Chapter 292: Fox Fox Club

“Just once, just once, okay?”

Although Fuli Master had refused her, Tang You still pressed forward with brazen persistence, taking the little fox’s paw and pressing it against the screen—ten consecutive pulls later, her heart sank halfway; nothing but pure blue sky and white clouds.

The King’s Gacha has a guaranteed system; even exhausting all guarantees costs only a few hundred yuan.

But precisely because of the guarantee system, pulling a skin before exhausting the guarantees is worth boasting about.

Tang You had just finished bragging to her group chat about pulling a golden CS skin, claiming she was blessed with supreme fortune.

But the truth was, she had no fortune at all—the one truly favored by destiny was Hu San TaiYe.

“Oh, Fox Grandpa! So lucky!”

Disbelieving fate, Tang You grabbed the little fox’s paw and pressed it against the screen—a pile of detective coins appeared, making Tang You’s throat dry as she swallowed hard.

“.”

Bao Zhe the little fox, held by Yu Xueqing, looked at Tang You beside her with an expression of helplessness and said:

“Don’t fall into feudal superstition—our Xiao An is just an ordinary little fox; he can’t possibly guarantee wins.”

“Fine then!”

Tang You stared at the coins on the screen and sighed: “Then I’ll spend 648 yuan, exhaust all the guarantees, and just buy it outright.”

Yu Xueqing: “.”

Did I mean that?

“Hey!”

An Sheng, while Yu Xueqing wasn’t looking and Tang You’s big black hand hadn’t touched him, extended his tiny foot and gave the ten-pull button a light kick.

Ten-pull initiated.

Ten cards flew out of the magic hat—Kogami and Kaito’s skins appeared on the screen.

Tang You: “.”

Yu Xueqing: “.”

Tang You looked at Yu Xueqing, then at the little fox.

Yu Xueqing covered the little fox’s eyes and said:

“Little fox, don’t look at your phone—it hurts your eyes. We’ll go shopping soon.” Yu Xueqing finished and hurriedly picked up the little fox and walked away from the sofa.

Tang You already spent too much on gacha; Yu Xueqing feared that if she and the little fox teamed up, they’d vanish forever down the path of the ultimate gacha sow—even though it wasn’t her own money, she still felt it was wrong.

She worried that if this continued, Tang You’s family ranch might turn into an internet cafe.

…………

“Why is everyone sitting? Didn’t we say we were going shopping?” Ling Ren emerged from the bathroom, looking utterly relaxed, and saw Mo Yiqing sprawled on the sofa with one foot on the table, Yu Xueqing hurrying away with the little fox, and Tang You trailing behind with a mournful expression.

“We’re waiting for you. You were in the bathroom for almost half an hour.” Mo Yiqing shifted her gaze from her selfie screen and complained to Ling Ren: “Did you blow up the toilet?”

“Ladylike.”

Ling Ren waved dismissively: “I was checking the bathroom ceiling. Women on the go—paying attention to safety and privacy is never a mistake.”

Facing Ling Ren, who called herself a woman, Mo Yiqing glanced at her chest, then looked away. Ling Ren seemed to sense it, hugged her arms to her chest, and blushed.

“Let’s go! I heard traffic on Bu Ye Cheng is terrible—even bicycles get stuck.” Mo Yiqing sat up from the sofa, grabbed her car keys, and said to everyone: “Let’s hurry over!”

“First, let’s buy a bunch of stuff, then go shopping—get two authentic Hanfu outfits to pair with black tights.”

“Yay!” Ling Ren cheered excitedly—no one knew if it was for shopping or something else.

Everyone packed up, pulled out their room card, exited the suite, and took the elevator downstairs.

“Ying ying~”

Just as they were about to leave, they saw a strange sight in the hotel lobby.

Dozens of small foxes, each with different appearances and colors, emerged from behind the hotel, chirping to each other as they scampered toward the lobby stairs.

