Chapter 104: Are You Treating Me Like a College Student?! [Third Chapter, Requesting More]

“Master Fuli, can you drink alcohol? It’s late now, and the late-night snack menu only has vegetarian dishes and wine-braised items.”

Lin Ying instructed Lin Shu to buy late-night snacks, while she herself put away the fish scales Fuli Lao Ye had brought back and took out a damp wipe to clean the dust from his limbs.

Before returning, the little fox had already bathed with Tu Song and Bai Bai, but the dogs’ idea of bathing was simply turning on the faucet to rinse off dirt and odor—not a thorough scrubbing.

As Lin Ying carefully wiped the fox, the creature, enjoying the gentle kneading of its paw pads, let out soft “yinyinyin” sounds.

Just then, Lin Shu, who had gone to the seafood street, sent several messages to Lin Ying.

It was peak summer vacation, and the seafood street’s restaurants saw heavy foot traffic and rapid ingredient consumption; now, only a few expensive seafood items remained unsold.

Since these expensive items were hard to sell, vendors couldn’t keep them alive indefinitely—some were pickled raw, others wine-braised, soaked overnight to reach peak flavor by noon tomorrow.

“I can eat the wine-braised ones, but I think I’d better not—I’m afraid I’ll go home reeking of alcohol and get interrogated by Yu Xueqing.”

An Sheng was about to nod, but then thought: he’d be going to bed soon, and smelling of alcohol wasn’t ideal, so he shook his head to decline.

Seeing Fuli Lao Ye shake his head, Lin Ying picked up her phone and sent a message to Lin Shu, telling her to buy some fruit and raw seafood.

After messaging Lin Shu, Lin Ying also texted the housekeeper, asking her to preheat water and prepare ingredients for cooking seafood, so that as soon as she got home, the seafood could be boiled immediately.

After arranging Fuli Lao Ye’s snack, Lin Ying handed her phone to him.

The little fox curled up on Lin Ying’s lap, leaning against the armrest, browsing Xianyu’s [New Energy Fishing Rod].

Battle with the Strange Fish.

An Sheng realized a weakness: the strange fish’s durability was clearly inferior to the lean-dog Ravine wild boar or the Changping Mountain Pet Park crocodile, so it probably wasn’t a dominant-level spirit beast.

But because it held the advantage of terrain, had it not been for that high-powered speedboat suddenly appearing before him…

Tonight, the strange fish almost got away.

An Sheng planned to keep a new energy fishing rod on hand, to prevent similar sneaky creatures from escaping due to his mediocre swimming skills.

An Sheng sent a private message to the seller, saying his purpose in buying the new energy fishing rod was to electrocute blue whales, and asked how much a rod capable of making a blue whale dance would cost.

He sent the message, but received no reply—it was already 2:30 a.m., and everyone who should be asleep was asleep.

…………

Back in Zhangxizhen.

Lin Ying handed the ingredients to the housekeeper, instructing them to cook everything and deliver it to the master’s room; there was also a portion of raw-pickled and wine-braised shrimp and crab packed for everyone else.

Back in her bedroom, Lin Ying sat on a chair, waiting for the food to arrive. She carefully removed all the meat from the crab shells and took apart the fortune shrimp before going to the bathroom to shower.

The little fox stayed at Lin Ying’s house until nearly 4 a.m., then sneaked home, glancing up at the house where Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao lived.

Along the eaves of the third-floor roof, some camera mounts had been installed at some point.

“Installing cameras in the village isn’t good—it harms neighborly harmony.”

The little fox’s expression turned strange; he jumped back outside, gathered some small stones, and placed them on Yu Xueqing’s wall, planning to smash their windows tomorrow after waking up.

Tonight was fine—it was too late already, and he didn’t want to disturb Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing’s sleep.

An Sheng washed his feet, opened the bedroom door, and tiptoed toward the bed.

Yu Xueqing was wrapped in a blanket, covering her stomach; Mo Yiqing, curled up on the inner side, was entirely tucked under her own blanket, not a single part exposed.

“Why are you sleeping in my spot?”

“Yu Xueqing, call Old Man tomorrow and tell him Fuli Lao Ye hates 1.8×2-meter beds—get him to order a 2×2 bed, or even 2.2×2.”

