"Sha...Sha..."
"It's the President, the President has gone by."
"The President has stepped in, don't speak for now!"
As Yan Huan approached expressionlessly, the surrounding whispers quieted down significantly, all eyes turning towards the center.
Holding her folding fan, Sakuragi Yuri glanced at the eager eyes of the surrounding girls, raised her eyebrows, seemingly deep in thought.
"Sha...Sha..."
Behind the utterly despairing Spencer, footsteps approached gradually.
She paid no attention, but as the footsteps drew closer, her shoulder was gently tapped.
"Uh..."
The touch was light, yet it provided a lifeline for Spencer, drowning as she was, allowing her to momentarily escape her choking ordeal.
With tears streaming down her face, she looked up, only to see the distorted, wriggling silhouette of a peacock.
She recognized it at once, it was Yan Huan.
"Yan...uh...uhuh..."
