Are you angry?
Jiang Jian Yue swallowed the last bite of pineapple bun, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the wrapper.
Suddenly, a flash of genius struck her, and she came up with a brilliant idea.
Could she reverse the Supernatural Club’s reputation at School?
Easily. Absolutely!
She opened the memo app on her phone and quickly typed out her plan: Use sculpture transmutation—
Make those Medical Human Models come alive like in horror movies, wandering around and causing chaos.
Then, the Supernatural Club members would make a dazzling entrance to “save the day.”
A self-directed performance.
Turning the “Academy Hero” Kaori Onishi kept talking about into reality.
She flipped her phone to show Yuki Asahi.
“How about it?”
Yuki Asahi finished reading, his brows immediately furrowing, golden eyes filled with hesitation.
“This isn’t good.”
W
“It’s not very ethical, and it would cause trouble for others.
There have been enough disturbances at School lately.
If this happens again, parents might protest.”
Jiang Jian Yue watched his troubled expression, then regretfully turned her phone back after a few seconds.
Since Yuki Asahi objected… she had no reason to do something so bothersome herself.
After all, she wasn’t a villain.
The end of lunch break slipped away quietly, and the afternoon classes felt especially lax after the End-of-Term Exam.
Jiang Jian Yue shamelessly blocked out the teacher’s voice, poking her finger in her desk drawer.
The trend on social media was strange.
Just over the course of a meal, the tides of public opinion had completely shifted.
Those wild, frenzied comments from before had disappeared like a scattering mob of bloodthirsty spectators.
With the chaos gone, the rational discussions and case analysis resurfaced.
Jiang Jian Yue read through the comments, then traced everything back to the source—a newly registered Official Account with authentication.
She smiled in relief.
Morita Aoya, you did even better than I expected!
She retweeted the post from that account, adding:
As a Japanese person, I feel ashamed to see this.
We must drive out these Non-national enterprises without leaving a single one!
The harsher her words, the more she salted the wounds of the once-outraged netizens.
Ah, being a troll feels so good.
Every time she saw a red notification dot, she felt a harvest-like joy.
Class time passed as Jiang Jian Yue continued her relentless surfing.
Finally, the dismissal bell rang.
Jiang Jian Yue had already abandoned the thought of participating in club activities.
But then she remembered the “funneling” plan mentioned in the small group chat, and her steps turned toward the Second Hall.
After all, it was a major event to boost popularity for “Emi Jiang.”
She opened the familiar door of the Club Activity Room.
Afternoon sunlight poured through the window, casting a warm glow on the wooden floor.
Inside, it was eerily quiet, as if the air had frozen the moment before the door opened.
Jiang Jian Yue’s gaze swept across—
Kaori Onishi was standing by the window, her profile tinged with a faint blush, fingers unconsciously twisting her skirt as she looked out the window in panic.
A few steps away, Yuki Asahi had his back to the door, but the redness of his ears was painfully obvious, his whole body stiff and tense.
On the floor lay a wet cloth, sprawled out and leaving a long trail of shimmering water.
An indescribable awkwardness filled the space between them.
Even someone as oblivious as Jiang Jian Yue could sense it.
She paused, her red eyes flickering back and forth between the two.
So Kaori-chan finally made a move?
She entered the room without a word, the closing door shattering the thin-ice atmosphere.
“Sorry to interrupt?”
Jiang Jian Yue spoke in a flat tone, though inwardly pondering how to assist.
“You two, your faces are so red.”
“Ah! S-Senpai!”
Kaori Onishi spun around, her face so red it looked ready to drip, waving her hands frantically.
“N-nothing! It’s just… it’s hot today! Yes, the sun is so strong!”
Who are you fooling?
It’s already winter.
Yuki Asahi turned around quickly, eyes darting as he avoided Jiang Jian Yue’s gaze.
“Senpai, you’re done with class?”
Don’t we have little overtime at School?
“Obviously.”
Jiang Jian Yue sat at the conference table, tossing her handbag casually onto the tabletop.
“Onishi, help me with something.”
Kaori Onishi patted her cheeks, picked up the cloth from the floor, and tossed it onto the windowsill before running over to Jiang Jian Yue.
“Yes, Senpai.”
Because of what just happened…
Kaori Onishi knew Jiang Jian Yue didn’t like Yuki Asahi, but she still felt a thrill of sneaking around.
And it was all under Jiang Jian Yue’s orders.
“Video recording.”
Jiang Jian Yue opened her handbag, pretending to search inside while actually taking a camera and a bottle of mineral water from Space.
“Eh?”
Seeing their confused faces, Jiang Jian Yue didn’t explain—and didn’t need to.
As the president of the Supernatural Club, my authority is limitless!
“Use your ability.”
