’t ordinary. You’ve noticed that, right, Yinggong?"
In the end, Yan Huan still didn’t want to drag Yinggong Tong any deeper into this.
Logically speaking, his explanation was difficult to refute.
After all, that idiot Spencer did intend to use the condition that way, so technically, Yan Huan wasn’t lying.
But the real problem was that Yan Huan didn’t know Yinggong Tong had always been concealing her true self.
The knowledge she possessed, her ability to deduce things—none of it was known to Yan Huan.
Indeed, as the President said, the surname "Spencer" hinted at deep ties with the Gold Lion Group, which might’ve allowed her to learn the Principal’s plans ahead of time.
But that still didn’t explain the strange expression the President had when he saw her name in the Principal’s office on Tuesday.
And on Thursday, after returning from Spencer, the President acted oddly again.
At the time, she’d been distracted by his words and chose to ignore it—for the moment.
Just as Nara had said, when it came to Yan Huan, her IQ dropped significantly.
But now she was in top form, laning against Classmate Niu on the confrontation path, and looking back, she noticed the clues immediately.
In other words, things between the President and Spencer weren’t as simple as he claimed.
But why would the President lie?
He had always treated her with such kindness—even collecting photos and being considerate of her feelings.
Could it all be part of some twisted kink between him and Spencer?
Was she just a pawn in their flirtatious game?
No. Impossible.
Yinggong Tong could tell—Yan Huan’s look of disgust toward Spencer was genuine.
That made the situation all the more intriguing.
But Yinggong Tong was a true genius—she quickly arrived at a flawless explanation.
The President had already been mentally affected by Spencer’s superpower!
She still remembered the strange thoughts that had flashed through her mind earlier.
Her guard against Spencer had weakened, and she had begun to justify Spencer’s actions.
That could be due to Spencer’s superpower and might even explain how she managed to break through the barrier.
The idea was faint and fleeting, but it lingered just long enough.
Yinggong Tong speculated—could it be that when people with strange superpowers confront each other, their powers weaken?
The fact that Spencer broke her barrier might support that theory.
However, her barrier had far less effect on Spencer than Spencer’s power had on her.
Could it be due to something like a [level]?
Her current Barrier Level was 2—maybe Spencer’s superpower level was higher, which caused the imbalance?
Couldn't she raise her level even higher?
That way, the girl wouldn’t be able to break her barrier again.
*Kakakaka*
As that thought emerged, something dark and sticky inside Yinggong Tong stirred, as if nourished, and began to squirm.
Moreover, the President didn’t have any superpower!
He likely took the full brunt of Spencer’s power without protection.
Even within her barrier, she hadn’t dared alter his common sense or manipulate the rules.
She was always so careful with the President, whereas that girl—
At that thought, Yinggong Tong looked at Yan Huan and suddenly felt a surge of fear.
If things continued, who knew how deeply Spencer would corrupt the President’s mind?
She was truly afraid that one day, he would become the very figure she had just imagined.
"Sorry, Yinggong, I... can't go back anymore."
No. She had to protect the President from that girl’s influence.
She couldn’t allow any more contact between them!
Even as a terrifying desire surged within her, Yinggong Tong merely blinked and calmly said to Yan Huan,
"I see. Got it, President."
Once again syncing with his thoughts, she chose to pretend to believe him. But in truth, she only wanted to keep the President far away from Spencer.
Turning her head and scanning the surroundings, Yinggong Tong continued,
"Then let’s head to the infirmary now."
"Sure, let me figure out which way to go."
"Seems like it’s over there."
Yinggong Tong already knew this place like the back of her hand—after all, she’d prepared extensively before coming.
Originally, the plan had been to act clueless and follow the President, letting NPCs scare him to heighten their flirtatious tension.
But now, because of the terrifying opponent Spencer, that goal had completely changed.
"Is that so?"
Yan Huan looked in the direction Yinggong Tong pointed and spotted a scratched, weathered sign on the wall.
They would need to head upstairs—the infirmary was on the second floor.
*Aaaaah! It hurts, it hurts so much!!*
Just then, an NPC with messy black hair and a blood-covered face slammed into the glass of a nearby classroom, snarling grotesquely.
Yan Huan stepped back—not out of fear, but to glance at Yinggong.
He saw her eyes narrow slightly, clearly startled by the sudden jump scare.
