God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls!-Chapter 520 - 147. Go downstairs to buy something, do not use the stairs or the elevator.

"An Le, how are you feeling now?"

"Much better, Little... Little... Achoo!!"

As she spoke, An Le’s pale face couldn’t help but sneeze, and she apologized while reaching for a tissue to blow her nose.

It was pretty obvious at a glance, Bai Yi was pretending to be unwell, while An Le was genuinely sick.

Her symptoms were far more severe than those of Ye Shiyu and Bai Yi, the two major illusion gods.

Since her symptoms were also undetectable by the hospital, they were most likely related to the poisoned fragment that Bai Yi brought, the question was, how An Le got poisoned.

"..."

Thinking this, Yan Huan moved a stool from the side to sit by the bed.

In the room, the two major illusion gods and their guardians had left the sickroom, thus although the two remaining by her side were still modifier hosts, they felt much more pleasant to Yan Huan than the other two.

If you think about it, including the stimulation from the student council corridor and the Ghost House at the comic expo, plus the previous poisoning incident, An Le actually had a hand in it too.

But from what Yan Huan knew about An Le, she didn’t seem like the type to do such things.

It’s not merely about Yan Huan’s friendship filter with his childhood friend, because he knew she might be carrying a modifier embodiment that could talk just like Miao.

With An Le’s soft and mushy character, would you believe she wasn’t bewitched by that schemer?

It can only be said, there must be a manipulative fiend behind this.

And ever since Yan Huan found out that Sakuragi was also a modifier owner, you’d realize a very hard truth:

The effects of the modifier impacted Yan Huan the least when it’s always been Spencer.

It was Sakuragi who locked herself in the storeroom and also Sakuragi who locked herself and An Le in the Ghost House and attempted to fool others by altering common knowledge.

And Spencer?

She has already been disowned by the minotaurs and relegated to the children’s table.

Of course, saying Spencer is harmless is purely nonsensical.

She has been more of a real-life troublemaker for Yan Huan, and those troubles mainly originated from the time she fiercely defended An Le and beat up Park Shuwen.

Plus the inexplicably annoying side effects of her modifier, which led to the current situation.

"..."

With that in mind, Yan Huan turned his head and glanced at Spencer still standing beside him, then also grabbed another stool for her to sit.

"...Thanks, aow."

As soon as she sat down, she fidgeted, placing her hands between her legs, and then pulled on the edge under the stool, rocking her body back and forth like a rocking horse.

"..."

Yan Huan and An Le watched her, almost like two guardians sizing up their hyperactive child.

Feeling their silent gaze, Spencer’s rocking motion gradually slowed and finally, both embarrassed and annoyed, she asked,

"Why are you staring at me?"

"...Nothing."

Yan Huan withdrew his gaze and turned to An Le, asking,

"An Le, did you visit the school’s greenhouse yesterday, did you see Bai Yi and Sister Shiyu? How come you suddenly got sick with them?"

"That..."

Hearing Yan Huan’s question, An Le seemed hesitant to speak.

An Le wasn’t a fool like Spencer, dull enough not to realize others had superpowers despite being repeatedly faced with the modifier.

Oh, she’s probably still clueless about the modifier on her.

An Le probably knew her sickness was related to the fragment ingested by Little Thumb.

After all, since Little Thumb became pointed, it hadn’t shown itself again.

"I... I haven’t been to the greenhouse, nor have I seen them... Just suddenly, I don’t know why, I got sick."

Thinking this, An Le carefully spoke.

Yan Huan gauged his childhood friend’s expression and roughly figured it out.

She indeed hadn’t seen Bai Yi and Ye Shiyu, but she might know her illness was connected to something.

Could it be something the modifier embodiment on her had told her?

Yan Huan was quite curious about how that modifier embodiment communicated with An Le.

"So... What are the exact symptoms? Similar to a cold?"

"Yeah... and it feels a bit like a fever, really cold..."

"Fever, huh? Did the doctor measure your temperature?"

"It was measured yesterday, seemed to be 40°..."

"40? That high?"

Yan Huan was taken aback, quickly reaching out to touch her forehead.

Seeing this, An Le also moved closer.

Feeling Yan Huan’s hand on her forehead, An Le unconsciously closed her eyes, seemingly finding it comfortable and pleasant.

But this was just taking a temperature, not an intimate couple’s moment.

After just a brief contact, Yan Huan immediately withdrew his hand, causing An Le to open her eyes somewhat disappointedly.

Yan Huan put his hand on his own forehead for comparison and muttered,

"So hot, almost as hot as the last time I had a fever."

He was thinking, why was An Le’s curse so much stronger compared to the other two.

Meanwhile, An Le, hearing his words, blushed slightly, her eyes quietly sizing up Yan Huan’s face.

She thought: If Xiao Huan’s fever reached forty, would Little Huan also be forty degrees hot?

No idea what using a forty-degree Little Huan would feel like...

With such thoughts, An Le’s face grew slightly red, whether from fever or bashfulness.

Her mind filled with indecent thoughts, she easily became desirous when close to Yan Huan, and desire coincidentally was also food...