Chapter 186 Woof woof woof dog reconciliation.

...This is a big problem.

The winter morning light should be warm and comforting, inviting you to curl up in bed and stay in for a few more minutes. But the large white marshmallow on the bed made it impossible for him to relax and sleep. He had been repeating this cycle of opening his eyes, covering them with his paws, closing them, and opening them again for several minutes before he finally had to admit that this wasn't a dream, but reality.

Second year student Wang: “…………”

He forced himself to remain calm, trying to analyze the current situation with his remaining rationality: this absurd reality was too much like a dream, yet it was a little too real to be called a dream, so real that he could smell the faint scent of shampoo floating in the air, belonging to Chao Mu, and... the strong smell of dog on his body.

...Yes. Dog smell.

Although he looked down and saw that his fur was snow-white, fluffy and clean, his keen sense of smell still allowed him to clearly smell the smell of...a sun-baked puppy on his body.

"Woof, woof..."

Kenji Hagiwara wanted to die. A suppressed, aggrieved sob squeezed out of his throat, and when he heard his own dog barking, he wanted to die even more.

How on earth had things turned out like this? Why had he woken up to find himself transformed into a puppy? No, it looked like he wasn't small, because the girl beside him rolled over and leaned in, hugging him tightly... So it looked like he was a puppy pillow, a large puppy pillow at that... a big dog pillow.

Chaomu seemed quite fond of the large pillow, sleeping soundly with it in his arms, nuzzling his cheek against its fluffy chest. Yaner whimpered in frustration, but he didn't dare wake her. He was also shy and felt it was inappropriate to be held like this... but then he realized that he was just a dog, so being held didn't seem to matter. All of this mixed up, a feeling beyond words.

It was at this moment that he noticed a dark figure on the crowded bed, behind Chaomu. Looking closely, it seemed to be... a dog.

Hagiwara Kenji raised his head with difficulty and looked over there. He saw what seemed to be a rather majestic-looking Doberman Pinscher. The Doberman was lying beside the girl, its head resting on her back, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

When did he have a dog at home?

Even though Hagiwara Kenji had turned into a puppy now, when he saw the Doberman, this thought inevitably emerged in his mind - and he barked vigilantly.

…made the sound of a puppy defending its territory.

When he realized this, Yan Er Wang became even more withdrawn for a moment: Let’s not talk about how he became like this... Can’t he just react like a human being?

The Doberman seemed to be awakened by his barking, and opened its eyes to glare at him in dissatisfaction. Hagiwara met its gaze, and in those amber canine eyes, he saw something extremely familiar—

Her eyes, slightly fierce from being grumpy, carried the murderous aura of "Who (beep) disturbed my sleep so early in the morning?" But after seeing him, her eyes became a little confused, and she was obviously wondering "Why is there a dog here?"

The two large dogs, one black and one white, looked at each other. The Doberman, who woke up later, began to repeat the steps that the Samoyed started: opening his eyes, closing his eyes, and covering his eyes with his paws in a way that made it even more obvious.

Wang, a second-year graduate student who had completed this step earlier than the other, fell into a brief period of contemplation.

It's known that his family has no dogs at all, no big white dog, no Doberman Pinscher. And among the people drinking at his house last night, he's now the big white dog, while Little Chaomu is still in human form, sleeping beside him. And the Doberman Pinscher across from him, with a familiar scent and temperament, is...

"Woo woof... Xiao Zhenping woof?"

He gave a tentative, cautious wag of his tail and a friendly, inquiring bark.

The Doberman opposite him stared at him blankly, its handsome face showing the same silly look as his.

When Wang was in his second year of graduate school, he knew that You Xunran was thinking.

He considerately gave Yukunran time to react - after all, this miraculous development was indeed impossible to accept in a short period of time, and even Matsuda needed a lot of time to think about it.

Jinpei Matsuda does need time.

...What the hell happened?

His mind was teetering on the edge of collapse. It took him a full ten minutes to accept the fact that he had woken up from being an elite explosives officer to a Doberman with smooth muscles, erect ears, and lying on the girl's bed.

And through the young girl, the furry Samoyed in front of him, which didn't seem to have a very high IQ, was wagging its tail at him with a silly smile and looking at him with sympathy. It seemed that it was his childhood influence... and had become the dog's childhood influence.

Jinpei Matsuda's dog brain—literally, his dog brain—was in complete overload.

...Impossible, absolutely impossible... He must still be hungover or having some damn nightmare.

Every human being would probably go through a similar mental journey when turning into a dog (if given the opportunity): Matsuda tried to lift his front paw - it was indeed a dog's paw covered with short black hair and smooth muscle lines.

He subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes with this paw, but because he was not familiar with the center of gravity of his four-legged body, he almost rolled off the bed.

The large dog struggled to maintain its balance and barked in frustration at its own stupidity. After barking, it became even more withdrawn: "What the hell! What's that sound...!"

