Weird Fantasy Invasion

I don’t know how far Spencer’s abilities can cover.

"Let's try to find the exit first. This should be similar to the structure of an escape room. We should be able to get out if we look for clues."

"Okay."

Anle pursed her lips and quickly followed Yan Huan's instructions to look for any possible clues around her.

I turned my head to look at the little finger on my shoulder and found that its eyes had rolled back and it looked angry.

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"Classmate, are you and Spencer in the same class?"

Yan Huan suddenly asked this as he squatted in front of the blood-stained white bed sheet and looked at the words written on it.

An Le, who was standing behind him, secretly glanced at his handsome profile in the dim light. Even though the other party couldn't see it, she still nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry about what happened to Spencer."

"Why should you apologize for the mistake she made?"

"Because Spencer is my only friend."

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked back at An Le.

"You actually want to be friends with her?"

Anle pursed her lips in embarrassment, and began to think about Spencer first, explaining for her.

"Although Spencer is a bit reckless, I don't think she is a bad person."

'Not bad'

Joke of the year: Spencer isn't bad.

She is not bad for me to eat.

From Yan Huan's current perspective, Spencer is definitely the most difficult to deal with among the three known modifier hosts.

Her behavior is very unpredictable and aggressive.

The guilt that made Ye Shiyu suppress her desire to use the hypnosis app, and the sense of identification with Bai Yi that it had a miraculous effect, probably had no effect on Spencer.

The scariest thing is that other people’s modifiers seem to have a cooldown time and won’t be used all the time.

But for some reason, whenever I encounter Spencer, the effect of the modifier will appear.

No cooling?

She was like a berserker throughout the whole process. She was not affected by control at all and was just reckless from beginning to end.

Apart from his somewhat slow brain, he is truly a pentagonal warrior.

"Really, Spencer helped me when I was most helpless. I am very grateful to her. I don't want to lose this only friend, so."

Yan Huan didn't turn around, but just asked,

"So, no matter what she says or does, you follow her unconditionally? You even want to apologize for her mistakes now?"

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Is it possible that Spencer is just using you to get to this point?

She might pop up from nowhere and start taking pictures later.

However, is this really possible given her IQ?

While Yan Huan was thinking, he successfully found a severed plastic hand under the blood-stained bed.

The severed finger pointed to the other side of the bed. Yan Huan took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it over there. He saw a button with a blood-red talisman painted on it.

"found it"

Yan Huan pressed the button lightly, and the bed at the end of the health room slowly moved away, revealing a half-person-high passage.

It's really an escape room.

Without turning off the flashlight on his phone, Yan Huan shone it into the short passage and said to An Le,

"Even if you are friends, you should not pay for the wrong she did. Apologizing on her behalf is the minimum you can do to pay for her.

"In other words, classmate, if she does something very wrong later, can you still pay for her with even more serious consequences?"

Anle held the bag in his arms, looked at Yan Huan stupidly and said,

"I will try my best to repay you."

Yan Huan stared blankly at An Le, who was squatting there with a mask on, and couldn't help but say,

".Are you serious?"

Could it be that this guy has been influenced by Spencer's stupid aura because he has been with her for a long time?

"Eh?"

"Nothing. Although I shouldn't interfere with other people's behavior, as the president of Totsuki's student council, I still suggest that you stay away from Spencer.

"Besides, if you keep thinking about others like this, nothing good will come of you."

It's not just about Spencer's personality, but more importantly the problem is the modifier.

Staying with the modifier host, without resistance, you are really no different from a toy.

But Anle, who was in the darkness behind him, seemed to be touched after hearing Yan Huan's words.

She seemed to have heard these words somewhere before.

But she couldn't remember where it was.

Without waiting for Anle to respond, Yan Huan shook Meow off his shoulder and said to it in his mind,

"Nyan, please scout the way ahead. If you find anything, let me know."

"Meow~"

Miaojiang ran in with a "thump thump thump" sound.

Yan Huan held onto the passage that required bending over and tilting the head to enter, and turned back to An Le and said,

"Let's go, the doors next to it are all locked, let's go over here and take a look."

"Okay, President."

Anle slowly approached the figure she had been thinking about day and night, and the pain in her heart caused by calling him "President" was tearing her apart further.

In the darkness, she held the black paper bag without taking her cell phone, and followed behind Yan Huan's bent figure.

In the corridor, an eerie wind howled, but was completely blocked by Yan Huan's back in front of him.

Anle looked at the other person's back in the dark, his lips trembling, but he couldn't help asking,

"President, you are thinking about others. Isn't that right? Why are there no good results?"

Yan Huan, who was walking in front, paused for a moment. He didn't want to say much, but considering Spencer's modifier problem

Forget it, if you can save as many as you can, then that’s it.

Who calls him a model youth?

Especially good moral character.

With a sigh, Yan Huan continued to move forward a little bit, and took the initiative to mention some personal information.

"When I was very young, I lived in the South District, where I had a very close childhood sweetheart."

Behind him, An Le, who had been lowering his head, had his pupils narrowed a little after hearing Yan Huan's words. He looked in front of him in disbelief.

"Childhood sweetheart?"

Xiao Huan knew it when he was little, he only played with himself!

According to him, it was because he thought the other kids were childish.

Although looking back now, I was probably not as mature as other kids back then?

After all, I want to play house with him every day, and he plays the father and I play the mother.

But this does not mean

Xiao Huan him.

Do you still remember yourself? ! !

“Plop. Plop. Plop.”

In the darkness, her head, which was usually lowered, gradually raised up, and her eyes, staring at Yan Huan's back, seemed to brighten.

It was a pity that Miao Jiang had already run to the front to explore the way. Yan Huan had no eyes behind him, so he couldn't see Anle's gaze at this moment.

"Well, then, she is very similar to you. She likes to consider others, but she is afraid of rejection, afraid of others showing her disappointment, and afraid of conflicts with others."

"Isn't it right to think about others?"

"There is nothing wrong with considering others, but you also have to know that considering others may sometimes inevitably go against your own wishes."

Originally, he just wanted to persuade the girl behind him to stay away from Spencer, but as he spoke, he couldn't help but think of the girl who always followed him when he was a child.

He still remembered that her name was "Anle".

Yan Huan's steps paused slightly and his speech slowed down.

“Generally speaking, people who have been doing this all along have just gotten used to satisfying others and then begging them to give back in the same way.

“If someone else actually does that, then she feels great pleasure.

“It doesn’t matter even if others’ return is far less than what she has given.

"And if others don't do this, even if she feels pain, she will deceive herself and continue like this, waiting for the next charity from others."

After all, why did Yan Huan notice that girl when he was a child?

Because he was the only one who saw that she had been giving silently and expecting silently.

Just think of him as selfish. After all, in an orphanage with no one to take care of him, who wouldn't like a childhood sweetheart who always cares about you and obeys you?

But he had always known one thing deep down in his heart, so in the past he never tired of telling this truth to his silly childhood sweetheart.

Today, this sentence may work for the friendless girl behind him who regards Spencer as a lifeline.