Weird Fantasy Invasion

"All the stories there are made up! They are just comics! Especially the one you read. Pure. Pure ballet."

Anle was about to cry, so she simply covered her face in despair so that she could say the rest of the words in one breath.

"Anyway! The story inside, whether it's the reaction of the heroine, the size of the hero and the duration, it's all lies!! Do you take the tonic seriously?!"

Spencer opened his mouth, slightly startled, but retorted indignantly,

"You are lying! How can it be a lie? It's obviously true!"

"It's not real! Just like Santa Claus, it's fictional! It doesn't exist in reality!"

"What did you say?! Santa Claus is fake?"

Spencer opened her mouth wide, even more shocked than when she heard Anle refute that her pure ballet was fake.

Anle raised his head and looked at Spencer's reaction. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

The little finger on the shoulder showed a sympathetic expression.

"I don't know if I'll have the chance to meet Spencer's parents. If you can, you should persuade them to get another one if you have the chance. I'm afraid this account has been used up."

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Anle pursed her lips, but her kind nature prevented her from showing the same sympathetic expression as Little Finger.

Spencer folded his hands angrily, obviously not believing Anle's nonsense.

"Don't worry about whether Santa Claus is real or fake, just talk about the pure ballet. You say the things in it are fake, but they are obviously real!"

"How can it be true?!"

Looking at Anle's face full of doubt, Spencer, with his hands folded, opened his mouth, then seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face became slightly red.

She raised her head, and her blue eyes began to flicker.

"The size and stuff you mentioned is obviously real and I know it, so you don't have to lie to me!"

Little Finger looked at Anle with dead eyes and complained,

"What on earth is this idiot using as a reference?"

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Anle no longer wanted to debate this with Spencer. She now covered her head in doubt.

He raised his cell phone like a white flag, surrendering.

".That's it. Don't say anything more, Spencer-san."

"Hehe, you still want to deceive me?"

"woo"

Anle really wanted to die, but she also felt that it would be too unfair if she died because of something like this.

She looked at Spencer, who was standing tall and full of energy, with a sad face, and said,

"But even so, if we submit this as the club's theme to the student union, Xiao Huan will not approve it, so."

She lowered her head again, and it seemed like she had been there for a while.

"Let's change the subject, Spencer."

Hearing Anle say this, Spencer thought of Yan Huan, the guy who said one thing and did another but acted upright.

Sooner or later, she will want that guy

Spencer made an unhappy "tsk" sound, ruffled his long golden hair and stood up.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Let me think about what the theme of the club should be. You can call them out first and get everyone together first."

"Um"

Anle breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at his phone, and then his eyes lit up slightly.

"Ah, Senior Sister Jiang Yun has replied to my message and agreed to come out and meet us. We are still one person short, and we can set up a club! Oh, no, we also need a mentor, and then the school committee will approve it."

"Hehe, don't worry, leave it to me. I've asked the AI ​​butler to do it!"

"AI butler? What is that? Is there a butler who is not a real person?"

Spencer glanced at Anle, and his originally sunny expression became a little dim.

But the gloom only lasted for a moment, and then she patted her chest again, and became bright and shining again.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I don't know how to explain it. Anyway, it's very powerful. Come on, make an appointment with the people, and I'll treat you to food!"

"Oh, let's go. No, we still have classes in the afternoon, Spencer."

"Isn't it okay to just lift it up?"

“No way!!”

"buzz"

On the commercial street, Yan Huan's originally confused eyes gradually focused and finally became as lively as usual.

In my mind, the memory of what just happened receded like the tide, but was once again pulled back by resistance and retained in my mind.

Therefore, the new influx of revised memories seems so abrupt.

Yan Huan blinked, felt the corrected memory, and touched his shoulder that had just been bitten by Ye Shiyu.

There was a faint red mark on the skin through the clothes.

