Mature Fantasy Power Invasion

Chapter 29

*Bang!*

Inside the girls' restroom on the first floor of the teaching building, the force of the shove slammed An Le's body against the wall.

The siren outside the campus blared, but it couldn't penetrate this secluded space, casting a shadow of eerie silence.

*Ugh*

Pain shot through her back, forcing a soft moan from An Le as she instinctively clutched her chest.

She was out of breath again, but this time, there was no chance to unbutton her shirt for relief.

The fear from being bullied twisted into sharp ringing in her ears, making the once-silent restroom feel oppressively loud.

*Buzz*

But right now, An Le couldn’t focus on the buzzing or her rising panic; her eyes darted up to Pu Shuwen.

The reason was simple—Pu Shuwen was holding the white envelope An Le had never gotten the chance to deliver.

She glanced at the words on the envelope and let out a cold, mocking sneer.

"Yo, Xiaohuan. Who were you calling so sweetly?"

"G-Give it back."

Seeing Pu Shuwen about to open the letter, An Le began to struggle, trying desperately to snatch it back.

Pu Shuwen’s expression darkened. She stepped back, raising the letter out of reach.

"Hold her down first. I want to see what this cow wrote to the President!"

Just as An Le lunged forward, two girls grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall.

*Buzz*

The ringing in her ears grew sharper and more unbearable.

"An Le, you're so sneaky. You actually had Yaqiao give the President a letter? Tell me—did you eavesdrop on us?"

"Didn't expect it, huh? Always quiet and shy, but secretly you're shameless."

An Le tried to fight back, but the two girls were too strong for her.

Beneath her messy black bangs, her misty eyes watched helplessly as Pu Shuwen tore open the envelope, revealing the folded letter.

"Ugh—Let me go. That’s mine."

But Pu Shuwen ignored her. She unfolded the paper and began to read.

After reading two or three lines, Pu Shuwen looked up in disbelief and sneered at her friends.

"Hey, check this out. I think she’s hallucinating—says the President cared about her when they were little and even lived at her house. Hilarious."

"Eh? A childhood sweetheart fantasy? You've got some imagination, little An Le."

"What was the cow like as a kid? A little calf?"

Holding the letter, Pu Shuwen stepped closer to An Le.

"If the President really knew you, why hasn’t he said a word to you all semester? Making things up—don’t you feel ashamed?"

Until now, An Le’s resistance had been weak, but when Pu Shuwen accused her of lying, she suddenly raised her head and shouted,

"I didn’t! I just—I just..."

In truth, she could have approached Yan Huan the moment school started. So why hadn’t she?

They were in the same grade, even on the same floor. Was it really so hard to just walk over and talk to him?

The truth was, there was a reason—one An Le understood deeply but couldn’t voice.

Pu Shuwen sneered and grabbed An Le’s chin.

"Just what? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking, cow. Disgusting, aren’t you? You think you’re worthy? Huh? A sewer rat who can’t even wear decent clothes at home. Looking like a ghost every day, and you think you can like someone? If I were the President, I’d be disgusted too."

Originally intending only to humiliate her, Pu Shuwen roughly lifted An Le’s bangs with the letter, exposing the face she’d been hiding.

Pu Shuwen froze for a moment, then her expression turned colder.

She quickly let the bangs fall back and clenched the envelope tightly in both hands.

"Like writing letters? Fine. Write all you want. But if we ever catch you writing to the President again, you’re dead."

With a harsh tug, she tore the letter An Le had poured her heart into overnight.

*Buzz*

An Le’s pupils, hidden beneath her bangs, slowly shrank. Only now did the sharp ringing in her ears begin to fade.

Yet the noisy chaos around her suddenly became deafening.

"You trash!!"

It was the voice of the little snake—Little Pinky.

"Damn it! They’re bullying you like this and you’re still too nervous to think straight. You couldn’t even hear me!"

On her skin, a phantom snake-shaped tattoo writhed violently in anger.

"Kill them! Kill them all!! Right now!!"

