Chapter 123: The Ideological and Political Teacher Chased After Him

“Mmm—”

Before eight in the morning, the little fox, having slept less than four hours, opened her eyes, stood on the bed, stretched her front paws forward, lifted her hindquarters, and let out a long, luxurious yawn.

“Why are you awake so early?” After stretching, An Sheng flopped back onto the bed, rolled over, and looked toward Yu Xueqing, who was bustling about.

Mo Yiqing, also a night owl, sat on the edge of the bed in a black lace-trimmed lingerie set, looking utterly bewildered as she watched Yu Xueqing rummage through drawers.

“What are you looking for so early?”

“That thing! Don’t you remember? I’m due next, then you, then Lingren and Tang You,” Yu Xueqing said, slightly embarrassed. “And you two should get up too—we’re leaving soon.”

“It’s summer break, weekends, beachside rooms are hard to book—if we don’t check in by ten, the hotel might cancel our reservation.”

“Oh, I almost forgot—we’re due for our monthly torment in two days. I’ve gotten so used to you and your boyfriend reminding me.”

“Then we really should race to the beach before we end up splattering sand with blood, making everyone think we got eaten by sharks.”

“.”

Yu Xueqing rolled her eyes—she was the most punctual among them, like a living calendar.

Though their schedules originally differed, living in the same dorm had gradually aligned them.

Yu Xueqing would sound the alarm first, then Mo Yiqing and Lingren, with Tang You slightly later.

“So, do you have any with you? If not, we’ll need to buy some later.”

“Of course I didn’t bring any pads! Back at school, my boyfriend always prepared them. If she doesn’t take care of me, what’s the point of having someone to touch after bed?” Mo Yiqing said with complete certainty, utterly unbothered.

Though she didn’t know how responsibility for menstruation should be divided in a relationship, according to Mo Yiqing’s simple logic:

Isn’t it normal for a boyfriend to handle all the care during menstruation—pads, tampons, whatever?

Out of thirty days a month, she spends twenty-eight taking care of him. Now that she’s unwell, who else should take care of her?

You can’t keep all the benefits and then expect me to take extra care of myself afterward. That would be a total loss.

“Can you even use a boyfriend like that?” Yu Xueqing stared at Mo Yiqing, baffled, scratching her head as if her brain were slightly itchy.

“I don’t get it. Forget it. An Sheng, get up and take a piss already—we’re leaving soon.”

“Mmm…”

Hearing that, An Sheng sighed in relief: “Our Qing is still the best—she never gets competitive about weird things or demands I take some gynecological nursing exam.”

“Otherwise… I’d be totally foxed out.”

An Sheng mentally grumbled, sauntered outside, and headed to water the tea bushes on the flowerbed.

After fertilizing and watering the lone sapling, the little fox leapt over the wall and set off for Chen Zhi’s house.

Though An Sheng had been busy gathering wish energy last night, he hadn’t forgotten about the tea competition.

Some tea-making tools and raw material harvesting still needed Chen Zhi’s help.

Unfortunately, Chen Zhi had vanished somewhere last night—An Sheng found no one at his house.

“Master Fuli? Want to come over for breakfast?”

As soon as An Sheng stepped out, he met Bai Tao sitting on her front porch, holding a book and a notepad, apparently writing something.

Seeing the little fox, she smiled warmly, pointed inside, and extended the most sincere invitation.

“Eat breakfast at your place?”

“No way. I’m afraid you’ll trick me into studying for the postgraduate exam—and in philosophy, the hardest major to get a job in.”

An Sheng glanced at Bai Tao, face grim, waved his paws frantically in refusal, and hurried past her door.

“Master Fuli, don’t go! Let me tell you another story!” Bai Tao rushed forward to stop him—she’d worked hard preparing her lesson last night.

After all, those who follow different paths cannot work together. She aimed to systematically educate Master Fuli, dispel his wild nature, and help him settle peacefully in the city, charming people and eating well.

If possible, she’d even give him a deep lecture on the Dao De Jing, Marxist Philosophy, and Das Kapital.

Seeing the Ideological and Political teacher chasing after him, the little fox used his acrobatic skills and vanished before Bai Tao’s eyes.

Bai Tao had been about to pursue him, but as she climbed the wall, she spotted a young man in the courtyard holding a toothbrush and cup, foam around his mouth.

The young man stared blankly at Bai Tao, frozen mid-brushing.

Bai Tao sheepishly climbed back down outside the wall.

…………

An Sheng arrived at Chen Zhi’s house and knocked. Chen Zhi, still groggy and smelling of alcohol, opened the door.

“Mmm—”

An Sheng raised a paw to gesture. Chen Zhi immediately squatted down, face twisted in distress:

“Master Fuli! We’re going to jail doing this!”

“Mmm?”

An Sheng stared at Chen Zhi in surprise—he hadn’t done anything. Why jail again?

“Last night! I was at the same bar, saw you kidnap someone. I wanted to follow, but I couldn’t leave…”

Chen Zhi’s face was full of anguish as he tried to correct the little fox’s behavior:

“You didn’t… take his kidneys, did you?”

An Sheng rolled his eyes and typed:

【Don’t pry into Fuli’s business. Last night’s guy was Li Wen—he’s my friend’s boyfriend. I just went over to help.】

【By the way, prepare a cast-iron wok, about eight inches across, for tea roasting. You’ve got other tea tools, right? If not, help me set up a tea room with a charcoal roasting chamber. Tell me how much it costs—I’ll transfer you via WeChat.】

An Sheng pushed his phone back. Chen Zhi glanced at the screen, froze, rubbed his eyes, widened them, and gasped:

“Master Fuli, is this really appropriate?”

【What’s appropriate or not? I’ll give you a share of the tea when it’s done. Also, I’m going to the beach for a few days—please take care of the tea bushes on my flowerbed. See you in a few days.】

The little fox typed confidently. With old friends like Chen Zhi, he never took advantage—he paid full rental fees.

Chen Zhi’s money wasn’t blown in on windfalls.

After registering WeChat for the little fox, Lin Ying had transferred twenty thousand yuan into it as daily spending and online shopping funds for Master Fuli.

Watching Master Fuli leave, Chen Zhi wiped sweat from his forehead:

“Is this about rent? Master Fuli roasting Xia Dong’s firewood iron wok oolong…”

“Tea personally roasted by the Master…”

“Can I even drink this? Even if Master Fuli isn’t exactly dignified holding a machine gun, he’s still a proper immortal—will drinking his tea shorten my life?”

Chen Zhi stared at his phone screen, face turning purple with suffocation: “Ah Hong… this is a sin!”

“He’s forcing Master Fuli to perform for money!”

…………

Chen Zhi’s inner thoughts were lost to the little fox, who had already left and was now stepping onto the sunny beach.

Mo Yiqing drove, Yu Xueqing sat in the passenger seat, Master Fuli rested his two tiny paws on the backseat, curled on the center console, grinning happily, emitting soft mmm sounds.

“We’re almost at the beach—no livestream? I’ll swap swimsuits with Qiu Lingling and be your backdrop.”

“No, no—I’m afraid I’ll get permanently banned,” Yu Xueqing said to Mo Yiqing, her tone gloomy. “You gave me a single yawn that got me banned for half a day. If I put on a swimsuit and show off this scar the size of a bowl on my chest, the AI moderator will jump through the internet and smack my head.”

“Pfft! Moderators have low standards—they can’t stand viewers getting eight dishes and one soup.”

"Pfft! Your review score is too low—you’re impotent if you can’t even get the audience a eight-dish one-soup meal."

(End of chapter)