CHAPTER 450: 128. A BOMB PIG COOKIE_4

Especially for Yan Huan.

Watching his retreating figure, the terror in Yan Huan’s expression just now still vivid in her mind.

Her instinctive and extremely sensitive emotion-catching ability captured all of Yan Huan’s unabashed emotions.

Besides the deep disdain and anger towards herself...

were there also some unreadable exhaustion and sadness?

"..."

Spencer, panting, watched Yan Huan get farther away, and then, in a moment of weakness, actually lifted her hand to wipe the corner of her eye.

It seemed she wanted to find someone to vent her emotions to, to share her grievances with.

But turning her head, she found herself utterly alone.

Even though she had already secured a morning of victory for Hentai Club.

So, perhaps find something random to look at, even if just to wipe away her tears?

But looking at her palm, she came to the distressing realization...

that it was still empty.

"Wuu..."

...

...

In the afternoon, during the club battle, at the competition venue of Hentai Club.

Yan Huan wore a sun-protection suit expressionlessly, holding the scorebook, seemingly having regained her usual composure.

"Now taking the field for competition are Hentai Club and Swimming Club!! Each club please send your players onto the court, the match will start in five minutes!!"

Listening to the announcement, Yan Huan narrowed her eyes, locked the phone she had been watching videos on, and looked up at the field, ready to start working.

On the sideline, two Swimming Club members picked up their rackets, pumping each other up while warming up.

On Hentai Club’s side, Spencer and Jiang Yun were also belatedly on the field.

The moment Spencer stepped onto the field, her roving gaze immediately landed on Yan Huan sitting at the sideline.

"..."

As if burned, she quickly lowered her head, retracting her gaze.

Consequently, her grip on the racket also became timid.

"..."

Yan Huan, without giving her a glance, took a deep breath, then lowered her head again, and went back to her phone.

"Tap... Tap..."

Footsteps could be heard from the side.

Yan Huan, hearing that, slightly lifted her duckbill cap, looking towards the court.

On one side of the net, Spencer was leaning on her racket, as if looking at the clouds in the sky.

But was it an illusion that she seemed closer in his direction?

"..."

Yan Huan narrowed her eyes, stayed silent for a moment, then lowered her head again and unlocked her phone.

"Tap..."

The next second, when the footsteps rang out, Yan Huan immediately looked up at Spencer.

Only to catch her in the act of turning her head away.

"..."

She then nonchalantly started chatting with Jiang Yun at the sideline as if nothing had happened, seemingly discussing tactics.

But knowing her brain, she probably couldn’t come up with any tactics, could she?

As expected, she only managed to confuse Jiang Yun after a few sentences.

"..."

Yan Huan’s tongue pushed against his cheek inside his mouth, and once again, he lowered his head.

"..."

It was quiet over there for a while, as if observing whether he would immediately look up.

Seeing that he didn’t move for some time, the footsteps finally began to sound again, little by little.

"Tap... Tap... Tap..."

Yan Huan lowered his head without looking at the phone, just gazing at the shadow on the ground, gauging how far it was from his toes.

On the ground, Spencer’s shadow seemed to change, reaching out with a hand, moving towards his duckbill cap.

When about to touch, it hastily retracted.

"..."

The shadow showed Spencer looking around again, glancing here and there, then finally, her gaze settled back on herself.

Yan Huan didn’t know what she was up to, but this waffling made him impatient.

So the next second, he abruptly lifted his head, meeting the stealthy gaze of Spencer.

"!!"

"..."

Watching Spencer’s guilt-stricken eyes hastily avoid his own, Yan Huan remained silent, simply watching her expressionlessly.

"..."

But instead, it was Spencer; her head turned towards the court, her azure blue eyes shifting towards him more and more obliquely, sizing him up to the ultimate limit with her peripheral vision.

It seemed...

full of stealthy feelings.

It was so provocative that it made one itch to steal something for satisfaction.

"..."

Anyway, Yan Huan didn’t plan to utter a word, just watching what she would do today.

Spencer waited for half a day but still couldn’t wait for Yan Huan to come looking. After all, he would usually have started talking by this time.