"Are you okay, Yinggong?"
"Y-Yeah, I’m fine."
Even knowing the NPCs were played by her own staff, she still didn’t dare look directly at them.
She hurried to catch up with Yan Huan, who continued leading the way.
Just as she was about to pass the classroom, a cold, icy hand reached out and tugged at her clothes from behind.
"!!"
P-P-President!
Yinggong Tong instinctively opened her mouth to call for help, but the pale hand held up a Bluetooth earpiece in front of her face.
Yinggong Tong froze.
She turned to look at the female ghost, who blinked at her with a blood-covered face.
The ghost said nothing, only tilted her head with eerie curiosity.
Yinggong Tong glanced at Yan Huan ahead and, seeing he wasn’t looking, quietly took the earpiece and put it on.
"Miss, can you hear me?"
It was Nara’s voice.
Yinggong Tong looked up at the hidden corridor camera and silently nodded.
"Good. Miss, those two girls also entered the haunted house. Are we sticking to the original plan or..."
Yinggong Tong immediately shook her head. As she followed Yan Huan, she mouthed something to the camera.
Nara paused for a moment, then said,
"The blonde idiot... that must refer to the golden-haired girl, right, Miss?"
Yinggong Tong nodded, pointed at Yan Huan, moved her hand to indicate distance, and then made a slicing gesture like a blade.
Nara understood instantly and said,
"Understood, Miss. The new priority is keeping that girl away from Yan Huan, correct?"
Yinggong Tong gave a firm thumbs-up.
"Hmm, Miss, you should head to the infirmary on the second floor. There’s a hidden room there that leads directly outside."
"If you avoid the dark room, you’ll have to loop from the second floor to the third, then exit through Exit C on the far side of the third floor to reach the first-floor exit."
"The infirmary has two entrances—A and B. Whichever stairwell you use from the first floor, you can reach it."
"You're currently in Corridor A. After going upstairs, walk a bit to reach the infirmary. They're in Corridor B, which is closer."
"The people inside the venue will try to stop that blonde idiot. Miss, take Yan Huan to the infirmary on the second floor and leave quickly."
Yinggong Tong nodded. She stopped looking at the camera and moved closer to Yan Huan, whispering,
"President, let’s hurry. I keep worrying we’ll run into that person."
Clearly, Yan Huan felt the same way. He quickened his pace.
At the same time, he called out in his mind,
'Meow-chan.'
*Meow~*
A phantom black cat appeared like a shadow on his shoulder, its long tail curling around his neck.
"What is it, meow?"
"Can you run ahead and check where Spencer is? I don’t want to run into her while I’m with Yinggong. Today’s not the day to deal with her modifier."
But Meow-chan shook its head.
"Yan Huan, I can’t stray too far from you."
Yan Huan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Meow-chan.
"Why?"
"Because I appear in this world as the embodiment of the modifier, meow. Since the modifier is on you, I can only exist near you."
With that, it leapt off Yan Huan’s shoulder and darted forward.
The black cat, wearing a yellow scarf, ran ahead but shattered like glass into glowing particles after reaching about 15 meters.
"Judging by the current modifier level, my range is limited to about a 15-meter radius, meow."
Then, Meow-chan slowly reformed on Yan Huan’s shoulder.
"If I could, I’d help you monitor the confirmed modifier hosts daily and track their progress, but…"
"..."
It was fine—Yan Huan was already used to Meow-chan’s uselessness.
Just as Yan Huan looked away in disappointment, Meow-chan meowed, drawing his attention back.
"But I can smell her scent. She’s on the other side of the corridor."
"Oh right, I almost forgot—Meow-chan, you’re an adorable kitty."
"Meow?"
Meow-chan playfully patted his face with its paw pad, but didn’t forget to remind him,
"Yan Huan, you all need to hurry upstairs, or they’ll circle around and catch up."
Yan Huan gave a nearly imperceptible nod. They had reached the bloodstained stairway.
Looking back at Yinggong Tong, Yan Huan said,
"Yinggong, this way."
"Okay, President."
Yinggong Tong ascended the stairs, but Yan Huan stared at the complex corridor behind them, slightly puzzled.
The layout here was intricate. Reaching the second-floor infirmary meant passing through multiple classrooms and relying on vague clues.
With Spencer’s brain, how was she catching up this quickly?
