Love Purification Agreement

Just now she could break through her restraints at any time, and she was really harder to control than a cow.

Just wait for me, after I have trained for a while, I will definitely teach you how powerful I am.

At this moment, Yan Huan's desire to go to the gym to exercise reached its peak.

Faced with the idiot's ridicule, Yan Huanli didn't bother to pay attention to her and just turned and left.

Watching him leave, Spencer finally gasped, trying to calm the tense heartbeat in his chest.

"thump."

It's exactly like in the comics.

Do boys really do that?

good.

so amazing.

Spencer swallowed and followed Yan Huan's footsteps, heading towards room L502.

Watching him slowly look at himself from the cubicle, his eyes shrinking and turning into an expressionless face, Spencer curled his lips.

What a hypocrite.

On the surface, he looks like a decent person, but in fact, he is still being controlled by himself.

"Trash~"

Spencer curled his lips and muttered quietly.

In classroom L502, Ye Shiyu was thinking about what Sakuramiya Hitomi had just said to her.

"If Spencer doesn't join the track club and win the club competition, she'll definitely be expelled.

"Although Principal Hermes accepted money from the Golden Lion Group and wanted to pave the way for her, changing the rules is just an underhanded move that's not acceptable and easy to deal with.

"Most importantly, he specifically talked to Owen, the president of the track and field club, and squeezed out a few spots for her.

"But as far as I know, President Owen didn't say that this spot must be given to Spencer.

"Senior Ye, do you understand what I mean?"

Ye Shiyu, sitting in her seat, looked thoughtful. She turned around and looked at the classmates around her who had already started talking.

Many students who return to their hometowns either have good relationships with others or their families know each other.

So even if Sakuramiya Hitomi, Yan Huan and others didn't come, they could still join the corresponding clubs quickly.

Only those who were enrolled from outside and were isolated and marginalized sat at the edge of the classroom, feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey, isn't this Zuochuan-kun? Oh, I forgot, you're also going back to the Home Department."

Ye Shiyu looked over and saw that several girls seemed to see a fat and gloomy boy sitting on the edge, and asked this.

"Oh yes, that me."

The boy seemed frightened when he saw these girls.

"Would you like to join our club?"

"Hey?"

The boy, who was originally nervous, showed a look of surprise on his face when he heard the girls speak like this.

He showed obvious intention, his eyes lit up, and said,

"Can I?"

"puff!"

"Of course not. Sakawa-kun, joining our club requires expensive dance costumes~"

"Yeah, Zuo Chuan-kun has been delaying the class fees for a long time. And the club is full of girls, and Zuo Chuan-kun is still thinking about this kind of thing. Disgusting~"

Those girls found it funny that the boy named Zuo Chuan had such a crazy idea. His tone was so bright, but his words sounded so sarcastic.

"Why...why is this happening?"

"."

Ye Shiyu didn't look over there again, because the door suddenly opened, revealing Sakuramiya Hitomi outside.

The two looked at each other, and then Sakuramiya Hitomi smiled.

"Everyone, please take your seats. We're about to start recruiting new members for the club. We'll try to finish it before class starts."

"Good~"

Ye Shiyu once again looked in the direction of the fat boy. At this moment, the girls had already walked away, leaving him with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

This situation is not a common phenomenon, but there are always a few in the entire school.

"Click~"

Not long after the club's recruitment activity began, the door opened again, revealing Yan Huanlai outside.

"President!"

"President~"

The students next to them, regardless of their grade, greeted each other.

Besides that, there were also whispers, girls talking and sharing with each other with laughter.

Obviously, the theme is the handsome young man with a smile at the door.

Ye Shiyu crossed her fingers unhappily, just trying to suppress this feeling.

After Yan Huan sat down in the "Student Union" seat, the blonde girl with her hands in her pockets appeared behind him but her expression was not so good.

"That's her?"

"Yes, did you listen to Shuwen just now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Relying on your family's wealth, you actually resorted to violence."

"I didn't do anything outrageous. It's so strange."

The disgust was like a wave, and Yan Huan also noticed it.

But Spencer seemed to be used to it and walked in with a swagger.

He first glanced at Yan Huan meaningfully, then found Anle sitting in the last row of seats.

Sitting next to Anle, she looked over with concern.

"Spencer, what club are you going to join?"

"Me? I think I'm in some track and field club?"

