God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 488 - 139. Hello to the kids who like to see Sakurag

Monday afternoon, as the sun sets, the bell signaling the end of class echoes throughout the campus.

Yan Huan walks towards the school bus, tossing a dark green ring from one hand to another, agilely flipping between his fingers.

"Yan Huan, are you really just going to leave the fragnt there, ow?"

A black cat appears on his shoulder, speaking thus.

Yan Huan glances at Miao, grabs the ring firmly, and does not toss it again,

"Aren’t you the one who said that people unrelated to the modifier can neither see nor touch the fragnt, and the curse won’t move towards those who can’t see it?"

"Indeed, ow..."

Miao nods, glancing back in the direction of the fragnt, seemingly regretful because it can see but not touch.

Seeing this, Yan Huan smiles helplessly, rubbing the chubby head of the cat,

"Little glutton."

"ow?"

"But since that’s the case, deciding which unfortunate soul should bear the curse really gives one a headache."

As he speaks, Yan Huan opens his palm and the ring magically disappears.

If Bai Yi’s modifier’s fragnt possesses such a property, then what suddenly happened to Ye Shiyu makes sense.

Moreover, considering Ye Shiyu’s condition, the effects of the curse seem extraordinarily severe.

Just after class, he spoke with Ye Lan on the phone, who ntioned that Ye Shiyu was still lying in bed with a blurred consciousness.

The hospital conducted several checks but found no cause of the illness.

Its infectiousness is uncertain, its harmfulness is uncertain, so Ye Shiyu was isolated and given dical investigation.

Due to this, Ye Lan also politely declined Yan Huan’s offer to visit.

Thinking of this, Yan Huan slightly smiles, speaking to Miao,

"How about this, for the remaining hosts except An Le, whoever annoys , I’ll lead them to that place and make them suffer heavily?"

His expression almost resembles that of a scheming noble concubine in a palace drama who uses spells out of spite for losing favor.

"ow?!"

As Yan Huan passes by the athletic field, he turns his head as if sensing sothing.

There, in the nearly empty track, is Spencer jogging slowly, drenched in sweat.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

It seems she has been running for a long ti, looking utterly exhausted.

With her poor stamina, as soon as she reaches the starting point, she is unable to move further, catching her breath and supporting herself by her knees.

"..."

Yan Huan raises his eyebrow, watching her drink a few sips of water and relax for a few minutes.

Then, she takes out her mobile phone, observing and imitating the actions displayed.

The phone appears to have recorded so thods related to endurance training, and she begins mimicking them.

Jumping jacks, high-knee runs, and the like...

She indeed has talent in sports; such movents are perfectly replicated by her body with just one skewed glance.

The accuracy of her movents is instantly noticeable.

After several sets of such exercises, she resus slow jogging.

Her figure gradually becos obscured by the stands, out of Yan Huan’s sight.

"..."

Only then does Yan Huan unconsciously realize he has been watching Spencer for quite so ti.

He shakes his head, withdrawing his gaze, glancing down at the ti on his mobile phone, and then heads towards the school bus.

"Ti stops have been achieved, things are getting more absurd, all because of the Three Body People."

Yan Huan takes out his Bluetooth earphones, massaging his hair with so stress, as he approaches the school bus, murmuring to himself,

"Such enormous pressure..."

"What enormous pressure?"

Just as Yan Huan is about to board the school bus, a hand gently taps his shoulder from behind.

"..."

Yan Huan is slightly startled, turning his head to see a red-haired beauty with a look of dismay.

He blinks, almost not recognizing her at first,

"Sister Tong?!"

"Hey."

A brief glance up and down suffices to understand Yan Huan’s surprise.

Today, Tong Yingying’s hair is tidily tied up, looking ticulously washed, and thus revealing a rose hue shimring like dewdrops.

She wears light makeup, without eye shadow, but with accentuated lashes and highlights, making her lips with a dab of bright red stand out the most.

The color of lipstick.

Like a drop of red wine on vast white snow, it instantly catches one’s eye.

Her face being so striking, her attire does not lag behind.

What first strikes the eye is an elegant, retro-style won’s suit, albeit incomplete.

For instead of wearing the black jacket, she casually drapes it over her back.

This has its advantages:

The collar of the pristine white cotton shirt is half-undone, revealing distinct collarbones and a small mole above that resembles a drop of black ink.

elow, form-fitting black bell-bottoms trace her slender legs.

Instead of high heels, she wears slightly elevated black flats, rounding off her entire ensemble.

"..."

Seeing Yan Huan’s eyes slightly widen in shock, Tong Yingying slightly curves her red lips.

Then, she throws the jacket that was on her back over his dumbfounded face, laughing as she asks,

"What, haven’t seen in this look?"

Yan Huan, holding the perfu-scented black jacket, can’t help but ask,

"Sister, who are you, may I get to know you? I’m Yan Huan, a freshman from class A at Yuanyue Academy, young and strong..."

"Cut it out."

Tong Yingying, crossing her arms, lightly spits and turning her head away, says,

"Don’t block the way, co with ."