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In that moment, as Yan Huan's gaze emanated deep sympathy from its haziest depths, her delicate lips began to pout ever so slightly, although the motion was small... it was indeed a pout, as if she had suffered some tremendous grievance.

Ah?

It was only now that Yan Huan realized that, astonishingly, Ye Shiyu could make the same expressions as Ye Lan!

Vice President Sakuragi, well done, very well done!

Ye Shiyu shakily lifted her hand, wanting to flip through the chat history between them, hoping to find features of Yan Huan's conversations with the Vice President Sakuragi, but all she saw were numerous call logs...

No wonder she had called directly!

What else was there? Mostly various documents sent within the school, and the two of them hardly chatted?

Then, how did the other person know it wasn't Yan Huan on the phone just from one sentence?

No... never mind, let him sort it out himself.

Ye Shiyu chose to deceive herself and withdrew the message she had just sent.

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After she did this, the other party sent another question mark, which, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, sent shivers down her spine just by looking at it.

Meanwhile, Ye Shiyu pretended not to see it and exited the chat box, opened up his plane QR code on his phone, scanned it with her phone to add as a friend, and clicked to accept...

"Ding~"

It was done.

"Hu..."

Ye Shiyu let out a sigh of relief, like closing the gates of hell, she turned off Yan Huan's phone that she had switched on.

After all this, Ye Shiyu glanced at her own phone, realizing that ten minutes had passed—an excruciatingly long ten minutes.

That's enough for today.

Looking at Yan Huan before her, she placed his phone back into his pocket, but at the same time, a hint of hesitation flickered across Ye Shiyu's eyes.

In fact, her mother had been inquiring about Yan Huan for several days before arriving at Lin Gate and, of course, had also informed her about it, let alone that her mother had always told her since she was a child about a very good friend of hers.

Ye Lan had said so much, and it wasn't until now, face to face, that Ye Shiyu felt she understood this young man a little.

He might truly be an excellent person, and his plight pitiable but...

The hesitation in Ye Shiyu's eyes gradually got swallowed by some form of desire as she picked up the phone again and said to Yan Huan,

"Sit tight here, don't move. After you wake up, you should forget everything that's happening now, and then... that's it..."

"Yes..."

After Yan Huan sat down, Ye Shiyu turned to leave, unlocked the door, and stepped outside.

"Click..."

Yan Huan glanced at the door, stretched to relieve the soreness in his body, waiting for the effects of the modifier to subside completely.

Minutes later, the soreness withdrew from Yan Huan's body as if it were a receding tide, exactly fifteen minutes since the hypnosis had started.

But at that moment, a new memory appeared in his mind.

In his memory, Ye Shiyu had come to knock on the door; after opening the door, she took out her phone and added Yan Huan as a friend, chatted idly for a few moments, then turned and left.

For some reason, upon returning to his room, he felt unexpectedly sleepy, so he decided to sit down and rest a while, almost dozing off.

While in his daze, he heard the message from Vice President Sakuragi on the phone, but he was too sleepy, so he declined the call and sent a message he would never typically send.

After receiving an odd inquiry from Vice President Sakuragi, he belatedly withdrew it until he was now fully awake.

Yan Huan pondered over the newly emerged memory in his mind, feeling slightly startled.

The key issue was not only that Ye Shiyu's modifier could add memories but also that these new memories made Yan Huan feel as if they were indeed his own authentic experiences.

The memory perfectly covered the events of the past fifteen minutes, and Yan Huan felt that if he had no Resistance, he would never have noticed anything was amiss.

Unless an unaffected third party pointed out the inconsistencies between memory and reality, then the individual with the fabricated memory might begin to have doubts.

These modifiers are truly ruthless...

Yan Huan's expression grew more earnest as he examined his fully recovered hand and began to sort through the real events that had just occurred.

It seems, Ye Shiyu didn't want him to stay, or rather, it was not just that she didn't want him to stay but further, she did not even want him to interact with Ye Lan.

