Restricted Fantasy Invasion

Chapter 33

It didn't take long for several police cars to arrive in the southern district, startling some disheveled customers in the hair salon across the street's side alley, causing them to scatter in panic.

Yan Huan walked out of the bar with Bai Yi and saw Zuo Jiangqin wearing a fur shawl, her expression unpleasantly grim.

She frowned and glared at her daughter who was hanging her head low, then turned her gaze to the smiling young man beside her.

Zuo Jiangqin's eyes lit up slightly as she said,

"We've really troubled you, Classmate Yan."

"Not at all, Auntie. I didn't expect to meet Classmate Bai here either-I'm actually her fan."

Zuo Jiangqin gave Bai Yi a surprised glance before smiling and saying,

"Is that so? Then let me add your contact info, Auntie will definitely invite you to any future events."

"Sounds great, Auntie."

Zuo Jiangqin cheerfully scanned Yan Huan's plane, but her expression turned cold again when she looked back at Bai Yi.

"Get in the car."

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Bai Yi nodded, but glanced back at Yan Huan standing at the shop entrance before entering the car.

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

Her eyes flickered briefly before she finally turned and got in the car.

The door closed, and police sirens began blaring.

The police cars all departed, leaving Yan Huan standing at the shop entrance as his expression gradually faded.

A black cat had somehow reappeared on his shoulder.

Meow-chan watched the retreating police cars and sighed in relief,

"I could feel her desires suddenly surge earlier-it nearly scared me to death, meow~"

"Yeah, that's why I abruptly gave her the pudding meant for another table."

That pudding wasn't specially made for her, but sensing the dangerous atmosphere, Yan Huan had quickly changed course.

Meow-chan looked puzzled and turned to ask Yan Huan,

"So how did you know she likes singing, nya?"

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

".This morning when she did something bad, I tried making her feel guilty like with Ye Shiyu, but it barely worked-she hardly reacted. So I had to find another way to curb her aggression."

As they walked back into the bar, Yan Huan explained,

"So I researched her background. She's participated in many variety shows and films-flawless looks, but her acting and variety show reviews... heh.

"I overheard her phone call with her mother-she said her mother's current arrangements weren't what she wanted. Yet earlier with Sister Tong, she said she hoped for her mother's approval."

At this point, Yan Huan looked at Meow-chan,

"Meow-chan, you know what? People only desperately seek approval for things they've genuinely put effort into.

"Since her mother's arrangements aren't what she wants, she wouldn't give her all, nor crave recognition this intensely.

"But earlier when we listened to her songs-the lyrics, composition, arrangement, recording, singing-she handled everything alone. These songs get little attention yet require massive effort, yet she kept producing more. So I'm certain singing is what she truly loves and wants recognized for."

Meow-chan nodded in sudden understanding,

"So you pretended to be her fan to give that recognition, which actually stops her from using the modifier, meow!"

"Exactly."

"Then soon she'll start dropping fragments like Ye Shiyu did, meow! You found her weakness so fast-as expected of you!"

Yan Huan showed no joy at the praise, just sighing as he rubbed Meow-chan's head,

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

Yan Huan's gaze turned analytical as he pinpointed the crux,

"Who am I? A complete stranger to her. But that's her mother.

"A mother's denial versus a stranger's approval-which carries more weight, Meow-chan? Especially since I'm not just any stranger, but someone she probably hates."

Having returned inside, Yan Huan rubbed his shoulder,

"This is just treating symptoms, not the root cause. Unless we either get her mother's approval, or enough public recognition to outweigh her mother's disapproval."

There was another way-becoming someone whose approval could replace her mother's, like a lover.

But Yan Huan didn't want that, so he kept it to himself.

Meow-chan blinked, wanting to help but unsure how.

"Meow~"

So it cutely "meowed" and nuzzled Yan Huan's face with its furry head.

Yan Huan smiled slightly and looked around the bar.

The atmosphere was peaceful-Tong Yingying had another cigarette in her mouth, ready to smoke, clearly craving nicotine.

Yan Huan deftly plucked the cigarette from her lips and held it.

Normally Tong Yingying wouldn't resist when caught smoking, but this time she unusually reached out and demanded,

"Give it back."

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow and said,

"Smoking again? You just promised to quit two days ago. And Sister Tong, carrying cigarettes and alcohol while trying to quit? That's like fighting fire with fire."

Tong Yingying looked defeated, unable to argue, and just leaned on a nearby table,

"Right, how could someone reeking of smoke and booze compare to a sweet, soft idol the same age? Tsk, look how she cries-all delicate like a drama heroine, so sugary~"

Yan Huan nodded in agreement,

"True, when your mom scolds you, Sister Tong, you just keep saying 'damn' over and over. Either 'damn this' or 'damn that'."

".I'll electrocute you, believe me?"

Tong Yingying darkly raised her electric baton, making Yan Huan quickly smile and surrender, handing back the cigarette,

"Fine, I'm exhausted from dealing with her, and now you want to electrocute me too? Here, if you still want to smoke."

