God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 128 - 40. The owner of the super high school level d

Only Sakuragi Hitomi, who was behind the cellphone, suddenly sat up straight in the student council office.

She blinked and quickly opened her laptop, searching for the prices of the Lin Gate Ga Exhibition tickets.

Scalpers had inflated the bundled tickets to over two thousand, and now even such tickets were gone.

Thinking carefully, it was Yahashiki who gave the President the ticket in the office this Wednesday, and her Room Barrier recorded it very clearly.

At that ti, the President accepted it, which ans he didn’t have this ticket at that ti.

So, he got this new ticket in the past two days.

Was it given by Ye Shiyu’s sister?

No...

The President would take the subway, and if Ye Shiyu went, she would definitely take a car with him.

Does that an soone else gave the President the ticket?

But who could it be?

She knew every move of the President like the back of her hand.

Every day when he leaves ho, cos to school, enters the classroom, enters the student council office, goes to work, she knew it all!

When did the President make a friend who could give him this kind of ticket?

Sakuragi Hitomi looked at the computer and opened the cara recordings one by one, following the records related to Yan Huan.

The desk mysteriously splashed with paint?

Who did it, and how bold?!

Sakuragi Hitomi frowned, flipping through the cara recordings, but not finding any flaws.

She only saw the footage of police entering and leaving the school gate quickly, and later she learned from Yuanlina that they seed to have co looking for a student nad "Bai Yi."

Supernatural event?

It was strangely similar to what happened last Friday when the math teacher’s face was drawn with a tortoise.

But suddenly, an idea popped into her mind.

On Monday, when she used the Room Barrier to lock herself and the President inside, he also seed to suspect it was a supernatural event.

Although now the President has forgotten due to the mory correction after leaving the Barrier, but...

Is it possible that the initiator of the so-called supernatural events is soone like herself?

In other words, it’s very possible that she is not unique, that there might be others like her with so sort of superpower!

Sakuragi Hitomi’s heart chilled, feeling fortunate for hiding her power and not recklessly using the Barrier.

That Spencer who could shatter her Barrier with one kick...

This mysterious person who draws on Zhou Bin’s face and splashes paint on the President’s desk...

Could they, too, possess so kind of superpower?!

And then, might they be targeting the President, who knows nothing?!

At this thought, Sakuragi Hitomi’s breath inevitably hitched.

She had the Barrier not to do anything untoward, but rely to monitor the President from every angle and confirm her feelings by locking themselves up.

But whether others would do sothing to the President, she couldn’t guarantee!

No, she must protect the President!

At that mont, Sakuragi Hitomi seed to be caught in a kind of "dark forest dilemma."

Her actions of pulling up cara records on her computer beca increasingly swift, her gaze flowing incessantly through Yan Huan’s movents.

On Wednesday night, outside the bar where Yan Huan worked, she suddenly stopped dragging the mouse.

She saw an unusual number of police cars arriving in the South District, stopping in front of the bar.

And Yan Huan escorted a girl out, handing her over to the police and a middle-aged woman.

As the girl was leaving, she kept looking back at Yan Huan.

Sakuragi Hitomi blinked slightly, then scrolled the mouse wheel, zooming the cara image bit by bit.

Having bought high-quality caras, there was no blur even at night.

Thus, she clearly saw who that pretty girl was, her head lowered, seemingly with tears in her eyes...

Sakuragi Hitomi knitted her brows and narrowed her eyes.

Then, as if to verify her thought, she opened her drawer, took out the ticket given to her by Yuanlina.

Under the sunlight, her gaze quickly swept across the nas of the guests invited on the back of the ticket...

Finally, it settled on a certain na in the "VIP section."

"Bai Yi..."

Sakuragi Hitomi murmured the na.

Everything beca clear...

Almost subconsciously, she guessed that the so-called "friend" who gave the President the ticket was Bai Yi.

Sakuragi Hitomi put the ticket down, fell silent for a mont, and looked at the folder full of caras.

Then, with light taps on the keyboard, she created two new folders outside the existing one.

One was nad "Aria Spencer," the other "Bai Yi."

After finishing, she dragged these two folders into another folder.

This folder was called:

"Key Surveillance Targets"

...

...

"Xiao Huan, I haven’t seen you in such a long ti! Have you lost weight again?!"

In a spacious private room of a luxurious hotel in the South District, Yan Huan had just arrived to be greeted by Ye Lan rising from the main seat.

Dressed in a ladies’ suit, Ye Lan looked both smart and dashing, though her expression softened into the sa touching look from a week ago upon seeing Yan Huan.

More animated than the expression of her daughter, Ye Shiyu.

"Aunt Ye, we just t last week, it wasn’t ’such a long ti’ at all?"

Yan Huan smiled helplessly, and then looked at her own body, saying,

"Besides, I haven’t lost weight, I feel like I’ve actually gained a bit. It’s probably because the clothes are different; last week’s school uniform seed looser."

Ye Lan was assessing Yan Huan as she smiled. Seeing Yan Huan still had that sunny disposition, she exhaled with relief and sat back in the main seat.

In the grand room, there were only the three of them.

"I was actually planning to visit the place you live tonight. I didn’t expect your sister to take the initiative to invite you ho for dinner~"

Yan Huan knew it was Ye Shiyu who had invited him, and he had planned to co...

Mainly because he saw her phone light up.

Ye Shiyu sat down, sowhat embarrassed as she fixed her black hair, not daring to look at Yan Huan.

Yan Huan sat down generously, smiled and glanced at Ye Shiyu, then said,

"Whether it’s Auntie or Sister Shiyu who invites , I would co."

"Hehe, such sweet talk."

Ye Lan chuckled behind her hand.

"But, Aunt Ye really shouldn’t co to see the place I’m staying at. I haven’t cleaned much, it’s as ssy as a dog’s den and kind of embarrassing."

"That won’t do, even boys should pay attention to cleanliness. You can’t be sloppy like that. Otherwise, Xiao Huan, what would you do if you wanted to invite friends over to your place?"

"I haven’t really had friends in the South District since I was a kid..."

Yan Huan was about to speak with a smile when suddenly the image of a petite girl, head lowered and following behind him, crossed his mind.

It was usually in the afternoon; she would reach out with her little hand, grabbing the hem of his shirt, holding onto it tightly, showing her presence to Yan Huan.

As if afraid of getting lost, she would obediently follow behind him.

And when he turned his head to look at her, she would blush and hurriedly withdraw her hand that was clutching his shirt.

Then, with her soft, tender voice, she would say to him,

"Xiao Huan, do you want to co to my house to play? Mom bought popsicles, she said they’re really sweet. I’ve saved them in the freezer, thinking of eating them with you."

"..."

Thinking of this, Yan Huan was montarily stunned, his words getting caught in his throat.

"Xiao Huan?"

Ye Lan asked puzzled, and Yan Huan’s thoughts were brought back to reality.

"Sorry, Aunt Ye."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just rembered a friend from the orphanage who I used to play with a lot."

Ye Shiyu’s gaze suddenly sharpened as she looked at Yan Huan before her.

Ye Lan covered her mouth and inquired,

"Eh? A childhood sweetheart? Are you still in touch?"

Yan Huan smiled helplessly and shook his head,

"She moved away from Lin Gate a long ti ago, maybe we’ll never et again."

Ye Shiyu lowered her head as if relieved, while Ye Lan held her chin regretfully, sighing

"That’s such a sha..."

"Yeah, it is a sha."