Weird Fantasy Invasion

Sakuramiya Hitomi looked at the computer and opened the camera records one by one. The camera followed Yan Huan's records.

The table was inexplicably splashed with paint?

Who is so brave to do this?!

Sakuramiya Hitomi frowned and looked through the camera recordings over and over again, but didn't find any flaws.

She only saw the police coming in and leaving quickly at the school gate. Later, she learned from You Anlina that they seemed to be looking for a student named "Bai Yi".

supernatural event?

It's similar to the scene last Friday when a turtle was painted on the math teacher's face.

But suddenly, an inspiration came into her mind.

On Monday, when I used the room barrier to lock up the president and myself, the president seemed to suspect that something supernatural was happening.

Although the president has forgotten it now because of the memory correction after leaving the barrier, but.

Is there a possibility that the person who is responsible for the seemingly supernatural events is someone like you?

In other words, it is possible that I am not special, and it is very likely that there are other people like me who possess some kind of superpower!

Sakuramiya Hitomi's heart trembled, and she was glad that she had hidden herself and not used the barrier recklessly.

Spencer, who could break his own barrier with one kick.

This mysterious man painted on Zhou Bin's face and splashed paint on the president's desk.

Is it possible that they all have some kind of superpowers? !

And then, is it possible that they are targeting the guild master who knows nothing about it? !

Thinking of this, Sakuramiya Hitomi's breathing inevitably stagnated.

The purpose of having the barrier was just to monitor the president from every angle and to lock him and myself up to confirm our relationship. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary!

But there is no guarantee whether other people will do anything to the president!

No, I must protect the president!

At this moment, Sakuramiya Hitomi seemed to be trapped in some kind of "dark forest dilemma".

She retrieved the camera footage on her computer faster and faster, her eyes constantly moving along Yan Huan's trajectory.

On Wednesday night, outside the pub where Yan Huan worked, she suddenly stopped dragging her mouse.

She saw a number of police cars coming to the South District for the first time and parked in front of the tavern.

Yan Huan saw a girl out and handed her over to the police and a middle-aged woman.

When the girl was leaving, she kept looking at Yan Huan.

Sakuramiya Hitomi was slightly stunned, then slid the wheel to zoom the camera view closer little by little.

She bought very high-end cameras, so there was no blur even at night.

Therefore, she clearly saw who the beautiful girl who lowered her head and looked like she was in tears was.

Sakuramiya Hitomi frowned and narrowed her eyes.

Then, as if to verify her idea, she opened the drawer and took out the ticket that Youanlina gave her.

In the sunshine, she quickly scanned the invited guests on the back of the ticket.

Finally, it stopped at a name in the "VIP seat".

"Bo Yi."

Sakuramiya Hitomi murmured the name.

Everything is sorted out.

She almost subconsciously guessed that the so-called "friend" who gave the vote to the president was Bai Yi.

Sakuramiya Hitomi put down the ticket, was silent for a moment, and looked at the folder full of cameras.

Then, he tapped on the keyboard and created two new folders outside the folder.

One is called "Aria Spencer" and the other is called "Bo Yi".

After completion, drag the two folders into another folder.

This folder is called:

“Key prevention targets”

"Xiao Huan, I haven't seen you for a long time! Have you lost weight again?!"

In the spacious private room of a luxury hotel in the South District, Yan Huan, who had just entered, saw Ye Lan standing up from the main seat.

She was wearing a women's suit, looking capable and dashing, but after seeing Yan Huan, her expression turned back to the charming look she had a week ago.

Her expression is even more vivid than that of her daughter Ye Shiyu.

"Aunt Ye, we just met last week, how can it be said that we haven't seen each other for a long time?"

Yan Huan smiled helplessly, then opened his hands and looked at his body and said,

"Not only did I not lose weight, I felt like I had gained a little weight. I guess it's because of the different clothes. Last week's school uniform seemed a bit loose."

Ye Lan looked at Yan Huan and smiled. Seeing that Yan Huan was still as sunny as ever, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the main seat.

There were only three of them in the huge room.

"I originally planned to visit your house tonight, but I didn't expect your sister to take the initiative to invite you home for dinner~"

Yan Huan knew that it was Ye Shiyu who invited him, and he wanted to come too.

The main thing was seeing her phone light up.

Ye Shiyu sat down, tidied her black hair a little embarrassedly, and did not dare to look at Yan Huan.

Yan Huan sat down generously, glanced at Ye Shiyu with a smile, and then said,

"Whether it's Auntie or Sister Shiyu who invites me, I will come."

"Haha, you're so sweet."

Ye Lan covered her mouth and chuckled.

"But Aunt Ye, please don't come to see the house I live in. I don't clean it often, and it's as messy as a doghouse. I feel embarrassed about it."

"That won't do. Even boys have to pay attention to hygiene and can't be so sloppy. Otherwise, what are you going to do if you invite friends to your home?"

"Growing up, I basically had no friends in the South District."

Yan Huan smiled and was about to speak, but suddenly a petite girl with her head down followed behind her popped up in her mind.

Usually in the afternoon, she would stretch out her little hand and grab the back of her clothes, holding on to it, showing her presence to Yan Huan.

As if afraid of getting lost, it kept following behind me obediently.

But when I turned around to look at her, her face turned red and she quickly retracted her hands that were grabbing my clothes.

Then, in a soft and sticky voice, say to yourself,

"Xiao Huan, do you want to come to my house and play? Mom bought some popsicles, and she said they were so sweet. I left them in the fridge and wanted to eat them with you."

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Yan Huan was slightly stunned when he thought of this, and even paused for the words he was about to say.

"Xiao Huan?"

Ye Lan spoke in confusion, and Yan Huan's thoughts were brought back to reality.

"Sorry, Aunt Ye."

"What did you think of?"

"No, I thought of a friend I played very well with when I was a kid in the orphanage."

Ye Shiyu's eyes suddenly raised up and looked at Yan Huan in front of her with a sharp gleam.

Ye Lan covered her mouth and asked,

"Eh, childhood sweetheart? Are you still in touch?"

Yan Huan smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"She moved away from Linmen a long time ago. Maybe I'll never see her again."

Ye Shiyu lowered her head as if she was relieved, but Ye Lan held his chin with regret and sighed.

“That’s such a pity.”

"Yeah, what a shame."

Chapter 42 Superconductor Loser

"Anle, help dad go downstairs and buy a bunch of green onions, and also buy a bag of salt and soy sauce, otherwise we won't have anything to eat tomorrow."

After finishing the meal, the voice of Anle's father Anbang, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, came. Anle, who was looking at the closet in the room, quickly turned his head and responded.

"Okay, Dad~"

On her shoulder, a white snake spitting out its tongue glanced at the clothes in the closet, rolled its eyes and said,

"Look at yourself. What kind of clothes are in this closet? They're so tacky. No matter how much you choose, you'll be like a general among short people when you go to see Yan Huan next week."

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Anle looked at Little Finger embarrassedly, but didn't know what to say, so he could only whisper,

"Then use your pocket money to pick one out this weekend. I haven't bought new clothes in a long time."

"Really? Wearing that school uniform every day is so tacky."

In fact, Anle's family was not so poor that they couldn't even afford clothes, it was just that there were very few clothes that fit her.

Occasionally, there were a few pieces that she thought looked nice but she didn't dare wear them to school.

Because it is very cheap, it cannot compare to the expensive clothes with some brand name written on them that my classmates wear.

More importantly, she worried about being attacked because of her body.