"Um… Spencer, I think we’re heading to the infirmary. That should be the exit—Xiaohuan and the others must be going there too."
"Huh?"
In an abandoned classroom, Spencer crouched on the floor, playing with broken desk and chair scraps.
Hearing An Le’s voice behind her, she finally turned around.
She saw a trembling An Le, frozen in fear, staring at the wall where faint writing—possibly in blood—served as guidance.
Spencer tilted her head, clapped her hands, stood up, and said,
"Where’s the infirmary, huh?"
"It should be upstairs. We’re in Corridor B, and there’s a stairway over that way—ahh!! A ghost!!"
Just as An Le looked out the classroom, a ghostly figure passed by slowly, draining the color from her face.
On her shoulder, Little Pinky slapped her cheek with its tail and scolded,
"Where’s the ghost?! If anyone here’s a ghost, it’s me—no one else can see me! What are you scared of?! Go! Yan Huan is waiting for you!"
(*) Note: "Little Pinky" is a ghost-like familiar that only An Le can see.
This guy had just gotten worked up from an argument. For a coward like her, this was the perfect trigger.
She needed this push to do something she’d never dare do normally:
To confess to Yan Huan that she was his childhood sweetheart!
"Y-Yeah, you’re right…"
An Le slapped her masked face gently and tried to summon some courage.
"Ha! What ghost—let me see for myself!"
Spencer, with nerves of steel, rushed out—only to find an empty hallway.
"Tch, nothing there, huh? Even if it was a ghost, it’s a cowardly one."
"Ugh."
An Le suspected Spencer was talking about her.
She quickly followed Spencer. Just having someone nearby eased a lot of her fear.
"Spencer, the stairs should be that way. Xiaohuan and Vice President Yinggong must be heading to the infirmary too. If we hurry..."
Just as they were about to move forward, a cold breeze blew from behind them.
"I hate, I hate... I hate so much ahhhhhh!!!"
"Eek!"
An Le’s face turned pale. She didn’t dare turn around, but saw through the window reflection that the door behind them was slowly opening.
"S-Spencer!!"
"Huh?"
Spencer, arms crossed, turned around as well.
But aside from the open door, there was nothing there.
"What’s that, huh?"
Was it just their imagination?
An Le gasped and looked forward again.
At that moment, she saw a terrifying female ghost with messy hair and a bloody face standing behind Spencer.
"Eek!!"
Her legs gave out, and she fell to the ground, ducking her head like an ostrich and covering her face.
"Spencer, b-behind you… sob sob!"
Seeing An Le’s absurd reaction, the ferocious female ghost grinned wickedly.
Even though it was just a part-time gig, this was her first time playing a ghost.
But scaring a guest into screaming and collapsing gave her a sense of accomplishment.
‘Maybe this is what it means to love your job,’ she thought.
Now, for the other one—
The female ghost looked up gleefully, only to see the blonde girl's face blur as she swiftly turned her head.
Huh?
A blur?
Why was it blurred?
In that instant, the ghost’s brain froze.
Then she realized—her right cheek had just felt a sudden gust of wind.
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!*
Spencer’s head turn came with a punch.
The ghost’s mind went blank. Her body instinctively leapt backward and fell to the floor.
The punch, laced with slicing wind, missed and smashed into the wall.
*Dong!!*
With a dull thud, Spencer’s punch broke through the flimsy haunted house wall.
*Shua la la…*
Dust fell from the hallway ceiling, shaken loose by her terrifying blow.
Sitting on the floor just like An Le, the ghost stared blankly at Spencer, now surrounded by a dark aura, and gulped.
Spencer took a deep breath and looked at the dazed ghost sitting in front of her.
After studying the expression on her face, Spencer exhaled and said,
"Scared me—I thought it was a real ghost. Turns out it’s just someone in costume, huh."
Now that the "real ghost" option had been ruled out, Spencer's face lit up with an extremely excited smile.
"Hehe, anyway, your costume is pretty interesting—let me take a look."
She looked at the female ghost on the ground like she had just discovered a new toy, causing the latter to tremble uncontrollably.
"Take some supplements!!"
As Spencer pulled her fist out from the wall, the female ghost screamed and turned to flee.
Spencer immediately shouted and bolted after her.
"Don't run!!"
"Spencer-san! Wait a moment!"