Hmm, if the modifier is connected to desire, then Ye Shiyu's use of the modifier for hypnosis was also to satisfy some desire of hers.

Desire, desires...

Yan Huan unconsciously thought again of what Aunt Chen had mentioned before, about Ye Shiyu writing her name on everything.

He raised his eyebrows, and an answer faintly emerged in his mind, but just then, there was a knock at the door,

"Knock, knock, knock~"

You've got to be kidding me, again?

Yan Huan steadied himself with the sofa, paused for a moment, then called out,

"Who is it?"

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"Xiao Huan, it's Aunt Chen, I've warmed some milk for you."

"Coming."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan completely relaxed his body and got up to open the door.

Aunt Chen stood outside the door with a smile, holding a cup of milk. Not far behind her stood Ye Shiyu, also holding a cup of milk, looking at himself expressionlessly.

There's a theory that criminals often return to the crime scene to check on the situation.

Ye Shiyu probably did the same, checking if Yan Huan noticed anything unusual after the effects ended.

"Here you go, both of you drink your milk, it's good for sleep... I've added a bit of honey, try it and see if the taste is acceptable, if not, I won't add it tomorrow."

"No problem, Aunt Chen."

Yan Huan acted as if he hadn't noticed anything that had just happened, and seeing his usual demeanor, Ye Shiyu finally turned around and left with satisfaction, milk in hand.

Aunt Chen also said, "Xiao Huan, take your milk inside. There are new toothbrushes and toiletries in the bathroom, let me know if you need anything else."

"Sure, thank you Aunt Chen."

"Get some sleep early, Xiao Huan."

Yan Huan took the milk and returned to his room, placing the milk on the table. He then took out his phone.

He first opened the chat window with Ye Shiyu, just added, empty of messages.

He pondered for a moment and sent a message,

"Sister Shiyu, feel free to ask me if there are any problems at school later."

He added an emoji with an implicit meaning from his previous life.

After pausing for a moment, an "OK" gesture came back from the other side.

A harmonious atmosphere, as if the recent episode of a Japanese drama had never happened...

Yan Huan leaned back on the sofa, speechlessly, took a sip of milk, then suddenly remembered something, hurriedly opened the chat history with Vice President Sakuragi.

There, a conspicuous question mark still lingered.

Yan Huan couldn't help but grin, he opened the chat box, calling out the emoji list.

Inside, packed with countless themed, categorized emoji packs – cats, anime, pandaren, animated ones... everything.

His fingers swiftly swiped, and he sent over a sweating, bowing cat emoji that read,

"Sorry."

The other party was typing...

"Was President's phone in someone else's hands just now?"

An instant reply, could it be that she was worried he'd been dealt with by some villains?

A nodding cat emoji sent: "Mmhmm."

"At work, a friend was replying for me, got a bit held up."

Come to think of it, do I use too many emoji packs usually? So much so that Vice President Sakuragi noticed something was off just because I didn't send one...

Well, Vice President Sakuragi knows the management very well, she has an excellent memory, it's normal for her to be capable of this.

Thinking this, Yan Huan typed and asked,

"What was the urgent matter you mentioned before?"

Following this sentence was another cat emoji with a question mark.

The other party was typing...

But after waiting for a long time, no message came through, nor a phone call – she prefers calling to communicate, saying it's more efficient.

Just as Yan Huan was about to check other group chats while waiting for her message, she finally said,

"It's been resolved, President."

Yan Huan glanced at the chat box and sent the nodding cat emoji again,

"That's good, rest early, Sakuragi."

"Alright."

With the milk finished, the phone set aside, Yan Huan's body finally relaxed a bit, stretching out on the sofa.

"Meow~"

The chubby Miao appeared quietly, looking worriedly at him with a tilted head.

Yan Huan glanced at it and patted the sofa beside him.

Understanding the signal, Miao jumped up, snuggling its fluffy soft body into his embrace.

Stroking its smooth fur, Yan Huan smiled helplessly,

"It seems that if we don't make a move soon, there won't be a way out for us in the future, Miao."

"Meow~"

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