Love Purification Agreement

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"Ohhhh! It's classmate Bai Yi!!"

"Great!"

She held the microphone, smiled, and spoke to the rhythm.

[Cute kiss, 1, 2, 3. Looking away now, so cunning~]

[It's like you're playing with my throbbing heart~]

[Even though you know it clearly, taking the initiative will lead to failure]

【However, the body does not obey.】

Bai Yi's beautiful singing voice echoed throughout the entire campus. At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the sun also set with its vibrant sunlight, which completely ignited the enthusiasm of these young students beyond studying.

"Go! Take down the book club!"

"Down with the damn Spencer!!"

"This year is the most promising year for our swimming club! Come on everyone!!"

"Your mom! Your swimming club always has the most promising year every year!!"

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Looking at the increasingly dazzling sunlight, Yan Huan put on a long-sleeved green sun-protective jacket over her original clothes on the viewing platform.

He fastened his belt, picked up the "referee supervision record book", and put on the same student union baseball cap and "student union" sleeves as Yahashiki.

During the entire club battle, other students under the Student Union were responsible for refereeing, drawing lots and other tasks, and Yan Huan was the one who led and presided over the event on site.

As for the rest of the management

You Anlina was in charge of logistics, broadcasting live events and playing music on various large screens set up in the school; Yahashiki was responsible for taking photos and providing equipment assistance; and the discipline committee led by Ashley was responsible for maintaining order.

Sakuramiya Hitomi's health is not very good, so she is usually not responsible for such outdoor activities and just serves as the general reserve team coordinator.

Any matters that require on-site coordination and dispatch will be handed over to Sakuramiya Hitomi for processing.

"Sakuramiya, I'm going to watch inside the competition venue. Can I leave this to you?"

"Yeah, of course."

Sakuramiya Hitomi looked at Yan Huan who was smiling in front of her, covered her mouth and chuckled,

"Please let me know if you have any questions, President."

Yan Huan nodded, took the notebook, cell phone and other items and walked down the viewing platform, and walked towards the headquarters of the notebook company.

After all, due to Spencer's repeated stimulation, that place is now about to become a "battlefield".

As she watched Yan Huan's back slowly disappear from her sight, Sakuramiya Hitomi's originally decent expression faded little by little, and she became a little at a loss.

She pursed her lips, thought for a second, and took out her cell phone.

Looking at Nara's plane avatar, after hesitating for a long time, he finally made a voice call.

"du~du~du~"

As expected, something happened, Nara.

Just when Sakuramiya Hitomi frowned slightly and was quite worried, the phone was connected.

"Hey, miss? Ouch. It hurts. It hurts so much."

When she heard Nara's weak voice, Sakuramiya Hitomi's heart almost tightened. Her face turned pale and she asked hurriedly,

"Nara, where are you? What happened to you? Are you injured? Do you need me to call other bodyguards to save you? Medical staff as well..."

"No, no need, Miss. Hiss."

Just as Sakuramiya Hitomi was listening to the phone and worrying about Nara's current situation, a magnetic male voice suddenly came from the phone.

"Sister, is the massage too strong? How about this, a little lighter."

Nara's originally painful voice became a little more comfortable. She took a breath and said,

"Yes, that's it. It's just above the shoulder blade. It's so sore. I need to massage it."

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On the other end of the phone, Sakuramiya Hitomi's face was completely dark.

"Nara, are you having a massage?!"

"Ah? Yeah, I didn't say I was doing anything else."

"Aren't you taking refuge? Why do I feel like you just found a random excuse to go on vacation?!"

On the other end of the phone, Nara, who was only wearing a bath towel and covered in spa essential oils, tilted his head and said to the phone,

"I'm really taking refuge, but I haven't been discovered by that enemy yet. If I were caught, you might never see me again, Miss."

Sakuramiya Hitomi opened her mouth, fell silent, and didn't ask any further questions.

Nara told me some of her past, especially the terrifying enemy she called "the red-haired demon".

If he were caught by the red-haired demon, who even Nara felt he was no match for, he would be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.

"So, what do you want from me, Miss?"

Nara's voice over there became lazy again, but Sakuramiya Hitomi's voice became a little timid.

So she told Nara about her current confusion.

Obviously, I have been brave and honest once, and the president has forgiven me and let me stay as vice president, but

Why does it feel different from before?

"so."