Tong Yingying, who'd turned away, perked up hearing Yan Huan found handling Bai Yi "exhausting" rather than "enjoyable."

But she didn't take the cigarette, suddenly saying instead,

"I want pudding."

"Make it yourself."

"Damn, who's the boss here? Want me to dock your pay?"

"Boss, you're the one who taught me to make pudding-yours is better anyway. You want me to make it?"

"I don't care, anything tastes better when someone else makes it."

"Yeah yeah."

Yan Huan smiled slightly while Tong Yingying hummed smugly, clearly pleased.

Tonight's southern district had this minor incident, but otherwise remained unchanged.

Thursday noon, at Yuanyue Academy's senior division, in a bathroom stall.

"Little Finger, do you think this looks better?"

An Le examined her new see-through bangs in the makeup mirror.

Some black hair was pulled up, revealing her naturally beautiful face without makeup.

After befriending Spencer, she'd mentioned how An Le's hairstyle looked ghostly and scary.

So An Le decided to change it, thinking it might make writing to Yan Huan easier later.

Little Finger, coiled on her shoulder and hissing, rolled its eyes angrily,

"First you needed Spencer to deal with those bullies, now you're changing because she said so? Can't you think for yourself?!"

An Le looked innocently at Little Finger, murmuring in her mind,

"But Spencer's really amazing... Pu Shuwen and the others got beaten up but couldn't do anything-they didn't even come to school today. And... I did think my hair was too thick before-maybe this is better."

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Little Finger didn't actually care about independence-it was frustrated she wouldn't use the modifier.

Damn it, with such an OP cheat and me, the world's smartest advisor, and you're still dilly-dallying!

Gotta make her use that modifier somehow!

Little Finger stayed silent, brewing schemes,

"Fine, this works too. But aren't you going to check?"

"Check what?"

"Didn't Spencer say she had to report to the student council at noon? Yan Huan's in charge of the study groups."

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

Little Finger was furious, patting An Le's face anxiously,

"Are you an idiot? She only got 66 points, like a pig-how could she possibly let Yan Huan tutor her? This is a school arrangement; Yan Huan can't refuse. If Spencer gets mad, what if she beats up your Yan Huan?"

"Xiaohuan... he's not mine yet."

An Le's face turned red, while Little Finger was about to have a heart attack.

"Is this really the time to discuss whether he's yours? Did you even hear what I said?! Quick, get up! Let's go see what's happening over there!!!"

"O-okay..."

After Little Finger said that much, An Le finally got up timidly.

Actually, she understood Little Finger's point-she just wasn't as dumb as Spencer.

Mainly because she still had some inferiority and fear, not daring to face Yan Huan directly, which was why she kept making excuses.

But since Little Finger had already said this much, she had no choice but to leave the restroom and quietly head upstairs.

Student council.

I remember it's upstairs?

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

An Le's heartbeat gradually quickened as she quietly moved to one side of the hallway, where she could see the corridor leading to the student council entrance from the windowsill.

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

"I-I can't, let's just watch from here."

"Ugh, I can't take this anymore, just kill me already."

An Le pursed her lips, peeking at the opposite side, but couldn't see what was happening inside the student council. Before long, Spencer came upstairs with her signature swagger, kicking the door to announce her arrival.

To An Le's surprise, Spencer didn't go in - instead, Yan Huan came out alone.

An Le's eyes widened, and so did Little Finger's on her shoulder.

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

"Huh? I didn't know either."

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

Meanwhile, Yan Huan looked at the arms-crossed Spencer before him, then pointed to the other side of the hallway.

"Let's talk over there."

Right now, he was the only one in the student council office, but Sakuramiya might return soon.

She'd mentioned in the group chat that the kitten was almost better and she'd be back by noon.

So to avoid Spencer and Sakuramiya crossing paths, Yan Huan decided to discuss matters with her outside.

Spencer frowned but reluctantly followed him to the other side.

From a distance, the sneaking An Le quietly followed too, moving to a corridor where she could observe them from afar.

"You've received the email I sent you?"

Spencer kept her hands in her pockets but suddenly asked with a smile,

"This is your responsibility, but where's that Sakuramiya?"

Yan Huan turned back with a cold expression, saying,

"This has nothing to do with Sakuramiya."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Yan Huan stopped at another corner, looking at Spencer with a businesslike demeanor,

"The academic affairs office's intention is clear - you must attend my study group twice a week in person, complete extra assignments, which I'll grade and the office will review."

Spencer looked incredulous as she said,

"I don't even do the teachers' homework, why would I do yours?"

"Then you'd better start doing homework from now on."

Spencer crossed her arms and sneered,

"What if I don't?"

"Then after reporting to the office, they might contact your parents."

Spencer's sneer suddenly froze. She guiltily averted her gaze, then irritably rubbed the back of her head,

"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 exasperated.

Seriously, master, with this attitude,

you still want to be top-tier?

Isn't this just embarrassing?