But An Le just stared blankly at the paper fragments falling to the floor, as if it wasn’t just the letter that had been torn—but her very heart.

From that shattered heart, the real reason she hadn’t dared to approach Yan Huan for half a year began to surface.

She just—

felt afraid.

Afraid of what?

After all, so many years had passed. Xiaohuan had become popular and surely made countless new friends in his world.

Meanwhile, she had remained stuck in the same place.

Insecure, timid, cowardly.

Already in high school, yet she still clung to childhood memories, treating someone she hadn’t seen in years as the only one who mattered. Wasn’t that pathetic?

She couldn’t dress up, looked plain and dull.

She liked unpopular reptiles instead of cute, fluffy animals, and played games she couldn’t even tell others about.

What if she finally approached the now-popular him, and he looked at her in confusion—what then?

"Um, classmate, who are you again? I don’t really remember."

An Le was simply scared—scared that he had already forgotten her.

Rather than face that likely reality, it was easier to pretend he might still remember her.

As long as she told herself, 'We didn’t meet because I didn’t go to him,' she could avoid the terror of 'he already forgot me.'

That was how An Le lied to herself.

But people’s hearts are fickle.

She didn’t even know why, but when she heard Spencer say that Yan Huan and Yinggong Tong were officially together, her heart sank.

Even though she didn’t catch Spencer’s exact words, her overthinking mind immediately assumed they’d already been intimate.

That sadness led her to act impulsively—to write a letter and ask Yaqiao to deliver it to Xiaohuan.

But now, Pu Shuwen’s words had shoved her back into a cold pit of self-loathing.

She stared at the torn fragments of her letter scattered across the floor. At some point, her vision had blurred.

It wasn’t until she felt the warmth on her cheeks that she realized—

she was crying.

"Hey, she’s crying now?"

"For real? Just a few words and she breaks down?"

In her mind, Little Pinky’s voice trembled on the edge of collapse.

It felt like they weren’t bullying An Le— they were bullying it too.

"You useless trash!! Stand up straight!! What are those wobbly legs?! And what the hell is with the crying?! Bite them!!"

Little Pinky was in full rage mode. If it could, it would transform into a Gundam pilot and unleash the modifier’s power to teach them a lesson.

But that power could only be activated by the Host’s will.

And right now, An Le clearly wasn’t a qualified Gundam.

*Flushhh*

Just as the tension in the restroom reached its peak, the sound of flushing echoed from one of the stalls.

Pu Shuwen froze—she hadn’t realized someone else was in the restroom.

She turned her head as the stall door opened, and out walked a golden-haired girl with a blank expression.

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That girl—

Wasn’t she the new transfer student?

What was her name again…

Spencer?

For some reason, just seeing Spencer made Pu Shuwen’s stomach churn with disgust.

A disgust that nearly matched how she felt about An Le.

Spencer glanced over, her eyes landing on the sobbing An Le, still surrounded by the girls.

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"What are you looking at?"

Pu Shuwen frowned and snapped.

Spencer averted her gaze and silently walked toward the sink.

Maybe she was afraid of Pu Shuwen, or perhaps she just didn’t want to get involved.

*Shua la la*

The sound of water running from the faucet echoed as Spencer squeezed out some soap and started washing her hands.

Pu Shuwen also turned her gaze away, her expression cold, and refocused on An Le, who was silently crying in front of her.

Just as she was about to speak, the loud noise of a hand dryer erupted behind her.

*Wong wong wong!*

Pu Shuwen's brows furrowed even more deeply. She decided to wait for Spencer to leave before continuing.

But just then, Spencer’s suddenly indifferent voice came from behind her.

"You bitch. Were you just talking to me?"

"..."

Pu Shuwen turned around in disbelief. Spencer had somehow already closed the distance, standing in front of her with an overwhelming presence. She wore a smile, flashing her signature canine tooth, but a dark and terrifying aura seemed to pour from her.

"You—"

Startled by Spencer’s aura, Pu Shuwen’s once-confident voice softened, but she still stubbornly said,

"I advise you not to meddle. This is between us."

