CHAPTER 458: 131. REMEMBER TO PUT YOUR PHONE ON SILENT WHEN DISCUSSING SERIOUS MATTERS.

After Owen addressed Yan Huan directly by name, Ye Shiyu slightly squinted her eyes.

She realized that almost everyone else would address Xiao Huan with "President," but only Owen called her directly by her name.

Such subtle nuances in address, actions, and expressions are actually subjective signals released by people:

Signals of rejection.

"Yumiko, does Xiao Huan not get along with your boyfriend?"

Ye Shiyu had just started speaking when Yumiko awkwardly smiled and responded,

"It’s not exactly a matter of not getting along... If I had to give a reason, it might be related to last semester’s student council elections."

"... Owen ran in this student council election too?"

"Yes, but he lost to President Yan."

Yumiko touched her chin with her index finger, guessing,

"The student council election at Yuan Yue takes place at the start of the academic year, so theoretically, freshmen could also run. However, traditionally no freshmen were elected; it has always been the seniors from the Inner Court.

"It’s probably because of this, some seniors from the Inner Court felt uncomfortable, especially since President Yan’s nominated management team was almost entirely from the outer court.

"Luckily, Sakuragi Hitomi was chosen as Vice President afterward, otherwise..."

Ye Shiyu didn’t finish listening to Yumiko but had already picked out the unnecessary parts from her words like picking bones from a fish.

She only caught one thing:

This person has issues with Xiao Huan.

Having issues with Xiao Huan means having issues with me, and if you have issues with me, don’t blame me for firmly controlling you.

Thinking so, her gaze towards Owen below shifted once again, to something less human.

...

...

"Phew~"

At this moment, dark clouds began to gather over Lin Gate, dyeing the air with a thick dampness.

For some reason, Owen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

But the next second, a warmth surged in his heart, making him puzzledly touch the back of his head.

He glanced at the clouded sky above and thought to himself:

It looks like it’s going to rain.

The rainy season in Lin Gate had arrived; rain was a common occurrence.

Little Thumb on An Le’s shoulder flicked its forked tongue, eying the warm halo bursting around Owen, obviously feeling a bit greedy.

But looking at An Le next to it, it sighed speechlessly.

"President."

A judge from the student council walked over, and Yan Huan glanced at the time on his stopwatch, internally grumbling,

"10.02... even Usain Bolt’s world record was 9.58, and Owen is just a high school student, is he even human?"

Miao, perched on her shoulder, quietly appeared, glanced at Yan Huan, and spoke,

"This is because he carries a certain amount of Fate with him, Meow. Fate manifests in forms like this, as talent beyond ordinary people."

"Didn’t you mention that before?"

Miao nodded, saying,

"Yes, I said that the hosts chosen by the modifier are all girls with Fate; moreover, targeting those with Fate yields more desire fodder for them."

"...This is too mystical, isn’t it?"

"This is merely a term for you to understand better; essentially, it’s an intangible entity that combines [luck], [talent], and [character]."

Miao’s tail swished and released a golden illusive glow in front of Yan Huan,

"Didn’t you notice, even without the modifier, these hosts are exceptionally standout.

"Think about yourself, not only did you die and come back to life, you’re also bestowed with perfect appearance, immense wisdom, and endless energy... all these are manifestations of strong Fate."

Thinking over it, it really seemed like what Miao said.

Even without the modifier and family background, Ye Shiyu could match Ye Wen, knowing a little bit of everything.

Spencer also had great sports talent and was very sensitive to emotions.

Even Bai Yi could create two songs in a very short time...

These, all are manifestations of strong Fate.

But Yan Huan suddenly thought of something and asked,

"According to you, shouldn’t An Le also have Fate? Why does it seem that An Le doesn’t have anything remarkable?"

"...Hmm, it’s probably related to the modifier being forced to change hosts, Meow?"

Miao blinked, looking at Yan Huan and said,

"That Tong Yingying carried a huge amount of Fate, even more so than Owen here."

"..."

Sister Tong?

The alcoholic?

Really?

Yan Huan was somewhat skeptical but didn’t think much about it, just returning her gaze to the current Owen.

Glancing at the huffing Spencer nearby, she felt that she probably keenly sensed Owen’s negative emotions toward her and instantly reacted.

Thinking for a second, he turned to Owen and said,

"President Owen, you know you are deceiving Spencer, right? Private betting outside the society war rules is not allowed."

Owen looked at Yan Huan, nodded, and said with a smile,

"I know...Well, I never intended to take their scores anyway."

An Le behind Spencer briefly paused, puzzled,

"Then why did you..."

Owen just walked up to Spencer, chuckled,

"I just simply don’t like you, Spencer."

"Tsk!!"

Sensing the contempt and mockery wrapped in that sunny smile, a vein throbbed on Spencer’s forehead, and it seemed like any moment An Le wouldn’t be able to hold her back.

But the next second, as Owen was about to pass by Yan Huan, she lightly placed her hand on Owen’s shoulder.

Owen slightly jolted, unexpectedly unable to pull away, and with a look of surprise glanced at Yan Huan all wrapped in sun-protective clothing.