An Sheng yawned, circled around the bed between Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing, flattening the uneven spots with his paws, then settled down on Yu Xueqing’s pillow.

“Goodnight.”

Mo Yiqing poked her head out, removed her Bluetooth earpiece, and as she pulled back the blanket, the glow of her phone hidden beneath it lit up the room.

“Yu Xueqing wasn’t lying—the blanket really does grow foxes.”

“And a clean one, at that.”

An Sheng’s posture was human-like: his tiny paws curled against his chest, his head tilted upward as he slept. Mo Yiqing, using the screen’s glow, could clearly see no dust on the fox’s four little paws.

Mo Yiqing stared in astonishment, murmuring in wonder.

…………

The next morning.

Yu Xueqing had already risen; beneath the blanket, Mo Yiqing and An Sheng were still fast asleep.

Mo Yiqing slept on her side, one hand resting on the fox’s belly, her pale, slender thigh pinning the blanket—and along with it, the fox’s fluffy tail.

“Yin?”

The little fox’s ears twitched slightly, as if hearing a sound; he sat up on the bed, eyes half-lidded, gazing toward the doorway.

“Feels like Yu Xueqing’s calling me.” An Sheng glanced at Mo Yiqing’s phone screen—the lock screen showed 8:53 a.m., still over an hour before his natural wake-up time.

“Yin.”

An Sheng, drowsy and drooping, opened the door and shuffled into the corridor where the air conditioner had just turned on.

As soon as An Sheng stepped out, he froze—Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao were inside the house.

Su Qiyuan beamed with courtesy, shoving a large box into Yu Xueqing’s arms, cheerfully saying:

“Really, don’t be so polite—if your little fox hadn’t spoken up last night, I never would’ve realized I forgot to pull the handbrake.”

“It’s fine the car got hit, but if it had hit someone, things would’ve been a nightmare. These are just some local specialties from our hometown—don’t refuse them.”

“No, no—these wines are too expensive. You really don’t need to be so generous. I’m glad Little An helped you, but gifts aren’t necessary.”

Yu Xueqing stared at the wine and smoked cured meats inside the box and refused to accept them.

“I didn’t go out partying last night—I was planning to smash your windows. How could I have had time to remind you about the handbrake?”

Half-asleep, An Sheng was about to retort, but then realized something: Su Qiyuan’s claim about being reminded about the handbrake was likely false.

But An Sheng had thrown him a metal part; even though Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao weren’t responsible for such matters, a contribution was still a contribution—it wouldn’t be swallowed due to rank or position.

Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao had come to repay a favor.

Yu Xueqing and Su Qiyuan continued their polite back-and-forth, one offering, the other refusing, over the gifts.

Meanwhile, Bai Tao, emboldened by Yu Xueqing’s presence, darted over to the dominant-level white fox who had just woken up.

She set down a paper box, pulled out a steaming roasted chicken from inside.

Then she took out a copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, smiled brightly at the little fox, and said: “Thank you so much, Master Fuli. Let’s go to the courtyard—I’ll tell you a story while I feed you the roast chicken, okay?”

Bai Tao waved the book in front of the little fox, her tone full of girlish coyness—she treated the fox not as a pet, but as a person.

A dominant-level spirit beast’s intelligence was no less than a human’s—only its knowledge differed.

“????”

An Sheng glanced at the roast chicken, then at the book with “Grimm’s Fairy Tales” on the cover.

But as the book swayed, his sharp eyes caught two extremely familiar titles written on the inside page after the cover:

“Moral Cultivation, Legal Foundations, Modern History Outline, and Revised Marxism Collection.”

An Sheng slowly blinked, stared at Bai Tao’s beaming face, and couldn’t help blurting out:

“Foxes are canids, after all.”

“But in terms of acting like a dog, I think I should make room for you—you really don’t treat me as a fox at all! You’re already giving me college courses!”

“You think foxes can’t read, huh?”

“Even if I couldn’t read, I can count! ‘Grimm’s Fairy Tales’ is only four characters—count how many are on that inside page! Why don’t you just throw Capital into the binder too!”

Morning.

The little fox turned beet red and started yelling.

Memories from his past life flooded An Sheng’s mind, leaving him utterly numb.

(End of Chapter)