Chapter 118: Hehehe, let me see what

“Aowu——”

A white giant wolf leapt over the wall of the seafood market, its back carrying a small fox. After glancing left and right, the fox pointed northward; the white wolf led the dog pack off toward the north.

“White, go faster! That guy—I feel if we’re too late, something bad will happen.”

An Sheng glanced at his wish list, paused briefly, then spoke.

Tonight’s street patrol lasted only three hours total.

Unlike himself, White and the others might get a light whipping—or worse, face punishment from their master—if they didn’t get home before three.

So while curled up on Lin Ying’s lap pretending to nap, An Sheng had already planned his route, aiming to complete three to six wild wishes collected from the Tianhou Temple before dawn, all within three hours.

He’d also take the chance to track down the elusive hedgehog who ruled the city district.

The first wisher didn’t live in the dock area, but according to the location marked on the wish list, he was currently in Bar Street.

【Why does my bitter wine hurt my heart? I’m clean-cut and harmless—who did I offend? Wuhuuhu. Mazu, I met another guy yesterday—he asked me, “You’re so pretty, wanna try cosplay?” He said it with his mouth, but I could tell he just wanted to trick me into being a little girl. — From a handsome tourist boy in Shancheng, speaking bitterly to Mazu, his face full of sorrow; men who see him ask about his eyes, women who see him suffer from zero-tolerance panic, terrified he’ll fling shit at them.】

【Wish fulfilled: Just KKP (a lifelong virgin, pure-hearted young man who, due to his environment and looks, wanted to kiss girls but somehow ended up as a girl’s best friend).】

“White, faster! I’m afraid this air conditioner guy will get picked up and turned into a sunflower.”

The first wisher asked for nothing more than a hug from a girl—it wasn’t even a real wish.

A cute, pretty-faced puppy boy is actually quite sought-after in the dating market, especially among older women and mature ladies who adore little wolf pups or puppy boys.

But using his past-life sales experience, An Sheng quickly analyzed the wish list details and deduced a plausible answer along with a character profile.

This handsome, lifelong-virgin young man.

He’s most likely gentle-natured, and because of his looks, he was probably called “effeminate” by classmates during school, forced to live among girls as one of them.

He wants to date girls, but his mouth stays shut; he’s always warm and caring, yet never catches romantic chances—gradually becoming a girl’s best friend.

He’s currently traveling, probably hoping to escape his old environment and social circle, seeking opportunity—or maybe just to snag a half-drunk target in a bar.

An Sheng wasn’t afraid of anything else—he feared this air conditioner guy would become prey and enter a whole new world.

Didn’t he just meet a girl with a masculine look this morning?

Her situation was the exact opposite of this air conditioner guy’s.

She didn’t lack female attention—even if not lesbian, many were willing to date her just for her sake, and she often pretended to be her girlfriends’ boyfriends, posting photos online to show off her new cool-guy boyfriend.

“White, take the left alley.”

After transforming, Tu Song White had grown enormous and carried the dog pack; An Sheng worried he’d cause chaos if White entered Bar Street, so he told him to wait in the adjacent alley.

He himself, as a fox, would go with a sack, trap the target, and deliver him to Lin Yuhua Hall, Building C, Unit 802.

“Huh? Did I drink too much? Why am I seeing a white fox carrying a woven bag?”

A girl who’d just vomited on the street, leaning against a wall, froze, tugged her friend, and pointed across the road—there, a fox carrying a woven bag trotted briskly into Bar Street.

“Fox! Pet it!”

Once confirmed it was a real fox, several half-drunk girls blocked its path, tentatively reaching out hands and pulling out phones to take photos.

“Yingyingying!”

An Sheng swiftly raised a paw, blocking the camera lens, his face dark with annoyance as he whimpered:

“Hey hey hey! Don’t spread rumors! I’m just a fox—how could I possibly go to bars!”

“You can’t pet foxes—not because I’m picky, but because I worry you’ll get used to it, petting wild foxes outside, and end up getting beaten up for your dirty little hands.”

“If you want to pet a fox, follow Yinfu Platform’s Yu Xueqing Tea Story livestream—Foxie appears regularly.”

The little fox, with two lipstick smudges on his face, firmly refused all interaction, shaking his head to decline hugs.

Tu Song White was still waiting outside; the air conditioner guy was still waiting inside; if we’re late, the air conditioner guy might get picked up by a man or woman, and White and the others might run into a dog-catcher team.

No way. No way.

The little fox refused the stranger’s invitation and found his target in Bar Street.

A clean-cut young man with a buzzcut and a metal earring on his earlobe.

He’d tried hard to dress like a trendy guy, but it looked utterly off.

Still, An Sheng didn’t care about those details—he was just a part-time “Duo La Hu Meng,” not a professional “Matchmaker Fox.” He’d deliver this air conditioner guy to the cool-girl’s place and let her inspect the goods.

In the dim bar, An Sheng glanced around, and while no one noticed the dark booth, he slipped the drunken target into a sack and dragged him toward the back alley.

Once outside the back door, the little fox stood upright, hoisted the sack, and scaled the walls, retreating over billboards or second-floor platforms.

“White, go! First to Lin Yuhua Hall, then to the nearby People’s Hospital.”

The little fox, carrying the sack, leapt onto White’s back and excitedly called out.

On his shoulder wasn’t a sack—it was two points of wish power, already in hand.

“Aowu.”

Hearing this, Tu Song White raced through the city, following his brother’s directions, leading the dog pack over walls into a residential compound, taking the freight elevator to the eighth floor.

An Sheng placed the air conditioner guy at the door of 802, then signaled White and the others to hide in the stairwell.

The little fox stood upright, leaned against the wall, and pounded hard on the door to alert the cool-girl inside.

“Bang bang bang—”

After three muffled knocks, the little fox dashed to the stairwell, curled up on White’s back, mimicking the dogs’ behavior—sneaking close to the door, peeking out just half his head to watch.

“What the hell! Who is it?! Do you think my front door was a free gift from the renovation crew, slamming it like that?!”

Shen Qian, in a pink pajama, flung open her door, brandishing a resistance bar, ready to yell at whoever dared knock so hard.

But the door hit resistance—as if it had struck something.

The girl with a masculine face and a dolphin-bun looked down and saw a drunk man lying at her doorstep.

She froze, hesitated, then extended her bare foot and poked him—felt his breathing—then gave him a firm nudge, staring at the unconscious drunk.

Seeing his pale, rosy skin, as if blushing like a shy maiden, Shen Qian stared in shock: “Holy shit! Is Mazu’s wish-granting that powerful? I wished this morning, and tonight a drunk guy who fits my taste shows up at my door!”

“Wait—Mazu doesn’t even charge a ticket fee, just drops people off via Didi? Isn’t that a loss?”

Though she muttered this, she didn’t drag him inside—instead, she patted the man lying at her door.

“Wuhuuhu… n-no men… I don’t want men… or cross-dressing… I really like girls… I won’t let my first time be with a guy!” The clean-cut boy, half-conscious, opened his eyes to see himself lying in a man’s arms—his survival instinct flared, and he struggled violently.

“Damn guy! I’ll hit you with this bar!” Shen Qian glared at the limp pile of flesh on the floor.

(End of chapter)