Jiang Jian Yue raised the camera in her hand, glancing at Yuki Asahi.
“You don’t need to.”
Yuki Asahi opened his mouth, feeling oddly left out—even if he didn’t know what Jiang Jian Yue was up to, it was obvious he’d been excluded.
“Make it cool.”
Kaori Onishi was baffled, but upon hearing Jiang Jian Yue’s demand, she suddenly understood.
“Is it for a short video? There are a lot of ability users showing off on Tik Tok now!”
Something like that.
Just not for this world.
“Senpai, you’re so professional! This camera looks expensive… Eh? Wait, can it fit in your handbag?”
Kaori Onishi muttered, but didn’t care much about it.
Jiang Jian Yue unscrewed the bottle and placed it on the table, nodding lightly.
“Start.”
Kaori Onishi composed herself, her emerald eyes brightening.
She waved gently, and the water shot out of the bottle like an arrow, hovering before her and forming a lively stream that twirled gracefully with her wrist movements.
“…Continue.”
Jiang Jian Yue frowned at the camera screen, her finger pressing unfamiliar buttons.
Yuki Asahi, seated beside her, stood up and leaned over, removing the lens cap Jiang Jian Yue had forgotten to take off.
Jiang Jian Yue glanced at Yuki Asahi, who was fighting a smile, then spoke expressionlessly.
“Thank you.”
A mature and composed Senpai wouldn’t be embarrassed by such a small blunder!
Jiang Jian Yue watched the image on the screen, her tense toes gradually relaxing as she started recording.
Yuki Asahi sat obediently, observing quietly.
But suddenly, he seemed to remember something and blurted out:
“Don’t you control water? Why did you just…”
He cut himself off, his face turning even redder as he nearly buried himself in his chest.
Kaori Onishi was maintaining a cool Water Manipulation pose when Yuki Asahi’s sudden half-question startled her, causing the glow in her eyes to flicker.
Splash—
The water that had been swirling elegantly above Jiang Jian Yue’s head lost its invisible support, pouring down like a torrential downpour.
Cold liquid soaked hair and clothes instantly, droplets splattering across Jiang Jian Yue’s face.
She instinctively checked the camera, relieved it was still working, then looked down at her uniform, now soaked and darkened at the chest.
Luckily, the winter uniform was thick enough to not be see-through.
“Ahhh! Senpai! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!”
Kaori Onishi panicked, rushing over and frantically patting Jiang Jian Yue’s damp front, splashing more water and soaking her own chest in the process.
Hey!
Don’t grope randomly… Ah!
That’s a sensitive spot!
Jiang Jian Yue pressed her lips tightly, quickly grabbing Kaori Onishi’s wrist and shoving her away.
She glanced at Yuki Asahi, seeing he’d already turned away “gentlemanly,” only his bright red neck visible.
Phew… Not like anything indecent could be seen anyway. Is this really worth getting so flustered over?
So innocent.
“You… don’t you… have abilities?”
Jiang Jian Yue’s voice trembled slightly.
“My ability… Once water seeps into the fabric, it’s really hard to control! I-I’ll try anyway!”
Kaori Onishi was red-faced with anxiety, both hands raised as if performing a ritual.
Wait.
Jiang Jian Yue froze as a strange sensation spread from where the cold wet uniform clung to her skin.
The liquid water on her clothes suddenly broke into countless minuscule droplets, slithering like cold, slippery snakes along the curves of her body.
A rush of tingling, icy stimulation swept over her skin.
The camera slipped from her hand onto the floor.
One hand gripped the edge of the table; the other clutched her drenched skirt.
No matter how cold and indifferent she usually was, at this moment, a short, trembling sound escaped her throat.
“Ah~”
Such a nearly ** sound—especially when it’s someone you like—had a powerful effect on the innocent.
Even Kaori Onishi was stunned, not expecting Senpai to make such a noise.
Jiang Jian Yue leaned back against the chair, covering her face with her arm, lips parting and closing as she breathed shakily.
The floor was soaked—of course, it was mineral water.
Don’t get the wrong idea.
“I’m leaving.”
After a long, awkward silence, Jiang Jian Yue broke it.
She snatched her handbag, bent down to pick up the camera, and ran out.
“Senpai!”
Yuki Asahi chased to the door but found no trace of her.
Senpai… is she angry?
Jiang Jian Yue tossed her bag and camera into Storage Space, hurrying toward the school gate.
Changing her shoes in a rush, she darted past Koji Hattori, who was waiting as usual at the entrance.
“Milady!”
It was the first time Koji Hattori had seen Jiang Jian Yue so flustered.
“I have something to tell you—Saiyonji-kun has gone home…”
Koji Hattori followed, noticing the blush still lingering on Jiang Jian Yue’s face, his words trailing off.
Did I just see a fake Milady?
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