Under the gaze of the silly white dog opposite him, he tried hard to maintain his expression, not to make himself look even more stupid than the other party, and tried to analyze the situation in front of him: "Woof, so hagi, do you know what happened? Why is it like this... What is going on?!"

Yan Er Wang considerately didn't laugh at him. He just shook his big fluffy tail and looked at him with a sad, soothing look: "I don't know, Wang."

"...I don't know what, wang?" Zhen Ping asked pointedly, "I don't know why we both slept in the same bed with her, or why we ended up like this?"

Yan Er Wang said sadly: "I don't know anything, Wang. My memory is fuzzy, Wang."

Coincidentally, Matsuda is also one of them.

He frowned, lost in thought. Trying to recall something, he felt his brain throb with a hangover pain. Was alcohol toxic to animals? Wouldn't the alcohol he hadn't metabolized quickly be a huge burden on his current body? But that wasn't the point right now. He'd already turned into a dog, and besides a headache, he didn't seem to have any other symptoms. He should be fine... probably.

...Although he had been worried before drinking, he was not worried about this kind of thing at all: alcohol, men and women who had feelings for each other, waking up in the same bed after a night out. The common development of this kind of story should not be what it is now... But it's a good thing that it's not that kind of situation... Tsk, what happened?

The Doberman pricked up his ears and tried to recall the incident with a serious face: "I remember we all drank last night."

"I only drank a little at first, and then it seemed like we started a drinking contest because of a bet, so I mixed it up a bit..." The Samoyed swung his tail. Although his tone was serious, he still looked silly and happy. "Then I slowly got drunk...?"

Triggered by the keywords, the memories in Jinpei Matsuda's mind seemed to be revived.

It seemed like that brat was fanning the flames... provocatively saying, "Hagiwara-kun looks like he's a better drinker than Matsuda-kun." Though childish, the provocation was incredibly effective against Matsuda, who was feeling a bit mixed up the previous night. He hit the mark, and before he knew it, he was fighting Hagiwara.

Hagiwara Kenji's desire to win wasn't that strong originally, but he couldn't help but be competitive in front of the girl he loved, so...

Out of some selfish motive, they both skipped this part.

"So far, it's only the drunk part," Hagiwara said seriously, "but being drunk shouldn't turn out like this!"

That's not nonsense. It's not like they haven't gotten drunk at parties before, and their colleagues haven't turned into dogs with them!

Zhen Pingwang sniffed in disgust, a little disgusted with You Xunran's silly look now - actually, it was not so bad, the main thing was that the Samoyed's expression looked too silly to him.

"Woof, there must be other factors at play," he said, casting a serious gaze at the sleeping girl. "There's only one truth, and the variable must be her, woof!"

A strange little ghost with unknown mysterious powers. He and Hagiwara both turned into dogs, but she was the only one who was sleeping soundly - even now, she was still sleeping soundly, happily hugging the big white dog as a pillow in her arms...

...No, how could she sleep with Hagi in her arms like this? Hagi didn't even push her away, and his expression looked even more stupid... What a foolish dog with no bottom line!

The Doberman felt sour inside that his tail drooped down and didn't even wag it.

"It's not necessarily Xiao Chaomu's fault, is it?" The foolish dog, with no moral integrity, was held by the girl and wagged his tail. "Maybe we've encountered some strange attack or curse. There are also ghost monsters in urban legends that only attack men. This transformation into an animal is more like a monster than some mafia ability."

This isn't impossible—Matsuda also thinks this development is possible. But this idea still leaves open the question of why the monster would turn them into dogs? It couldn't be that Hagiwara drunkenly wished to be Asamura's dog, right?

He thought so and said so, and stared at You Xunran with a look of disgust and questioning.

Kenji woofs: "? How could that be possible?"

Even though he was moved by Xiao Chaomu yesterday, it wasn't that serious... He just wanted to pledge himself to her! He didn't even have time to realize it!

But looking at it now...

He opened his round eyes and looked at the sleeping girl who was close to him. The latter was still hugging him tightly and murmured in her sleep with satisfaction.

...I guess that can be considered...a promise of love, right? Although that's not what he wants...

Wang, a second-year graduate student, fell into sweet distress.

Just when he was worried, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

The two large dogs froze almost simultaneously, looking at her in panic.

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The author has something to say: I'm moving while struggling to squeeze the toothpaste, I'm so sleepy that I'll have a good sleep after today... Currently all the main parts have been moved in (including the cat), only an exercise bike is missing, tomorrow I'll continue to install the shelves and other things, and then go back to clean the old house.

I didn’t reach the expected word count and my ranking is going to be black (sad), but I really can’t squeeze out today. Because of the heavy dust during the move, I didn’t wear a mask and my allergic rhinitis attacked, and I also have a slight fever. Anyway, I’ll go offline and go to bed... See you all tomorrow.