Free Web NovelChapter 1533: Chapter 453: "0.05"_3
"Sakuragi Hitomi, you!"
Behind her, Sakuragi Hitomi’s face was slightly red as she turned her head, with an expression of "I don’t know, don’t ask me."
At the same time, she quickly retorted in a flat tone,
"It’s interesting, President, when I just entered the office, I saw this student sitting brazenly on the sofa holding that thing...
"Oh dear, it seems this new transfer student doesn’t understand our school rules prohibit bringing items like this onto campus...
"It’s quite shocking, no... it’s more of a lack of common knowledge..."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yi was flustered and immediately puffed up like a pink pufferfish,
"You, you, you!"
She pointed at Sakuragi Hitomi, then turned to Yan Huan behind her, pitifully pointing at herself.
But after muttering for a while, she was so angry, so aggrieved, she couldn’t say a word, only gesturing wildly to Yan Huan to express her meaning:
She said, those are my lines!!
Sakuragi Hitomi, that bastard, usually acts all prim and proper like a lady, but actually hides her flamboyance.
Yet no one but myself knows she’s like this!
What if Yan Huan misunderstood, thinking the flamboyant one is me...
Misunderstood that I, fully aware and indulged, eagerly bring such things for a new "session" after just having one...
"Ugh..."
"..."
Looking at Bai Yi turning more and more into a cute pufferfish, Yan Huan glanced at the thing in her hand, without misunderstanding, suddenly asked,
"This thing... is it An Le’s? Where did you pick it up?"
"Ha?!"
"??"
Upon hearing Yan Huan’s words, Sakuragi Hitomi instantly widened her eyes in shock and turned to look at Yan Huan.
How could the President judge it was An Le’s thing just by the model?
Unless An Le has used it as if it were her special weapon?
"..."
And originally aggrieved, Bai Yi sensed Sakuragi Hitomi’s shock and realized the item’s true origin.
However, unlike Sakuragi Hitomi, she didn’t think deeply, only felt grateful for clearing her suspicion,
"Ha! It turns out this thing is An Le’s... whew..."
"..."
Yan Huan walked over and looked at the "0.05" in Bai Yi’s hand, the "three pieces pack" above seemed more like a small joke by An Le.
Holding the item, Yan Huan raised his eyebrows.
Looking at the two sitting girls before her, Yan Huan seemed to realize something, looked at Bai Yi and asked Sakuragi Hitomi,
"Hitomi, have you remembered?"
"Eh? Yeah..."
"..."
Initially, Yan Huan thought they appeared here because of the modifier issue, as Bai Yi had mentioned trying to help them gradually regain memory early this morning.
But seeing them both tongue-tied, Yan Huan’s heart gradually harbored an ominous premonition.
"President, tonight..."
"Yan Huan, later..."
Sakuragi Hitomi remembered An Le’s words just now, intending to invite him.
And Bai Yi was also panicking, covering her small belly worried about an accident, hence wanted to ask Yan Huan many questions.
In short, they simultaneously voiced the same words,
"Do you... have time?"
"..."
Once the words came out, the two girls exchanged glances.
Still angry due to Sakuragi Hitomi’s earlier frame-up, Bai Yi puffed her cheeks.
While Sakuragi Hitomi didn’t even look at her, only looked towards Yan Huan.
"..."
In front of them, Yan Huan, who recently dodged the student council election chaotic scene trap with a ploy, smiled faintly, but beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.
Since he also couldn’t help but recall how he barely spent time accompanying Sakuragi this summer.
Sure, An Le and Aria as well.
But with Aria, it’s understandable, her mom always surveils her, even the slightest move results in warnings.
An Le only needs last night to make amends...
But Hitomi alone...
Evidently, without Aria’s restrictions, and not having the bodily urges like An Le.
Even so, she still silently supported solving the modifier till now.
But on the other hand, is the more recent intimate connection with Bai Yi, still clingy...
And judging by her expression, she genuinely has something important to tell him.
This implies, tonight might be...
"..."
After a fierce internal struggle, Yan Huan took a deep breath, raised his eyelids with a forced smile,
"Sure... hmm, perhaps tonight we can..."
"Yan Huan!!"
"President..."
As soon as he spoke, the box of "0.05" flew towards Yan Huan’s face.