When he felt a little bit of moisture coming from above, Yan Huan quickly withdrew his hand and muttered to Miao Jiang in his mind,

"Although each modifier seems to have memory correction, the effects are not the same."

Miaojiang appeared silently on his shoulder, glanced back at Ye Shiyu who walked out of the alley with an expressionless face behind him, and replied,

"It's like this, meow. Just now, Anle touched you. If you don't resist, you will assume that the pleasure you feel is because of your affection for her, and even the pain from muscle exercise can be ignored." "Yes. Modification. Make unreasonable things reasonable. If there is no third party who is not affected by the modifier, the two parties alone will definitely not be able to break the situation. It is terrifying when used on any ordinary person."

Miao Jiang didn't explain any more because Ye Shiyu had already walked over behind her.

Yan Huan instantly put on a mask of perfect expression management. He turned around to look at Ye Shiyu, glanced at his phone, and smiled.

"It's already this late, Sister Shiyu. I have something to do at the student union at noon. I was so engrossed in shopping with you that I'm late. I have to go back to the office now. Sister Shiyu, you..."

Since the hypnosis ended, Ye Shiyu seemed like a different person.

Even though the expression was a little abnormal, it was at least "lifelike".

Unlike now, with an expressionless face, she looks like a walking beautiful girl doll.

Hearing this, she nodded and said,

"Let me take you home, Xiao Huan. It's a good opportunity for me to go back to class and take a rest."

"it is good."

Seeing the normal expression on Yan Huan's face, which showed no sign of realizing what had just happened, her heartbeat and breathing quickened a little.

Just like a murderer leisurely wandering around the crime scene without being discovered.

But when this exciting thought came to mind, what followed was a wave of strong guilt.

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There is actually quite a distance from the commercial street to the inside of the school and then to the teaching building, but maybe because she was walking side by side with Xiao Huan, Ye Shiyu always felt that time was short.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and they reached the upper floor, and it was time to say goodbye.

".Sister Shiyu, I'm going home now. See you in the elective class this afternoon."

"Yeah, see you later."

Yan Huan smiled slightly, turned around and went up the stairs, while Ye Shiyu behind him was still waving goodbye with an expressionless face.

Not until the handsome young man's back completely disappeared did Ye Shiyu slowly put down her right hand and opened her mouth with a sense of loss.

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After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards the second grade.

But as she walked, Ye Shiyu pursed her lips and her pace gradually slowed down.

She was silent, raised her white hand, and gently placed it on the collarbone on her shoulder.

It was as if there was something under that collar that made her concerned.

"what"

Her face turned slightly red, and she covered that place with her hands. It seemed that her body had gone limp and she was unable to stand, so she held on to the wall next to her.

As her black hair fell, she opened her mouth, recalling the feeling of Xiao Huan's breath hitting her mouth.

"It's almost there, almost there, the mark is there."

She pursed her lips, her deep eyes revealing dissatisfaction.

From it, a purple vortex of desire opened wide and summarized the reasons to her.

"The hypnosis time is still too short."

Ye Shiyu supported herself against the cold wall, stood up little by little, and then walked towards the second grade department.

In my hand, the screen of the mobile phone seemed to absorb food and became brighter and brighter.

"Click."

Yan Huan pushed open the door of the student union and looked up, only the petite figure of Sakuramiya Hitomi cleaning with a broom.

She cleaned the dust in the corners meticulously, as if she were running the household she lived in.

When she heard the door behind her open, she was startled and turned around.

When she saw Yan Huan, her stunned expression turned into a beautiful smile.

She lifted up the pink hair hanging down from her temples and said to Yan Huan,

"You're back, President."

Although he thought he was a little embarrassed, it was undeniable that in Yan Huan's mind, he had the feeling of a wife welcoming her husband home.

The fatigue from the previous entanglement with Ye Shiyu's modifier was somewhat swept away. He looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi in the room and always felt that she was particularly beautiful and cute today.

"What's wrong, President? Is there something strange on my body?"