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"What? That woman wants to join too?! Are you kidding me?" In the small Activity Room meant for two, Liu Lianyue leaned back in her chair, resting her forehead in a gesture of helplessness after putting away her business demeanor.
The way she leaned accentuated her curves, and at that moment, her expression and aura had transformed from a blend of innocence and sultriness into something eerily enchanting, reminiscent of a Witch.
Yang Xiaoyou, who had grown somewhat accustomed to Liu Lianyue's rapid mood swings, couldn't help but admire her ability to play two roles so well, with each character being remarkably compelling.
At that moment, Liu Lianyue was the head of the Traditional Literature Club, and it was just Yang Xiaoyou and her in the room. Huang Wei had desperately wanted to join them, but he soon discovered that every time he entered the Activity Room of the Traditional Literature Club, he would inexplicably faint.
Once or twice could be brushed off, but after experiencing this repeatedly, even the thick-skinned Huang Wei couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He insisted that the Activity Room was haunted, claiming that he always woke up feeling dizzy and sore all over. He kept urging Yang Xiaoyou and Liu Lianyue to change their location.
Faced with Huang Wei's dramatic reactions, Yang Xiaoyou felt speechless. Each time he was knocked out from behind and then beaten while unconscious, it was no wonder he felt dizzy and sore afterward.
Unlike other clubs that were eager to recruit new members at the start of the school year, the Traditional Literature Club was specially approved for Liu Lianyue's sake and had no minimum membership requirement. Thus, the two members with their ghostly hearts not only raised the entry barrier significantly but also refrained from any promotion.
The Activity Room was merely a space for the two of them to occasionally meet and exchange ideas. Now that the President, who knew their secret, had barged in unexpectedly, Liu Lianyue found herself caught off guard.
Although she had already expressed her willingness to be open about joining the Common Unity Party without fear of being discovered, her sensitive identity made it preferable to keep things under wraps. If her identity were to be exposed, the trouble she would face would far exceed anything Yang Xiaoyou could imagine.
Thinking about this made Yang Xiaoyou feel a bit gleeful; one should never harbor malicious intentions towards others.
"There's nothing wrong with it; it's just a club. I think this club suits me better—it's small and quiet enough to allow me to set an example without overly interfering with my responsibilities." Just as Liu Lianyue was complaining loudly, the President entered without knocking.
As Liang Wuxuan stepped in, an intense clash of gazes occurred between her and Liu Lianyue. Since their enrollment, they had been regarded as the school's two brightest stars—one as the student President and the other frequently absent due to long leaves from school.
Now that Liang Wuxuan had caught Liu Lianyue off guard, it created an opportunity for their paths to intersect.
Sensing the thick tension in the air, Yang Xiaoyou felt somewhat like an unnecessary presence. Although Liu Lianyue's secrets were in Liang Wuxuan's hands, she showed no signs of backing down.
Moreover, she wasn't using her usual business-like demeanor; it was a completely authentic performance.
Observing the scene before her resembling a battlefield, Yang Xiaoyou secretly wiped away sweat. The relationship between Qi Menglu and Feng Lin from the Royal Academy of Basic Studies was incredibly sticky, while these two fellows from Yuying Middle School were polar opposites—it truly was a clash of extremes.
From when Liang Wuxuan entered until now, and during their conversation earlier in the afternoon with Yang Xiaoyou, there hadn't been any overtly threatening words spoken by Liang Wuxuan. Yet through her intercepted information and confident posture, she had firmly inserted herself into their dynamic, leaving little room for rebuttal.
In any case, Liang Wuxuan gave Yang Xiaoyou a more dangerous vibe than Liu Lianyue did; just looking at her made Yang Xiaoyou feel a throbbing pain at the back of her head—she couldn't tell if it was just her imagination.
"Cough! I suddenly remembered I haven't fed my pet yet; I should get going," Yang Xiaoyou said quietly as she felt the atmosphere growing increasingly intense between them. Although visually appealing, it was too strange for comfort. She quickly excused herself in a voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb either of them.
The two individuals who were competing against each other seemed too preoccupied to pay any attention to Yang Xiaoyou, allowing him to leave. Perhaps the real confrontation would only begin after Yang Xiaoyou had departed.
After exiting the Activity Room and hastily making his way out of the Comprehensive Building, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but ponder the eventual outcome between the two. In terms of combat strength, Liang Wuxuan was likely left far behind, while in terms of cunning and deviousness, even Liu Lianyue, who could be considered an award-winning actor, probably paled in comparison to Liang Wuxuan.
Undoubtedly, if it came down to mere words, Liu Lianyue would be at a disadvantage. However, if she were to become enraged, even the President might not fare well.
