Love Purification Agreement

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"Unless, Spencer, you are so strong that you can defeat every club that challenges you one after another."

As he spoke, Anle looked at Spencer with hope in his eyes.

Because she knew that Spencer was good at sports.

But this time, Spencer rarely avoided Anle's gaze and made a "tsk" sound.

He actually seemed a little timid, which surprised Anle.

"Let me tell you the truth, Anle. Everything else is easy, but I have a weakness in terms of physical strength."

Spencer folded his hands and said this to Anle.

After possessing that magical power, her strength and explosiveness attributes were greatly enhanced, even to the point that she didn't seem like a human.

But in return, her appetite and metabolic rate also increased.

She used to eat three meals a day, but now she still feels hungry after eating six meals a day and has to have snacks frequently.

Even so, after a series of exercises, she would still feel tired quickly.

Spencer is not blindly confident. On the contrary, she has an instinctive keenness in sports.

Her instinct told her without thinking:

If she keeps competing without a break, she won't be able to last much longer.

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Hearing this, Anle's face turned even paler.

She quickly put down her phone, looked at the arrangement paper sent by the Student Affairs Office, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said,

"There used to be no clubs here. Even if there were extra clubs, there would be vacancies on the side. How...why would they assign us here?"

Spencer frowned, picked up the paper, and looked down to the bottom.

It says:

"Document submitted by: Student Council Vice President, Sakuramiya Hitomi."

"Approved by the Student Affairs Office!"

Anle also came over to look at the document above and muttered,

"Vice President Sakura, why would she arrange this?"

But Spencer frowned, his face looked ugly, and he obviously guessed the answer.

"tsk"

Anle looked at her cautiously and said,

"Mr. Spencer, how about I go find Xiao Huan and ask her what's going on? Or, if your family has any solutions, Mr. Spencer?"

But the next second, Spencer stood up fiercely and said,

"no need."

"Huh? Hey, Spencer, where are you going?"

Spencer, without even turning back, waved at Anle while holding the paper, and ran towards the teaching building.

"I'm going to settle the score with that damn Sakuramiya Hitomi!!"

"Hey?"

Chapter 122 Spencer, attack her weakest point!

"Well"

In the darkness, Yan Huan only felt a slight pain in his head, as if something was stuck in his skull, stirring from time to time.

He covered his head and opened his eyes, but what he saw was a red-haired beauty who was covered with the same quilt as him.

It’s Tong Yingying.

She closed her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, her face facing Yan Huan, obviously still sleeping soundly.

Yan Huan was slightly stunned and moved slightly.

As the body pulled the bedding, it seemed as if this warm world was stirred.

As a result, the other person's body temperature in the quilt, the palm lightly touching my chest, and the knee resting on my thigh muscles all became clear to me.

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Yan Huan blinked, and her gaze couldn't help but linger for a moment on Tong Yingying's black suspenders that slipped off her shoulders.

The perspective moved down a little bit, and the next second, Yan Huan's eyes seemed to be burned, and he looked away with an unnatural expression.

I haven't had a drink since my reincarnation. I didn't know I had become such a weakling.

Although it is not a complete blackout, I always feel that my memory is intermittent and especially vague.

He quickly sat up from the bed and subconsciously picked up his phone to check the time.

"4:22"

I didn’t get enough rest the day before yesterday, and I drank some alcohol, so I’ve been sleeping since the afternoon until now.

He rubbed the back of his head and felt a little urgent, so he got out of bed carefully and walked towards the door.

There was no sound of rain outside, but the temperature was still quite low, making Yan Huan breathe in the cool air and rub his body.

"Click~"

The bedroom door was closed and the stairs outside were pitch black, so Yan Huan turned on the flashlight and walked towards the bathroom on the first floor.

I turned on the lights and took care of some personal issues.

"Yan Huan."

Just as he was standing in front of the mirror and about to wash his face with cold water, Miaojiang's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Yan Huan glanced at the door and saw the chubby Miao Jiang sitting there dignifiedly, blinking her big watery eyes and looking up at her.

"Nyan-chan, last night..."

"Tong Yingying kissed you last night, meow."

"!!??"

Yan Huan blinked and stared at Miao Jiang blankly.

He seemed to have a vague impression, but he felt something soft kissed on his forehead.