AI relayed the conversation between my mother and Principal Hermes, and it seems that this is the arrangement.

Spencer didn't take it seriously, so he doesn't remember it clearly.

But looking at Anle beside her, she thought of something else.

Just now, she and Yan Huan reached the "fifth agreement".

If I really succeed in turning Yan Huan into that appearance and taking her away from Sakuramiya Hitomi, I will always feel a little sorry for Anle.

She likes Yan Huan the most, although she doesn't know why she likes her.

Well, but when I think about it carefully, I plan to give Yan Huan to An Le in the end anyway.

Anle had absolutely no chance of winning against Sakuramiya Hitomi, and there was no possibility for him to get Yan Huan.

I can help her get Yan Huan in the end, so it doesn't matter if I break something or just possess her for a short time, right?

It's better than getting nothing.

Thinking of this, Spencer completely let go of his psychological burden. Instead, he looked at the handsome young man with a smile and suddenly smiled evilly.

"Hey, Anle, I'll help you get Yan Huan, what do you think?"

"Eh? Help me?"

Anle blushed upon hearing this, and she waved her hands subconsciously wanting to refuse.

But Spencer turned around, looked at her face, and said,

"You, this fellow, though not as good-looking as me, are still passable. You are too weak in character to have acquired his ability at all.

"The most important thing is that your family background is also average. This school is full of rich people. He is so popular. If he wants to fall in love, those girls should not be stingy.

"Giving him anything at all is equivalent to your annual pocket money."

Anle's originally red face turned pale little by little after hearing this. She pursed her lips and didn't know what to say for a moment.

This was what she felt before she met Yan Huan.

There are so many people in this school who are better and richer than me. Even if I recognize them, I will not be able to compete with them.

I have always known the feelings I have for Xiao Huan.

Rather than just being able to change from “childhood sweethearts” to “friends” later, it is better to indulge in the dreams of the past.

That's why she kept procrastinating and didn't even have the courage to take this step.

"Oh my god! Don't let her shake the morale of the army! This girl has evil intentions! She deserves death!!"

The little finger on my shoulder almost turned red when I heard what Spencer said.

Our Anle finally crawled out from underground, and now you're going to push him back down again with just a few words?!

If you summon that coward Anle back from before, do you believe I'll fight you?!

But before Little Finger could say anything, Spencer pointed at himself with his thumb and said to Anle with a smile,

"But I have money. I can help you. Money matters are just a small matter."

"Eh?"

Anle and Little Finger were both stunned, and looked up at Spencer in disbelief.

"But, Spencer, why are you so nice to me? You've always been helping me."

reason?

Spencer looked at Anle, who was looking down at him with nothing. Just as he was about to say something, Sakuramiya Hitomi on the stage smiled and said,

"Based on the interests you filled out at the beginning of the semester, the Student Union will email the clubs recommended for you and the students in charge of recruiting for the corresponding clubs.

"But after all, the club war is imminent, and each club has its own unique circumstances, so we have also received feedback from some clubs."

Sakuramiya Hitomi glanced at the form and said,

"First-year D class, Tatsuya Sakawa, the Computer Club has rejected your application, so you will need to find another club to join among the clubs that are here today."

Below, the fat boy showed a panic expression and looked around helplessly.

But he happened to see the smiling faces of the girls from the dance club, and he quickly turned his head.

"Class 2-B, Nino-san, the anime club has rejected your application. Like Sakawa-san, you'll need to find another club."

Below, a tall, thin white boy with braces pursed his lips.

"Jiang Yun, Class 2, C. The dance club has also rejected your application."

Below, a girl with some pimples on her face and wearing black round-frame glasses frowned.

She looked at the girl behind her who was smiling mockingly and clenched her fists.

Spencer, who was sitting in the last row, watched as every time a name was called, some of the people around him would show some meaningful expressions.

She squinted her eyes at those people hugging each other and sniggering, and suddenly said,

"Because, these people who have everything are the most annoying, aren't they?"

"Mr. Spencer, what are you referring to?"

Spencer didn't answer, she just looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi who was smiling on the stage.

She seemed to have some kind of premonition from the looks given to her by Sakuramiya Hitomi, Park Seo-moon in front of her with gauze wrapped around her face, and some of the classmates around her.

"There are two last things. First, since a few new transfer students haven't indicated their interests, I can't recommend them to join any clubs."

Ye Shiyu raised her head and looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi and Yan Huan.