"Oh~"

Spencer nodded, clearly unimpressed. She crossed her arms and said,

"I heard everything just now. Honestly, you all need to take a piss and look at yourselves in the mirror. She's not worthy of writing a letter to that Yan Huan guy, and neither are you. All of you are ugly as hell and yap like dogs. If I tied you up outside my house, you'd still be noisy. So shut the hell up, alright?"

An Le, who had been silently crying, looked up in a daze, as if she had just been hit by some kind of area-of-effect attack.

Pu Shuwen was even more shocked by Spencer’s words and instinctively wanted to shoot back with a personal insult.

But one glance at Spencer—standing tall with her head high, her golden hair gleaming, and her dashing face radiating even in the restroom—

'Damn it—'

'I can’t beat her in looks!'

'Then as for background—'

Pu Shuwen glanced at the luxurious pendant and custom sportswear Spencer wore.

She had never seen that style before—if not for the branded logo—

"Your mom—"

Enraged and completely losing her composure, Pu Shuwen raised her hand and swung it toward Spencer’s face.

'Flustered?'

Spencer gave a mocking smile and casually raised her left hand, catching the slap mid-air.

"Wanna fight? Sure. I love fighting."

Pu Shuwen’s eyes widened in shock. Her wrist was now tightly gripped, throbbing in pain.

In that moment, it felt like a bear had clamped down on her arm.

Then, Spencer raised her right hand high.

The raised hand cast a palm-shaped shadow over Pu Shuwen’s pale face—she barely reached Spencer’s chest in height.

"Wait a minute—"

Sensing danger, Pu Shuwen instinctively began to beg for mercy.

*Hoo!*

But the next second, Spencer’s right hand came crashing down on her cheek with the force of a gust of wind.

*Bang!*

With a loud smack, Pu Shuwen’s left cheek instantly deformed. She spun twice before collapsing face-down on the floor.

"Shu... Shuwen, are you okay?"

But Pu Shuwen didn’t move at all, lying there as if peacefully asleep on the restroom floor.

An Le didn’t dare to cry anymore. Looking at Spencer now felt like seeing a living urban legend—one that could stop babies from crying at night.

The two girls who were holding An Le up went completely blank.

In fact, An Le even felt like those two were weaker than her. They couldn’t even stand properly.

It was their first time seeing someone get slapped, spin twice, and collapse like that.

Even Spencer looked down at her palm in surprise, stretching her fingers slightly.

Then the smile on her face grew even more excited.

She glanced left and right at An Le, scaring the two girls so much they quickly shook their heads.

"Wait, I... I didn’t—"

But Spencer didn’t listen. She kicked one of the girls in the waist, sending her crashing to the ground, clutching her abdomen and groaning in pain.

The other girl tried to turn and flee, but Spencer grabbed her by the hair and slammed her to the floor.

Compared to the others, it didn’t hurt as much, but she didn’t dare get up again—afraid of what might come next.

"..."

After all that, Spencer finally let out a snort.

She glanced at An Le, shook her head, and turned to leave the restroom.

It felt like her power had increased again. Ever since she threatened the president that day, her Loot Energy had gone up significantly.

Well, she didn’t really understand how it worked, but it felt pretty damn good.

"Um..."

Just as Spencer stepped out of the restroom, a timid, animal-like voice called out behind her.

Spencer paused, then turned her head to look.

"What?"

"Th-thank you... for helping me."

Spencer blinked, then lazily replied,

"I wouldn’t say that. If that bitch hadn’t mouthed off, I probably wouldn’t have bothered with you."

"But... just now, when you walked out, it felt like you were looking at me the whole time, so I thought—"

"Ugh, you’re so annoying."

Spencer seemed irritated by An Le’s words. She crossed her arms and turned her head away with a snort, her golden hair whipping around like a lion’s tail.

Embarrassed, An Le lowered her head, unsure of what to say.

Seeing her pitiful expression, Spencer sighed—but didn’t know what to say either.

"..."

"..."

An Le was too nervous and shy. Even though she knew what she wanted to say, the words wouldn’t come.