An Le scrambled to her feet and forced herself to keep pace with Spencer.
The female ghost ran blindly in one direction, the rhythmic pounding of Spencer’s running shoes echoing like drumbeats against her chest, heightening her panic.
In her frenzy, she ended up running straight toward the second floor.
From the Bluetooth earpiece, Nara’s voice suddenly cursed.
"What are you doing?! Why are you leading them to the second floor?!"
"Sorry! Waaah! Nara-sis, that woman is terrifying! Come save me!"
"Tch! Fine, let her keep chasing you. You lead the way, but don’t let her get near the infirmary!"
"Eh?! Su-supplements, Nara-sis!"
At the same time, Nara issued instructions to the others.
"All NPCs on standby on the second floor—stop that blonde girl! Don’t let her near the infirmary!"
"Yes!"
When they reached the second floor, An Le was panting and out of breath. She couldn’t run anymore and could only watch helplessly as Spencer chased the NPC further and further away.
"Spencer-san! There’s a fork here that leads to the infirmary—stop chasing!"
But Spencer didn’t hear An Le’s soft cry. Without even turning her head, she kept running forward.
As An Le struggled to catch up, Little Pinky suddenly flicked her cheek.
"You dummy! Don’t you remember what she said before we came in? She said she’d lure Yinggong Tong away for you—go straight to the infirmary and see if you can find Yan Huan!"
"Ah, that’s right."
"Quick, go! Let Spencer and Yinggong Tong duke it out—we'll sneak in from here and head straight for Yan Huan!"
"Get married? If anyone’s marrying, it should be Xiaohuan marrying me—"
"Your mom!! Shut up and go!!"
"Mm-hmm."
An Le glanced once more in the direction Spencer had gone, then pursed her lips and headed alone toward the infirmary.
The surroundings were eerie. Now separated from her companions, she clutched the black bags tightly to her chest, trying to gain a sense of security.
"Young Miss, we can’t stop that blonde girl. She’s almost here."
"Tch."
Yinggong Tong, now near the infirmary entrance, furrowed her brow.
She didn’t blame Nara—if that girl really had that kind of superpower, it made sense that they couldn’t stop her.
'Also, isn’t her stamina a bit too ridiculous?'
'Did all the nutrients meant for her brain go into her body instead?'
'No wonder she has that figure and strength... but her brain feels totally underdeveloped.'
"Yinggong, we’re here."
Yan Huan had also arrived at the infirmary entrance. He scanned the bloodstained white curtain separating the beds inside.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air—it was probably a fake scene created with animal plasma.
The name "Manako" was scrawled everywhere in blood—the NPC mentioned in the background story.
All the names pointed toward one direction in the infirmary, but Yan Huan saw no visible passage.
'Is this a puzzle to solve?'
"Yinggong, is there really an exit in here?"
Yan Huan turned back toward the entrance and saw Yinggong Tong standing just outside, covering her nose against the bloody smell.
"Ah, there should be. All the clues point here."
"Hmm, but we didn’t see any NPCs along the way—this haunted house is really..."
'Yeah!!'
'It’s all Spencer’s fault!'
'All the preparations we made were wasted just trying to stop her!'
"Young Miss, she’s almost here!"
Nara’s voice came through the earpiece. Yinggong Tong’s expression immediately turned cold.
'That woman—always pushing boundaries. Does she really think I’m a pushover?'
'How dare she use that kind of power to taint and influence the President.'
'Even I haven’t done anything like that! How dare she?!'
As the thought crossed her mind, she looked at Yan Huan inside the room, and an idea surfaced.
'Last time, that woman shattered the barrier from outside its range—so she wasn’t affected at all.'
'What if, this time, she’s brought into the barrier?'
But the range wasn’t enough to cover the entire haunted house—the barrier only extended 75 square meters, just enough to cover this corridor.
'Perfect. The President is inside, and Spencer’s about to enter the corridor.'
"Yinggong, come in quick and close the infirmary door—I think I found a clue."
In truth, Yan Huan hadn’t found anything, but still turned and said that to Yinggong.
Because at that moment, he also heard Meow-chan’s warning from his shoulder.
"That Spencer’s scent is getting really strong, nya—she’s almost at the corridor outside the door!"
He planned to have Yinggong come inside first. If things didn’t work out, he’d find a chance to go out and face Spencer alone.
