It seems the more pages he reads, the more photos he sees, the more he understands about Sakuragi.
Maybe this isn't a big deal?
After all, it has to be much better than those terrifying modifier Hosts, right?
That's what Yan Huan thought.
"Ha... Ha..."
Just then, although it was time for class, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Yan Huan's ears twitched slightly, and then he closed the notebook, returning it to the drawer as if it had never been moved.
"Bang!"
The next second, the door opened.
Outside stood a panting girl with a pale face.
Her forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and even her meticulously styled sakura-colored bangs were slightly disheveled.
"Ha... Ha..."
The door behind her closed, and Yan Huan raised his eyes to look at her, at Sakuragi Hitomi.
"President..."
Yan Huan looked at her, silent for a second, then slightly smiled, stood up, walked to the water dispenser, and started making hot tea for her,