As for Spencer?

Let’s just say she was deep in thought.

In the end, it was An Le who cautiously spoke first.

"Um... if they try to cause you trouble, I’ll testify for you, Spencer."

"Heh, don’t worry. They wouldn’t dare mess with me."

Spencer seemed completely unfazed, but after hearing An Le’s words, she seemed to recall something she wanted to say.

"Instead of worrying about me, you better worry about yourself. Your luck won’t always be this good—to have me around."

After all, people like you who have nothing are the most pitiful.

An Le pressed her lips together and nodded, her head lowered, fingers pinching the hem of her skirt.

Watching Spencer turn and head back to class, An Le quietly followed beside her.

The sirens of a police car wailed on campus. Both An Le and Spencer turned to glance in that direction, but neither could figure out what had happened.

Unlike Spencer, who looked away in boredom, An Le thought she vaguely saw a boy near the police car.

Just seeing his silhouette made An Le’s gaze recoil as if burned.

'Xiaohuan—'

At that moment, An Le suddenly remembered Spencer had mentioned Yan Huan yesterday. Thinking back to what she said earlier in the restroom—

An Le nervously glanced at Spencer and asked in a low voice,

"Um... Spencer, you seem really interested in President Yan. Do you like him too?"

Spencer touched her chin, thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"No. I don’t really feel anything."

She just liked the thrill of stealing him away from others.

As for An Le—

Spencer thought people like her, who had nothing, were the most pitiful.

"I see..."

Hearing Spencer’s answer, An Le let out a sigh of relief.

Then, she mustered her courage and moved a little closer to her.

It seemed like no one in class had talked to Spencer yesterday. That feeling of isolation made An Le feel a faint sense of empathy.

Although Spencer seemed fierce and quick to anger, she was actually a very kind person deep down.

This realization made An Le start considering the idea of becoming friends with her.

"Um, Spencer, anyway... thanks for what you did earlier. I haven't introduced myself yet—I'm An Le."

"I already knew. Heard it when those idiots were yelling at you," Spencer replied flatly, stifling a yawn.

Spencer yawned and responded perfunctorily.

Just then, her phone buzzed suddenly in her pocket.

She pulled it out and glanced at the screen, then immediately widened her eyes and unlocked it to check the message in detail.

It appeared to be an email from the student council.

[Notice of Aruiya Spencer's Mandatory Participation in a Study Group]

Below the title was a long explanation, outlining the purpose of the notice and what they expected her to accomplish.

However, even after scrolling through it several times, Spencer could only focus on two glaring words buried in the email:

"Go to jail!"

Spencer gasped, then let out an incredulous laugh as she continued scrolling.

Finally, at the very bottom, she found the conclusion:

[In summary, we hope Aruiya Spencer will report to the student council office to join the study group before the end of this Friday.]

[Any lateness or failure to report will be documented and forwarded to the principal's office. All resulting consequences, including parental notification, will be the responsibility of Aruiya Spencer. Please be advised.]

[Yuanyue Academy Student Council President: Yan Huan]

(*) Yuanyue Academy: A fictional school name.

(*) Yan Huan: A Chinese name, typically male.

An Le had also caught a glimpse of the email, but before she could say anything, she noticed Spencer suddenly clench her phone tightly, veins bulging on the back of her hand.

"Didn’t you ask me before if I liked Yan Huan? Well, now I not only don’t have feelings for him—I’m starting to dislike him."

"Eh? Huh?"

An Le blinked, instinctively feeling a little happy, but then quickly started to hate herself for that reaction.

She waved her hands nervously and smiled as she tried to explain to Spencer.

"Xiaohuan is just doing his job. It’s the school’s fault. As Student Council President, there’s not much he can do either."

(*) Xiaohuan: A nickname or affectionate way to refer to Yan Huan.

Spencer looked like she was about to explode, her expression blank. But when she looked at An Le, who stood with her head lowered like a helpless little animal, all her anger drained away.

With a frustrated snort, she turned and stormed back toward the classroom.

"Simping never ends well, you know?"

(End of this chapter)