Thinking about this made Yang Xiaoyou feel somewhat relieved about his wise decision to leave.
"Considering the days, the remaining items should be arriving soon. I should go and grab them; without that thing in hand, I really lack a sense of security." After checking the time on his phone, Yang Xiaoyou contemplated for a moment before heading to the bus stop in the opposite direction from his usual route. He boarded a rapid bus heading to the post office.
"These things really cost a lot; my savings are running low. It seems I need to find some ways to make money domestically." Once home, he tore open a package and looked at the realistic model firearms inside, feeling a pang of regret over his spending.
Since his parents were earning extra income abroad, they provided him with a decent allowance and he had saved quite a bit over time. However, after receiving these high-end models consecutively, he had spent all the leftover money brought back from abroad and his savings had shrunk by more than half. The funds from Hive Security and Arms were not easily accessible within the country.
These models were genuine replicas, and purchasing them aligned perfectly with his passion for modeling, making it unlikely for anyone to suspect him.
However, among these models, there were always one or two parts that could be interchangeable with real weapons—these were acquired through channels he remembered from his past efforts.
Given that his skills were nowhere near lethal yet, he felt it necessary to have firearms as insurance.
Most of the models he bought were displayed around his home. After all, his parents were retired special forces soldiers, so having these as decorations was quite normal.
Among these models, he managed to reassemble three genuine fellows: one sniper rifle and two handguns.
One of the sniper rifles and one handgun were completely disassembled into their original parts and scattered among all the firearm models. The other handgun was already assembled and hidden outside. To avoid future complications, none of these three genuine fellows' prototypes were present among the models, and he had also obtained bullets through special channels.
"Actually, weapons could also be sold to the Common Unity Party's Radicals. However, right now the risks are still too high; I'll wait until they expand their scale a bit more. After all, the Radicals are just causing trouble for now." As he dismantled all the firearm models again and arranged them as ordinary models for display, thoughts crossed Yang Xiaoyou's mind.
Recently, since Liang Wuxuan joined the Traditional Literature Club, Yang Xiaoyou found himself feeling much more relaxed. It seemed that all their firepower had been drawn towards each other. However, through careful observation over time, he noticed that Liu Lianyue was clearly starting to show signs of being at a disadvantage when facing Liang Wuxuan.
It was likely not due to her own violent skills; otherwise, she would have surrendered long ago. For some reason, Yang Xiaoyou felt that Liang Wuxuan seemed to be subtly directing some attention towards him when dealing with Liu Lianyue. Yet her usual actions and words showed no indication of this, leading him to think it might just be an illusion.
He certainly didn't consider himself someone with any qualities that could attract such a delicate girl. During this period, he also found it interesting that Liu Lianyue seemed not to recognize Zhao Chen—the fellow who would become the leader of the Common Unity Party.
However, through some details he noticed, Zhao Chen should know her. Although he usually didn't show much expression about it, Yang Xiaoyou had observed several times how Zhao Chen would deliberately avoid Liu Lianyue's group and occasionally use reasonable excuses to check on their Activity Room without drawing attention.
No one could discern Zhao Chen's true identity; even if someone did notice him, they might just think he wanted to make a good impression on beautiful women. But after observing closely, Yang Xiaoyou had developed a clearer understanding in his heart.
It seems that Zhao Chen has indeed joined the Common Unity Party, and his status should be higher than that of Liu Lianyue at present. There is even a strong possibility that he has already taken on the role of Leader of the Common Unity Party, given his family's background; this likelihood is quite significant.
Seeing Liu Lianyue maintain a businesslike demeanor in front of Zhao Chen made Yang Xiaoyou's heart quietly chuckle.
"Ha!" Just as dawn broke, the familiar shout echoed once again from the spot in the park where Yang Xiaoyou practiced every morning.
This morning routine was absolutely unshakeable. Although he could maintain muscle vibration due to his brain's strong control over his body, this unique training method was essential. It was tailored specifically for him, enhancing his internal organs and improving his overall coordination.
Each practice session brought a tangible sense of improvement, which fueled Yang Xiaoyou's motivation.
"Hmm?" As Yang Xiaoyou was nearing the completion of his task for the day, he suddenly perked up his ears and came to a halt.
Just as he stopped, a group of people burst out from a nearby corner, accompanied by a cacophony of shouts.
Among those rushing out, it was clear that everyone behind was chasing after one person in front, yelling and cursing as they pursued.
"Uh, that fellow seems familiar... No, it's not that I've seen him; it's someone I remember from my past." As he watched the middle-aged man sprinting for his life, a strange glint flashed in Yang Xiaoyou's eyes.
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