A jet-black bat-eared fox led the way with light, bouncy steps; two Tibetan foxes followed with sour, world-weary expressions; behind them, several sand foxes with wolf-dog appearances barked like dogs.

“Excuse us, we need space—these little ones are heading upstairs to the Fox Fox Club for ear cleaning and wellness.”

The receptionist in the front desk, seeing the four people and one fox descending, smiled and spoke to them.

The bat-eared fox and Tibetan foxes’ expressions were sour, as if everyone owed them millions.

But their chirps, and the barks of the pseudo-fox sand foxes, all conveyed one thing:

They were extremely excited.

They all longed for the Fox Fox Club, eager to receive ear cleaning and wellness services.

“Yu Xueqing, I want to go too.”

Hearing the bat-eared fox say things like “so good I peed myself” and “tail spinning like a helicopter,” An Sheng’s eyes lit up with curiosity as he stared at the line of foxes climbing the stairs.

Compared to An Sheng, the bat-eared fox, Tibetan fox, and sand foxes were all small foxes.

How small were small foxes? Take the common brown rat as an example—An Sheng could flip one over with a single paw.

Yet these bat-eared foxes might have to wrestle for a while just to handle a brown rat the size of a cat.

“Um… excuse me, can the upstairs Fox Fox Club serve outside foxes?”

“My little fox seems to want to go,” Yu Xueqing asked the receptionist.

“I’m very sorry,” the receptionist shook her head. “We welcome foxes, but the Fox Kingdom’s Fox Fox Club is closed to outsiders—it’s used by juvenile foxes, and we must prevent cross-contamination from shared equipment.”

“Juvenile foxes have weak immunity, but the park’s other facilities are open to all foxes. Those upstairs are all adult foxes with stronger resistance.”

After apologizing, the receptionist shooed the little foxes upstairs.

In the Fox Kingdom, besides ordinary foxes, there were many protected species.

Management was always stricter.

“.” Fuli Master’s mouth puckered; he muttered curses inwardly, slightly annoyed.

“No choice—it’s closed to outsiders,” Yu Xueqing patted the little fox on her shoulder and said.

“It’s fine—I’ll go tonight and replace all their essential oils with glue,” the little fox chirped.

The Fox Fox Club won’t let Yu Xueqing in? Fine. But am I not a fox too?

I think you’re deliberately targeting An Sheng.

Rejected by the receptionist, Yu Xueqing didn’t care much—she got into Mo Yiqing’s car, ready to experience the legendary Tang Dynasty charm of Bu Ye Cheng.

“So many people!”

As the car neared Bu Ye Cheng, the streets were packed with crowds, many dressed in Hanfu.

Yu Xueqing stared at the throng and exclaimed:

“It’s almost as bad as welcoming Master—just getting close to the crowd feels like getting punched twice.”

“Move, you idiot! Third red light already!” Mo Yiqing, driving, veins bulging on her forehead, slammed her fist on the steering wheel, breathing heavily as she stared at the traffic light showing “99”—she nearly exploded.

Less than two kilometers, and they’d waited through three traffic lights just to park.

“Xiao An, bear with me a little—there are just too many people.”

Facing the crush, Yu Xueqing looked apologetic and placed An Sheng inside her travel bag.

Outside was chaos—if the little fox didn’t hold tight to her shoulder and fell, with this crowd density, by the time she bent down to pick him up, he’d already be stepped on ten or twenty times, his fur covered in shoe prints.

She could only slightly inconvenience Xiao An.

Yu Xueqing slung the bag diagonally across her body, walked ahead, raised both arms, and pushed against the tide to carve a path for the group.

“Rip—”

The travel bag, half-draped over Yu Xueqing’s shoulder, suddenly got fully unzipped.

“Ying?”

An Sheng froze, tilting his head to stare at the greasy hand reaching into his bag.

“Bro! You’re carrying a full-grown fox in your bag and pretending you don’t see it? You’re completely ignoring security protocols!”

“Yu Xueqing!”

“There’s a fox trafficker grabbing An Sheng’s little thing!”

(End of Chapter)