Nara sighed as he listened, and said to Sakuramiya Hitomi,

"Miss, people are all made of flesh and blood. What we did before is like a thorn stuck in our flesh.

"Even if it's pulled out, the gap will still be there; even if it heals later, it's likely to leave a scar."

Sakuramiya pursed her lips and said nothing, but Nara continued,

"Doing something wrong and not having to bear the consequences, how could there be such a good thing in the world? And now it seems that the situation is much better than Yan Huan hating you, right?"

"But."

"Isn't it just starting over? At least this time, it will be more real and solid than the false love before, right?"

Nara took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"What is it about him that attracts you and what is it about him that he likes? Think about it carefully, and then change and blend with each other.

"There are still three and a half years left in college. There's still so much time left. There's no need to rush."

Sakuramiya Hitomi held the phone, looked outside, and said nothing.

"Compared to this, Miss, your health is getting worse and worse. Once I get over this period of trouble, I will come back and help you recuperate."

"Okay, okay. Take care of yourself then."

"Okeke."

Sakuramiya Hitomi put down the phone and finally regained her spirits.

Standing up, she looked at the commotion outside.

“Tonic medicine!!”

"hateful!!"

That direction

Is it the direction of the publisher?

"Spencer, the last throw distance was 23 meters? Is that correct?!"

On the track and field field, the referee team was stunned after receiving the results report from the students next to them.

He pushed his glasses and looked at Spencer, who casually threw the 7.26 kg shot put 20 meters away, and he felt sick.

You have to know that the president of the Taekwondo club next door is a strongman with a height of 1.9 meters and an arm circumference that is terrifying. He tried his best to throw it 16 meters.

Is it open?!

"That's it?"

Spencer clapped his hands, and in the equally surprised gazes of several members of the book club behind him, he exhaled a breath of hot air and sneered.

The Taekwondo Club President, whose face had turned red from voting, became furious when he saw her hateful smile.

He leaned on the ground with his hands, looking listless, and muttered in disbelief,

"How... How is it possible, you bastard?"

But Spencer's expression wasn't looking good either.

The first club to come to the challenge was the Taekwondo Club, and the event they drew was shot put.

Because it is a team competition, the minimum number of 4 people in the club will be used as the number of participants, and the average score of the two clubs will be used to determine the winner.

As for the four small guys behind him, including Anle, it was good enough if they could throw a few meters, so Spencer had to fight four of them alone.

Facing four players, each scoring round required six throws, which was equivalent to Spencer throwing the 7.25 kg shot put repeatedly 24 times!

Now that she had finished throwing, she began to feel soreness in her right hand and her heartbeat began to quicken.

"President, let's go and let other clubs..."

So the next second, Spencer, who was watching the Taekwondo club members trying to pull the devastated president away, suddenly spoke up.

"Wait a minute"

"H-What?"

Spencer rubbed his right hand, looked at the president who looked up blankly, and said,

"Not only am I going to fight you four by myself, but I'll also be taking turns fighting the other clubs. Wouldn't it be a bit unfair for you to just leave like this? You should at least leave me some spoils, right?"

"you"

Spencer's blonde hair suddenly became brighter. She narrowed her eyes, looked at the black belt around the president's waist, and said,

"That belt of yours looks nice."

The president's face turned pale, and he quickly covered his belly with the belt and said loudly,

"This is my fourth-grade black belt, you can't..."

"Bring it to you!"

"Snapped!"

Spencer just pulled it lightly, and the belt that was always tied tightly by the Taekwondo Club President seemed to fall off by itself and was held in her palm.

The Taekwondo club president's soul seemed to have been sucked out by Spencer. He collapsed into the arms of a club member and was dragged away from the scene.

"Book Club, gain one point! Taekwondo Club's initial points minus one!"

The referee raised the flag and made a judgment.

Holding the precious object he had snatched, Spencer's hair began to shine with golden light.

A surge of power filled her body, sweeping away her fatigue and causing an even more evil smile to appear on the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, my expectation was right!

Fight to support the war, keep stealing other people's things, and you won't feel tired.

When I think about it this way, could it be that I have invented a perpetual motion machine? !

Spencer's blue eyes lit up slightly, flashing with wisdom.

Then, she raised her eyes and glanced at the other groups watching, and asked,

"Who else is coming? Next!"

"I come!!"

At this moment, a bald man suddenly emerged from the crowd.