Very comfortable.

Yan Huan stretched out his finger and touched his forehead, and Miao Jiang in front of him nodded.

As a result, Yan Huan sighed and moved his fingers downwards.

When pointing to the lips, Miao Jiang nodded quickly, shocking Yan Huan again.

“No.”

"Just as you thought, meow. Tong Yingying is an old cow eating young grass. She not only kissed your head, but also your mouth."

Miaojiang licked her own paw pad and said,

"But it's understandable, meow. I tried to comfort you for a long time, but you kept muttering Ying Gong's name in your dream, which made Tong Yingying very angry."

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When Sakuramiya Hitomi was mentioned, Yan Huan's expression froze slightly again.

But Miao Jiang did not dwell on this topic, instead she jogged all the way, leaped lightly against gravity, and landed on his shoulders.

"Compared to this, I got some very important information while you were asleep, nya."

"What information?"

Miao Jiang looked at him and said,

"Yan Huan, do you remember that we picked up a large piece of modifier fragment in the tavern?"

".The snake scale?"

"Yes, meow. I know where that fragment came from."

Miaojiang glanced at the direction where Tong Yingying was sleeping, and then said,

"That intelligent modifier actually took the form of a white snake. It originally chose Tong Yingying as its host, but was rejected by her.

"The only way to deal with the modifier is for the host to willingly give up the modifier. Although they weren't fully bound at the time, it still dealt a heavy blow to the modifier, meow!"

Miao Jiang repeated the information he had heard before to Yan Huan, and Yan Huan was a little bit unbelievable after hearing it.

"Sister Tong? The host of the modifier? Is that true?"

"Really meow!"

Miao Jiang nodded and looked at Yan Huan.

"My previous guess was correct. Tong Yingying is a sadist. She really enjoys making you suffer. You don't know that when she kissed you last night..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Yan Huan's face darkened and he quickly stopped Miao Jiang's vivid description.

But after Miaojiang said this, he also remembered the time when he was working out before, when Tong Yingying was holding a whip behind him to "whip" him.

At that time, there was a hint of excitement in Tong Yingying's eyes.

"But even if you say so, I don't think Sister Tong's problem is serious."

Speaking of this, Yan Huan felt a little guilty or traumatized.

The guilty conscience has increased his threshold of self-awareness, so his acceptance of these things has increased.

The stress trauma is based on the question of whether Tong Yingying might also pretend to be too good like Sakuramiya Hitomi.

“It’s really not serious, meow. Or even if it is serious, it will not affect other people.

"Although Tong Yingying has that habit, she showed some restraint last night."

But Miao-chan on his shoulder seemed to see through his thoughts and suddenly said,

“By analogy, Yan Huan, I think the hosts of the other modifiers should be like this as well.

"Including Sakuramiya Hitomi."

Yan Huan hesitated for a second, then frowned and asked,

"Are you trying to tell me that the modifier is to blame for Sakuramiya's current situation, and then use this to persuade me to focus on dealing with the modifier?

"But don't forget, we've all seen the diary. She's been spying on me since last November."

Hearing this, Miao Jiang shook his head and said,

"Yan Huan, I'm just reminding you that your enemy has always been the modifiers, not the hosts."

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Yan Huan's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Miao Jiang.

"Hosts are susceptible to the bewitching influence of modifiers due to their own flaws and desires. The process of resolving modifiers is to eliminate this influence on the host and guide them back on the right path.

"This process is like tug-of-war. You stand on one side and the modifier stands on the other. The object you are really wrestling with is the modifier standing on the opposite side, not the rope in your hand."

Miaojiang tilted her head, rubbed Yan Huan's face with her head, and then said,

"Of course, Yan Huan, I'm entrusting you to win the tug-of-war, but my own efforts are limited. I have no right to comment on your posture and method of tug-of-war.

"I just want you to know that it's better for you and for them to be able to move [them towards normalcy].

"After all, if you treat the rope as part of your enemy and squeeze it hard, your own hands will become a bloody mess."

Yan Huan looked at Miao Jiang, a thought flashing in his eyes.

A second later, the corners of his mouth, which had not been raised all day yesterday, curled up slightly again.

Immediately, he looked at Miao Jiang and asked with a sudden smile,