At the very least, he couldn’t let Yinggong Tong be affected by the modifier.
But Yan Huan didn’t know—Yinggong Tong, standing at the door, had the exact same thought.
'At the very least, I can’t let the President be affected by a superpower.'
'That damn Spencer.'
The sticky darkness around her swirled, driven by Yinggong Tong’s inner fury and resolve. As her smile toward Yan Huan grew more radiant, a hidden power erupted like a floodgate bursting open.
The sign of that eruption was a line of phantom text that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
[Congratulations, your Barrier Level has increased!]
[Barrier Level: 2 → 3]
[Your weekly usage of the barrier is now 2 times. Maximum coverage: 100 square meters. You can now maintain 2 active barriers simultaneously.]
[You now have the ability to further alter the rules within the barrier. You may add two Common Sense rules.]
As she read the phantom text, Yinggong Tong’s pale hand slowly rested on the door to the corridor.
She moved to step inside and responded to Yan Huan.
"Alright, President."
But in the next instant, the door suddenly slammed shut on its own. Her expression froze—clearly, she hadn’t expected that.
"Yinggong, careful! Your hand!"
Yan Huan’s pupils contracted as he saw her hand gripping the doorframe.
Yinggong Tong quickly let go, but she still ended up locked outside the door.
*Bang!*
Yan Huan rushed to the door, trying to force it open.
But no matter how hard he pushed, the door wouldn’t budge—as if space itself had solidified.
The scene was nearly identical to last time. Yan Huan quickly realized what had happened.
'It’s the modifier!'
'Spencer!!'
Yan Huan’s expression turned grim—but at the same time, he let out a breath of relief.
He thought Spencer was doing the same thing as before.
Since she was coming for him, then the barrier must be inside the room—where he currently was.
That meant Yinggong Tong was isolated outside and wouldn’t be affected by the modifier.
But... did that really make sense?
Spencer’s ability was related to looting—what was the point of locking herself in alone?
Last time, she locked herself inside with Yinggong and triggered that iconic threat: "You wouldn’t want this photo to spread, would you?"
But what could she do alone?
Or maybe... this time, it had nothing to do with Spencer.
Maybe someone else was behind it—
*Mmm~*
Just as Yan Huan was staring at the frozen door, deep in thought, a sound suddenly came from behind him—soft and faint, like the rustle of a small animal.
Startled, he turned his head and saw a girl standing at the entrance of the sealed room, her head bowed.
The girl wore a white mask and a T-shirt with a design similar to Yaqiao Mu’s, which emphasized her noticeably full chest.
She kept her head lowered, her legs pressed together in black trousers, looking as timid and adorable as a shivering fawn.
She was holding several black bags, her long black hair loosely scattered. Through the strands, Yan Huan caught sight of her blushing cheek and those watery eyes sneaking glances at him.
It was An Le.
But in Yan Huan's eyes, An Le was merely that mysterious girl who always trailed behind Spencer.
"..."
Yan Huan parted his lips slightly, as if suddenly realizing the truth.
Earlier, he had doubted how someone like Spencer, with such an odd personality, could even have a friend.
Or rather, he questioned whether anyone would willingly spend time with that weirdo at all.
But now, everything clicked. Yan Huan finally understood why Spencer had brought this girl to the convention.
It all aligned.
Everything made sense now.
The ability that controlled this space definitely belonged to Spencer.
‘That damned golden-haired girl—she just loves pulling off these kinds of tricks, doesn’t she?!’
Meanwhile, on the shoulder of the bashful girl, a phantom figure invisible to both Yan Huan and Meow-chan perked up excitedly.
"See? I told you to trust me, didn’t I?! Spencer and Yinggong Tong are off alone—you’ve just successfully snuck in!"
An Le blushed, shyly glanced at Yan Huan, and—just like Little Pinky—didn’t notice Meow-chan on his shoulder. She asked mentally,
'But Little Pinky, how did you know Vice President Yinggong would definitely be lured away?'
"Huh? That... of course! Because I’m the genius Little Pinky—I can calculate everything!!"
In truth, Little Pinky had no idea why Yinggong Tong hadn’t shown up.
After all, Spencer wasn’t exactly the most reliable person.
So what would you believe more: that Spencer managed to lure away Yinggong Tong, or that An Le would successfully connect with Yan Huan tomorrow?