Even if it was impatience, even if it was jeering and saying something...

Even though he was angry at noon, shouldn’t there at least be some anger and disgust?

But he just...

Didn’t say anything.

"..."

This couldn’t help but make Spencer feel uneasy, and his head began to uncontrollably tilt toward Yan Huan’s direction.

However, just as he was about to face Yan Huan, he hurriedly turned away again, like a spring loaded with a rebound mechanism.

"..."

Yan Huan gradually lost curiosity, then raised her whistle, not even looking at her, and blew the whistle,

"The competition is about to start, all contestants please take your positions!"

"Alright, President!"

"The Swimming Club is ready!!"

Spencer was startled by the whistle and saw that Yan Huan blew the whistle without even glancing at her. She pouted her mouth and turned to look at Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun looked puzzled, gestured with her hand, and told her to hurry back.

"..."

A clear look of conflict appeared on Spencer’s face, and the next second, she suddenly closed her eyes and turned her head towards Yan Huan.

"Ah... that... uh..."

What she said was probably in the language of cows, pigs, or extraterrestrial beings; Yan Huan couldn’t understand anyway.

Seeing her face gradually turning red, it was clear she was somewhat strained.

But the next second, she suddenly reached into her pocket, took something out, and placed it on the handle of Yan Huan’s referee’s chair.

After doing all this, she turned her head without a word and ran to her own field.

"..."

Yan Huan glanced at the handle next to her and saw a piece of transparently wrapped small biscuit.

It was the kind of shaped biscuit with cartoon images, probably cream-flavored, baked to a golden brown anyway.

That cartoon image was precisely the "Angry Little Pig" with a smirking golden bomb pig.

"..."

Yan Huan withdrew her gaze somewhat speechlessly, didn’t pick up the biscuit, just announced,

"The competition officially begins! According to the coin toss result, the Swimming Club will serve first!"

The game, officially began.

But since both sides of the game can play and don’t always need the referee to watch closely, Yan Huan seemed a bit distracted.

"...President, thank you."

Until behind the referee’s chair, a boy quietly thanked her with a few buddies.

Yan Huan turned her head and glanced at the few boys, recognizing them as those who had their things snatched by Spencer in the morning.

"..."

Yan Huan paused slightly but did not respond.

Then another boy gave Yan Huan a thumbs up and said,

"It has to be the President, who actually got that Spencer to come over to apologize and return the stuff."

"Hey hey, President, we’ll treat you to a meal later."

Watching them, Yan Huan gave a slight smile and said,

"No need, it’s all right. You guys go ahead, there’s still a match here."

"Alright then, we’ll head off first, we have a match later."

"Mhm."

Yan Huan waved her hand and withdrew her gaze.

"Huff~"

Just then, the breeze at the edge of the field suddenly blew.

Little by little, the sound of the wind carried the voices of the group that was getting further away.

"Hey, Yasaka, didn’t that Spencer say she accidentally lost your girlfriend’s pendant? How did you resolve it?"

"Heh, it’s fine, didn’t she compensate me with money?"

"Oh oh..."

"Heh heh, that money was quite a lot, enough to buy many gifts my girlfriend got, who cares about that thing anymore? Just tell my girlfriend I accidentally lost it."

The boys’ voices became more and more distant as if the wind gradually stopped,

"After all, I’m already bored with this girlfriend, next time when she finds out the thing she gave me is gone, it’s a good time to break up."

"Not bad, Yasaka bro, quite the player..."

"Damn, why didn’t she lose my stuff too, could have compensated more! This rich girl has plenty of money anyway..."

"Unlucky, what else could it be because of?"

"..."

Yan Huan did not look that way, seemingly focusing intently on the fierce ball game between two teams in the field.

Only perhaps because he suddenly felt hungry, he gently reached out to take the bomb pig biscuit from the chair handle next to him.

"Rip~"

The packaging bag tore open, he pinched the thick biscuit in the palm of his hand.

At a glance, that smirking golden bomb pig was looking at him.

"..."

He smirked in silence, then threw the bomb pig biscuit into his mouth and chewed it with relish.

It was sweet.