Yan Huan had never seen any delinquent use threats to get out of studying.

Would Yan Huan let her off?

He thought for a second, then relaxed his expression slightly,

"Fine, I'll try to report it and see if we can exempt you."

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Seeing his relieved expression, as if finally rid of her, Spencer gritted her teeth in displeasure.

But compared to weekly homework and the threat of parents being notified,

she might as well reluctantly use this request!

She nodded with crossed arms and was about to leave when Yan Huan stopped her,

"First, I'll try, but no guarantees - it's school policy. Regardless, you must delete the photos afterward. We're even."

"What?"

Spencer's eyes widened, her fangs showing,

"You can't promise it'll work but still want to use up my request?"

"What else can we do?"

Yan Huan gave her a disgusted look and explained,

"You scored only 66 - even lower than second-to-last. If you'd done slightly better, maybe... but with this score, I can only try my best."

"What, are you calling me stupid?"

"Aren't you?"

Yan Huan stared back, clearly done talking.

His up-and-down glance seemed to silently compare her to someone he actually liked.

That vice president Sakuramiya Hitomi, right?

Of course - thinking how smart she is, how dumb I am, not even fit to compare to her hair, right?

Veins bulged on Spencer's forehead, unaware she'd fallen for Yan Huan's provocation.

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

"Meaning?"

"I'm not using that request. I'll join your study group."

"You're backing out?"

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

Unfazed, Yan Huan pulled out a pre-prepared slip from his pocket and handed it to her.

"What's this?"

Spencer blinked, taking the paper.

At a glance, it was a book list:

Three Years of High School, Two Years of Mock Tests", "100 Math Practice Drills", "Complete Guide to Grammar and Reading

"???"

Spencer's mouth slightly opened, her fangs matching Yan Huan's insincere smile,

"Great. Have these study group materials ready by Monday. Missing even one... you know the consequences."

Spencer glared hatefully at this handsome boy, finding him more detestable by the second.

Just wait, Yan Huan.

I'll definitely...

"Hmph!"

Spencer snorted and turned away.

Yan Huan also wore a cold, confrontational expression, seemingly furious.

Though An Le couldn't hear their conversation from afar, she sensed the tension.

"They... had a fight? Xiaohuan looks really angry."

She didn't know that expression was Yan Huan's act to provoke Spencer.

An Le bit her lip, growing anxious.

On one side, her childhood friend; on the other, her newly-made friend.

She didn't want them fighting like this, especially with Xiaohuan so upset.

Little Finger noticed An Le's mood, realizing something.

Could it be...

The opportunity has come?!

Suppressing her excitement, Little Finger quickly said,

"Want to cheer Yan Huan up?"

"I do... but I don't dare face him. Maybe I'll talk to Spencer later, ask her not to fight with Xiaohuan."

"Dummy, you think she'll listen to you?"

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True, Spencer seemed the type to do as she pleased, unlikely to heed her.

"I have an idea."

"Ah, Little Finger, do you have a way?"

"Dummy, didn't I tell you before? You can manipulate others' pleasure. Happiness is actually formed from pleasure too. Just give him a tiny bit of pleasure here, won't that work?"

"R-really?"

Little Finger snorted lightly and coaxed patiently,

"Of course, and it's not a bad thing, right? You just want Xiaohuan to stop being so angry. Maybe you can even prevent him from clashing with Spencer."

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An Le swallowed hard, feeling a restless urge inside.

Yes, she wasn't doing anything bad.

She just wanted to help Xiaohuan feel a little happier.

Then,

should she try it?

"How do I use that Ability?"

Finally,

she finally took the bait!

At this moment, Little Finger transformed into the Monkey King played by Huang Bo, barely suppressing its excitement as it explained,

"Just think about it in your mind, then lock onto him and give him a little pleasure to test it out."

Think about it?

An Le focused her thoughts, and an invisible ripple spread out, forming a massive 15-meter radius circle.

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

But she only wanted to make Xiaohuan happy.

So, she concentrated her attention, fixing her gaze on Yan Huan.

Two illusory mists, one red and one white, faintly appeared, seemingly awaiting her command. An Le looked puzzled, and Little Finger quickly explained,

"The red mist controls pain-inject it into someone, and they'll feel pain. The white one controls pleasure, used the same way as the red."

So... give Xiaohuan a bit of the white mist?

Thinking this, An Le guided the white mist slowly toward Yan Huan.

Unexpectedly, since it was her first time using it, the mist moved far more lightly than imagined. As a result, she lost control, and a massive amount of white mist surged into him.

"Eek! I-I overdid it accidentally!"

An Le quickly covered her mouth, while Little Finger beside her gaped in shock.

Sis.

You're even more ruthless than I thought!

The next second, Yan Huan, who had been about to return to the student council office, suddenly froze as if sensing something.

Then, an intense, tidal wave-like electric current shot up his spine, crashing straight into his brain.

"Boom!"

It's over.

It's so over!!

(End of chapter)