All that could be said was—heaven was helping Little Pinky!
Today, you reveal your identity boldly. Tomorrow, you start your romance. The day after, you’ll use pleasure manipulation to make Yan Huan yours alone!
Little Pinky lifted its nose proudly, already daydreaming about the sweet rewards of a successful "chicken dinner."
(*) "chicken dinner" is a slang term meaning victory, popularized by the game "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds (PUBG)".
It patted An Le’s shoulder and urged,
"Come on, strike while the iron's hot. Now’s your once-in-a-lifetime chance to say something to the Xiaohuan you long for day and night~"
"..."
An Le pressed her lips together, clenched her fists, and seemed to come to a firm decision.
In the next moment, she lifted her head and looked directly at Yan Huan standing before her.
Meanwhile, outside the infirmary, Spencer was chasing after the female ghost. But after making a turn, the ghost suddenly vanished.
Spencer came to a halt, opened her mouth to call out, then looked back—only to find that An Le was already gone.
"..."
Spencer slapped her forehead and muttered belatedly,
"Crap, did I leave An Le behind?"
Little Pinky had guessed wrong.
In fact, once inside the haunted house, Spencer completely forgot about the whole "I’ll lure away Yinggong Tong" plan she announced at the entrance.
She got so caught up in how fun the ghost’s costume was that she became obsessed with the chase. By the time she looked back, An Le had vanished.
The biggest issue was—
Spencer had no sense of direction.
Earlier, with An Le leading the way, they had quickly caught up to Yinggong Tong and Yan Huan, who had entered before them.
But now—
Spencer crossed her arms, glanced around nervously, and muttered,
"I think I was supposed to go to the infirmary, but it’s so dark in here—how am I supposed to tell where anything is?"
She turned to inspect a nearby abandoned classroom, but the door wouldn’t budge, as if the space itself had frozen solid.
Unwilling to give up, Spencer threw all her strength into trying to open it, but it still wouldn’t move.
"..."
Spencer pouted, released the doorknob, and scratched the back of her head.
Meanwhile, hiding in the shadows, Yinggong Tong used the power of the barrier to observe Spencer from within, like a silent phantom.
She had no intention of exposing herself or launching an attack. She simply couldn’t allow Spencer to get near Yan Huan.
There were two reasons for this—
First, she couldn’t maintain the barrier for long.
This area was under constant surveillance by Nara, and there were numerous NPCs nearby. Although she had temporarily disrupted the second-floor surveillance, the longer the interference lasted, the likelier it was Nara and the others would notice something wrong.
Second, she still didn’t know exactly what Spencer’s superpower was.
It was known that Spencer had some kind of thought-altering ability, but her physical prowess—capable of overpowering even trained bodyguards—made Yinggong extremely cautious.
Since her own superpower was so complex, there was no way the other’s would be simple.
So her next move was clear: protect the President and uncover the true nature of Spencer’s ability.
Yinggong Tong narrowed her cold eyes at Spencer’s back and brought her palms together, preparing to use her power to modify common sense for the first time.
[Using violence is not common sense]
From Yinggong Tong’s perspective, Spencer seemed to pause slightly, then scratched her head.
Then, she suddenly kicked the nearby door hard, producing a deafening *BOOM!*
Yinggong Tong blinked, startled.
No—
It didn’t work?
In fact, after that kick echoed through the corridor, Spencer looked quite pleased with herself.
"Feels so good to break common sense~"
"..."
Outside the corridor, a silent power struggle began between the meticulous Yinggong Tong, hidden in the shadows, and the carefree Spencer, standing openly in the hall.
It was as if two invisible forces filled with overwhelming power were clashing midair.
But Yinggong Tong wasn’t discouraged—she quickly began to formulate her next strategy.
At the same time, she couldn’t help but think—
‘The President must be really worried about me, being alone in the infirmary now, right?’
‘After all, the last time we were alone, the President took such good care of me~’
Yinggong Tong knew exactly what she was doing.
Everything she did was to protect the President.
She had to keep Spencer far away, guarding the infirmary like it was more precious than the crystal in a MOBA game.
(*) MOBA refers to "Multiplayer Online Battle Arena" games like League of Legends, where protecting the main base (crystal) is the ultimate goal.
She couldn’t let Spencer take even a single step closer to that crystal!
[End of Chapter]