Chapter 211: I, this great master, must figure out why he

"By the way, about returning to school, when are you planning to go back?"

Mo Yiqing glanced at the dorm group chat where Lingren was posting nonsense, rolled her eyes subtly, and turned to her bedmate Aqing: "I remember our school doesn't allow pets—when school starts, should we keep Xiao'an at the apartment I rented?"

"Returning to school?"

After a moment's thought, Aqing said: "I'm planning to go back around the 24th or 25th. Too late, and I'll be fighting other schools for tickets."

"As for Xiao'an, though I'm reluctant, I'm going to leave him with my parents—they both adore him. Especially my dad—he's practically enshrined him as a god of wealth."

"What? You're not taking me to school? You're leaving me behind like some abandoned child?" An Sheng stared at Aqing in disbelief: "You—"

"It's fine, Xiao'an. There's Mid-Autumn Festival in September and National Day in October—I'll come back often." Aqing, seeing the fox whimper, sighed helplessly.

"Our school doesn't allow pets. Even though the Animal College permits them, if we send Xiao'an there, the little animals quickly turn into pigs. It's not really suitable."

The Animal College allows pets, but the animals there often develop pigification issues.

One moment, a senior walks through the campus feeding the animals; the next, juniors pass by, see the animals looking pitiful, and feed them again—then the actual research team members and owners come back to feed them once more.

Or some herbivores sneak over to the neighboring Agriculture College to steal food.

Nine meals a day—that's being conservative.

If Xiao'an were boarded at the Animal College, Aqing genuinely feared the students there would feed the little fox ten or twenty pounds of food in a single day.

Given the Animal College students' habits, they'd absolutely do something this insane.

"Fine, don't take me! Like I need a ticket to board the high-speed train or a plane!"

"A true man born under heaven and earth shouldn't need to show ID wherever he goes! I'll book a flight tonight and fly straight to your school—I'll take a dump right on your principal's desk."

An Sheng snorted, turned his head, and pressed it onto Mo Yiqing's arm, then kicked Aqing's arm hard—his whole face radiated displeasure.

"Don't be mad, Xiao'an. Come here—I'll clean your ears properly for you, okay?"

Aqing's forehead twitched with black lines as she pinned the fox down and coaxed him soothingly.

"Ying ying ying—"

The cotton swab rubbed inside his ear, making the fur on his ear flap gently sway. The fox, who had been scowling, slowly rolled his eyes upward, his cheeks flushed with pleasure, his whimpers continuous.

"Massage? You've got to have Aqing for that!"

"Add two hundred to the massage fee—I'll deduct it from Bai Tao's allowance tomorrow."

…………

The next morning.

Aqing woke Xiao'an and took him out for a snack; bringing the fox to school, however, was impossible—strictly forbidden on campus.

Even if she truly rented a separate apartment for Xiao'an,

Aqing still felt it was wrong. Foxes are naturally street-loving creatures; forcing him to stay cooped up indoors would be cruel—better to leave him in Jiule, where he could at least play with his fox and dog friends.

"Want to go for tea? Take me along! I just need to use the restroom first."

Hearing Aqing mention tea, Mo Yiqing forgot her abdominal discomfort and dashed to the bathroom, eager to purge last night's toxins before heading out for snacks.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been pooping all night." Aqing looked at Mo Mo with concern.

"What's not okay? If I have to, I'll get an IV." Mo Yiqing scoffed.

"Even a dog eating that would jump up and curse." An Sheng muttered inwardly.

"I'll have my dad cover the tea stall today!"

Seeing Mo Yiqing's condition, Aqing grew increasingly worried and insisted on taking her to the hospital.

Aqing's plan for today wasn't to livestream at the tea competition venue—she'd already seen nearly everything worth showing over the past two days.

The tea competition was a wild celebration for tea farmers, merchants, enthusiasts, and local agricultural support groups—they'd love to hold official competitions every day.

But for most people, it was just a spectacle.

Once you'd seen the tea competition zone and the direct sales zone, you'd seen it all.

Unless someone planned to do business in this field, two days was enough to taste every tea.

So Aqing's plan today was to take her livestream audience to the Pet Park, and maybe also show them the fishermen.

The kind who sit all day with a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of water, and a fishing rod.

Aqing didn't know those people personally, but Yu Zhenghong did.

He knew where the most air force fishermen gathered.

If you mentioned his title, "Threaded Steel Fishing Master," the fishermen would give you respect.

Except—

Between tea and livestreaming, Aqing felt the most important thing she should do was take Mo Mo to the emergency room.

"Drive your car—I'm swollen," Mo Yiqing said, face dark with lines: "I'm afraid if it bounces twice, I'll split open."

The Hellcat was great, but its playfulness outweighed practicality—the suspension and seats, while far better than racing bucket seats, were still rigid.

…………

Aqing helped Mo Yiqing out the door and into their home's Chili Fish Head electric scooter.

But An Sheng didn't know that shortly after they left,

a golden giant lizard crept out from Su Qiyuan's house, peeking over the wall, scanning the road.

Jin Wanlin looked at Great Dragon and said with exasperation: "Is this really meaningful?"

"Hmph! That lucky fox is so strong—he must be injecting himself and taking pills during training, otherwise how could he withstand that damn hammer!" Great Dragon growled angrily: "I won't rest until I find out what needles and powders that fox is using. I won't lose here!"

Jin Wanlin's lip twitched slightly, her face dark with black lines.

Though the parasitic beast issue had been settled once and for all by the Lucky Fox Elder, who crushed the parasite into submission,

the troubles in Jiule City weren't over.

Members of the poaching gang funded by the Longevity Club were still scattered throughout Jiule City.

Even though the White Snake was dead and their mission impossible, these people still carried weapons—dangerous and not to be ignored.

The Lucky Fox Elder had been so busy beating the parasitic beast that he forgot to beat the poachers too.

"Let me take a look… hmm?"

Great Dragon climbed along Aqing's fence, into the self-built house, trying to uncover the secret behind the muscle-bound Lucky Fox Elder's strength.

But—

The moment Great Dragon stepped inside, she saw a scene that shook her to the core.

A jet-black giant cockroach was crouched atop a bottle of insecticide, lifting its forelimbs to squeeze the spray nozzle, letting the liquid jet out.

And the giant cockroach was pressed against the nozzle, devouring the insecticide with obvious pleasure.

"Zizizi?"

The black-breasted cockroach seemed to sense an intruder at the door and slowly turned, exposing the explosive muscles on its abdomen.

"Huh?" Great Dragon stared, dumbfounded—what the hell, this cockroach is insanely muscular! What hormones did it eat?

You said it doesn't take injections or pills?

Your house's cockroaches have mutated!

(End of Chapter)