God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 606 - 167: Femme Fatale

"Ding ding ding!"

The morning alarm is always so annoying. Even if you set your favorite song as the ring tone, it won’t help.

In just a couple of days, every ti you hear that pleasant lody again, you’ll be tempted to smash your phone to pieces.

So, a simple default ring tone is more suitable as a wake-up alarm...

Yan Huan’s phone is just like that.

"Ding ding ding!"

As soon as he heard the familiar alarm, Yan Huan imdiately opened his eyes.

The morning body, not yet fully awake, felt tingly all over, even thinking beca a bit single-threaded.

He just felt all warm and cozy, very comfortable.

Lowering his gaze, he saw fluffy, slightly curly golden hair blooming right in front of him.

It was Spencer’s hair.

But at this mont, Yan Huan couldn’t see her face because she had buried her head in his arms, mostly covered by the quilt.

"Spencer..."

Seeing this, Yan Huan beca a bit more conscious, squinting his heavy eyes, he turned his head to pick up the phone that was charging.

The digits 6:50 were so conspicuous.

Knowing it was ti to get up, he gently shook Spencer’s shoulder and said,

"I need to get up."

"Mmm..."

Hearing Yan Huan’s voice, Spencer groaned in his embrace but reluctantly squird a bit under the covers.

Seeing her bury her head even deeper, looking like she really didn’t want to get up, Yan Huan helplessly decided to get up and wash himself first.

But as he moved, his T-shirt was pulled and stayed in place.

Yan Huan was slightly stunned and realized that Spencer had actually grabbed his shirt and buried her head in his chest to sleep.

"Yan Huan... supplental dicine... so sleepy..."

Hearing her groggy voice, Yan Huan held his sowhat heavy head.

To be honest, he also found Spencer’s situation a bit tricky.

She couldn’t settle matters with her family to leave Yuanyue, so Yan Huan couldn’t just go to school and leave her at ho alone, right?

But no matter what, they needed to get up first.

With this thought in mind, Yan Huan persuaded,

"Spencer, let’s get up first, and I’ll make breakfast for you."

In his arms, she shook her head while clutching his shirt.

A second later, her muffled voice ca again,

"Let’s... sleep a little longer... it’s so cold outside..."

"...Alright, but just a little longer, no backing out."

"Mm... okay..."

Yan Huan sighed, turned off the phone’s alarm, and lay back down on the pillow himself.

Feeling Yan Huan nestle back in, Spencer snuggled a little closer, happily.

She usually got driven around and didn’t need to get up early like him, living in the South District and rushing to catch the school bus, no wonder she could laze around in bed.

Alright, just ten more minutes of sleep.

With that in mind, Yan Huan closed his eyes once more.

"..."

When he opened his eyes again, it felt like not much ti had passed.

Looking beside him, sure enough, Spencer had fallen asleep again.

Only this ti, her head was not entirely buried in the quilt, which let Yan Huan see her sleeping soundly, her little face peaceful.

Yan Huan studied her serene face for a while before withdrawing his gaze, intending to check the ti to wake her up.

Turning his head to pick up the phone, he saw the digits had sohow transford to "9:27".

"Crap!"

Seeing those numbers, Yan Huan imdiately beca alert.

He hurriedly sat up and unlocked the phone.

Emails, private ssages on plane, group chats tagging him...

A slew of red notifications popped up, making his expression stiffen.

They had overslept!

"Mmm..."

Just as Yan Huan was covering his face, preparing to reply to the ntor’s ssage, Spencer’s soft voice ca again.

Turning his head, he saw her rubbing her eyes as she sat up from under the covers.

"Yan Huan... morning..."

"...It’s not morning, we overslept."

All Spencer’s fault!

It’s all because it’s too comfortable sleeping with her, the quilt was warm and soft, causing him to lose consciousness as soon as he closed his eyes!

Now look, neither of them is going to school today.

Yan Huan realized that spending ti with Spencer ant he would either skip class or ditch school for the day, he was already becoming an incorrigible student like her.

The President of the Student Council’s reputation at stake, with a tendency to fall...

Wait, why does this feel oddly dejå vu?

Hearing Yan Huan’s complaint, Spencer innocently blinked her eyes, and belatedly said,

"Huh? Overslept!?"

"And you just realized!?"

"Well, but I couldn’t go to school anyway. Hehe, isn’t it perfect, you aren’t going either. Yan Huan, let tell you, skipping class is so freeing!"

"..."

See, these are the tactics of a bad influence!

Yan Huan glanced speechlessly at Spencer beside him, yawning and seemingly debating whether to sleep so more, his heart not as carefree as hers.

She thought she had escaped from ho, while Yan Huan knew it wasn’t the case.

Mainly, Yan Huan truly had no idea what Spencer’s family was thinking.

Theoretically, Spencer choosing to run away, coming to find him and staying the night, they probably knew everything clearly.

Yet, from yesterday until now, they hadn’t shown up or taken action, what were they planning?

Yan Huan didn’t know, but he had a feeling that he was now sitting in a test room.

The other side was watching from the shadows, watching him hand in his answer sheet.

A perfect answer, full marks!

An average answer, points deducted!

A wrong answer...

"..."

The problem is, he didn’t even know what the question was.

Yan Huan took a breath, pondering as he continued to check the ssages on his phone.