Chapter 210: Great, none of you have changed

"Master Fuli wants to go home; I'll take Master Fuli back first!"

Bai Tao noticed that Master Fuli's tiny hands weren't particularly clean, but adhesive remover wasn't a highly regulated substance; after reporting it to Feng Wenyu, the matter was dropped.

After all,

everything was clutched in Master Fuli's arms—how could they go over and snatch it back?

It wasn't anything too important; if Master Fuli really got upset, it might be fine if soothed, but if not—and the caretaker wasn't around—

Feng Wenyu genuinely worried that the Fuli might pick up a hammer and chase after them to bite their backsides.

Although Feng Wenyu said they didn't need to care.

But Bai Tao felt she'd need to re-plan her lessons tonight, focusing heavily on moral and ideological education.

…………

Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao drove an old sedan and delivered Master Fuli back to Zhangxizhen before 9: 0.

"Huh?"

An Sheng climbed over his backyard wall, staring blankly at his dark, fog-lit house, scratching his head as he looked toward the neighbor's courtyard: "Afu, why is there no one at my house?"

Fu, who had gradually emerged from the shadow of losing Mao Dan and grown more optimistic, barked a few times at the fox.

Your master? They went out for dinner in the evening—something about going somewhere to eat?

"They went shopping without me?"

An Sheng sat cross-legged on the wall, arms folded, staring in disbelief at the pitch-black house.

But before An Sheng could cackle and run inside to open the fridge, stretch out, and sip cold cola, a "Chili Fish Head" electric vehicle suddenly shot out from the country road.

Under An Sheng's bewildered gaze, the Chili Fish Head nearly flipped as it turned, pulling up to the door; Mo Yiqing burst out of the car, face pale, and rushed inside the self-built house.

"What happened?"

An Sheng looked at Qing, who had gotten out of the passenger seat, his expression odd as he let out a confused whimper.

"Xiao An, you're back just in time—we packed you some grilled skewers and a fruit platter."

Qing, seeing An Sheng on the wall, beamed and held up the plastic bag in her hand, filled with the freshly packed food.

The two entered the house and turned on the lights; from the bathroom came heavy breathing and curses.

"What's wrong with Mo Mo?"

An Sheng leapt onto the table, flipping through the food Qing had brought him, his expression strange as he glanced toward the bathroom: "I don't think ordinary constipation causes this kind of effect."

"You're asking about Mo Mo? While we were eating, Mo Mo scrolled through the music notes and found a dish labeled 'Spicy to the Extreme, Cao Family'—the reviews all said it was explosively spicy, so Mo Mo thought it was interesting and ordered it."

Yu Xueqing, washing her hands in the kitchen, heard the little fox's question and replied with a look of complete normalcy.

Mo Mo was famously fond of food, and when eating, she always went for the restaurant's signature and authentic dishes.

If everyone says 'Spicy to the Extreme' is authentic, then order it!

"Yeah, got hit by Cao Family's Spicy to the Extreme," Qing summed up Mo Mo's situation.

"Ssshh."

From the bathroom, Mo Yiqing stepped out, legs spread, took a deep breath, her face back to normal but still grimacing, turned the fan to maximum, aimed it at the sofa, and collapsed flat on her back, lifting her rear toward the fan.

"."

The little fox's expression was odd as he glanced between Mo Yiqing and Qing; Qing moved around the house as if nothing had happened, bringing Mo Mo a glass of water.

"Why don't you wash up? Or use some wet wipes to soothe it?"

Qing sat on the chair, looking at Mo Yiqing's utterly defeated face and suggested: "I already told you, that kind of spice isn't for us—when Ling Ren saw the chili peppers on the menu, she'd have stepped back in alarm."

Qing scolded Mo Yiqing, opened the plastic bag on the table, and prepared to feed the little fox some fruit.

Except—

The room had been dim before, and Qing hadn't noticed; now that the lights were on, she suddenly realized An Sheng was filthy all over, covered in dust, and reeked of alkaline water.

"Xiao An… how did you get so dirty? Are those dust particles cement?"

"Ying ying!" An Sheng shrugged and told Qing about his bug-fighting ordeal.

"What? You got thrown over the shoulder by a giant bug?" Qing stared at the little fox in shock.

According to An Sheng's account, he was strolling when a giant insect suddenly leapt out, terrifying him into flailing on the ground, his screams echoing down the entire village.

"Pretty much—but the protagonist got reversed. It was me who made that parasite scramble everywhere, and I smashed it with a hammer from male to devoted wife and mother." An Sheng corrected Qing's wording—don't flip the protagonist.

After eating the honeydew, Qing picked up the filthy little fox and carried him to the bathroom to wash him.

Outside, Mo Yiqing peeked nervously at the bathroom, trembling as she reached for a pack of baby wipes on the table and shamefully applied them.

"This time… really got hit by Cao Family."

Mo Yiqing muttered bitterly, raising her hand to lower the air conditioner's temperature further.

"Qing! Do you have insecticide? There are twin-tailed little spirits on your ceiling again!"

"It's fine! I've already negotiated with them—everything below two meters is ours; above two meters and the tops of wardrobes are theirs. As long as they bathe regularly, I'll feed them for free."

Qing, behind the bathroom door, called out to soothe Mo Yiqing.

Since insecticide couldn't eliminate those fierce cockroaches, Qing had to take an indirect approach.

She negotiated with the cockroach family, dividing territories and signing a shared-rental agreement.

But the cockroach family had a strange condition: they wanted one bottle of insecticide per month from her.

Mo Yiqing: "."

Is this… something you can negotiate?

Don't negotiate everything, okay? I'm scared!

………………

After washing up in turn, An Sheng flopped onto the bed, leaning against Qing's shoulder, comfortably scrolling through short videos with her.

Qing's short video preferences were fifty percent cute pets, twenty percent beauty and fashion influencers, and thirty percent agriculture.

An Sheng could follow all of it.

Except—

After watching for a while, a message popped up in Yu Xueqing's dorm group chat.

Ling Ren: 【video. p4】

Qing tilted her head, puzzled, and opened the video Ling Ren had posted.

The screen showed two girls, heavily filtered and exquisitely beautiful, hugging each other; their eyes met the camera and they gently kissed.

After watching, Yu Xueqing was baffled, opened her emoji pack, and sent a confused panda emoji.

Mo Yiqing, lying beside the little fox, used her phone to send a manga image: a female character wielding a phantom dragon, beating another character, with the caption: "So flirtatious, yet won't even let you have her."

Another roommate, Tang You, immediately cursed: she'd been playing computer games in the living room while family and relatives drank and boasted nearby—how dare she post this, trying to get her killed?

Ling Ren sent a voice message:

"My dearest sisters, it's been nearly a month since we last met—I'm so glad you haven't turned into female statues."

"I'll be returning to campus around the 20th—what about you? Let's set a time to meet at the Female Statue Bar and check each other, see if any traitors have emerged!"

Qing & Mo Yiqing & Tang You: "."

(End of Chapter)