Chapter 77 The poor raccoon Yusi was toyed with by his claws...

The kind-hearted Lan Shou was eager to give the stray raccoon a home, but the raccoon was full of evil intentions.

Since she was still carrying out a mission for Teacher Reborn, she had already started observing Hayato Gokudera as he entered the room from outside the window.

She had caught a glimpse of this Ranshou from afar that evening, and her fleeting impression was, "The level of detail in this model clearly shows he's not just an ordinary NPC." While a suit is one of the best aesthetic enhancements for men, it's not suitable for all men. While nearly all the men in the banquet hall were dressed in suits, Gokudera Hayato still stood out from the crowd.

The average height of the NPCs in Italy seemed taller than those seen in Neon, and Mukudera's height wasn't particularly outstanding. Chaomu was first drawn to him because of his beautiful short silver hair and his cool green eyes, which seemed to hold a molten heat as he looked at him.

He shares the same color scheme as Gin, but his aura is quite different. I've seen Gin shirtless so often that I know he has a nice figure, but when he does wear clothes, he wears long trench coats that look wholesaled from nowhere and aren't very slim-fitting. Mukudera, in his well-tailored suits, with his muscular features clearly defined, stands out.

At that time, Chaomu was still holding her senior brother's hand, and she only sighed from afar at the game planner's preference for green eyes and white hair, paying no attention to the walking clothes rack—or rather, weapons rack. Although her appearance didn't seem to indicate it, her intuition told her that the man with a tense guard was as dangerous as Gin, carrying dangerous weapons, a true thug in a suit.

Compared to that time, when he returned to the room, the silver-haired man was obviously more relaxed, and his cold face softened a little.

Facing the two little animals and opening the window, his tone was disgusted, but his expression and actions could not lie, and he did not reject the raccoon's approach at all... This guy is a typical fur lover and he is tired of rubbing against them.

Based on the contrast between the before and after, Chaomu made the above judgment accurately.

"I don't know where this stray raccoon came from... Don't come any closer, it's so gray..." He seemed to be quite resistant, but Gokudera Hayato had no intention of moving his legs at all. He just lowered his head to look at the raccoon's dark gray fur and muttered softly, "Go, go, you're sticking so close..."

【Gokudera Hayato kind of wants to touch you. 】

...So standard! It seems like this is the first time she has seen such a standard tsundere in this work.

The little raccoon's eyes swept across the status on his panel, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, then he raised his head considerately and nudged his trouser leg.

The man, who had originally seemed relaxed, had his muscles stiffened by the nudging of the hairy head, his calves stretched as if they were steel plates. Chaomu nudged him once, and he moved back a centimeter. She nudged him again, and he leaned back again—in short, he didn't retreat, but only used subtle body movements to symbolically express his resistance.

"What are you rubbing at? Is your head itchy? And it's making a gurgling sound..." He raised and lowered his arms helplessly, frozen in the air, the corners of his lips raised and lowered, his whole body frozen there, swaying up and down. "I really can't do anything about you. I'll go ask the infirmary tomorrow if they have any insect repellent..."

Compared to those who misunderstand and lack understanding of the customs of small animals due to ignorance of their habits, Mr. Lanshou clearly knows everything but still tries to show off. The little raccoon couldn't help but glance at him with a hint of disdain, thinking that this man was really hypocritical, even thinking about deworming after adoption.

She wrote down the comment "Tsundere, hidden fluff control" in her little notebook, and then pressed on with her victory, nudging his sturdy calf muscles twice: "Meow--"

To be honest, she didn't know how to make a raccoon sound, so she could just make some sweet, soft, "clip" sounds, right? Anyway, Yusi seemed easy to coax, and he was completely captivated by her just by acting coquettish.

This time, Hayato Gokudera's reaction was beyond her expectations.

As if the level of intimacy he could tolerate had exceeded a certain threshold, the man took a half step back, pushed her away a little, and looked away as if escaping. "I really can't do anything with you... Are you here to beg for food? I'll go get some food. Raccoons don't seem to have any dietary restrictions..."

The little raccoon who was thrown away narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at his back, added a sentence in his little notebook [When you are too close, you will have a certain avoidance mentality], and then took advantage of the opportunity to chase him, swinging its tail and following behind him.

"Why are you so clingy... Are you going to follow me wherever I go?" Feeling something furry touching his heels, Mukuro turned around and saw the raccoon's big tail sticking up. The corners of his lips curled up wildly, "You really are... huh? Where are you going... Hey, don't touch my trash can."

Chaomu followed behind him, but after a few steps his eyes drifted away, completely attracted by the trash can in front of the bedside table. He kicked his hind legs and rushed in that direction, happily hugging the simple flip-top trash can.

But before she could find the lid and try to stick her claws in, the owner of the room had already caught up with a frown, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and lifted her up into a bear hug. "Why do these little animals love digging in trash cans so much... That stupid cat is the same. Or is this your hobby that makes you friends with melons, little raccoon?"

...Tsk, what a bad decision.

Chaomu was held in his arms by the scruff of the neck, and her tail flicked his cheek twice in displeasure: If his trash can didn't have some strange mechanism, she would probably have touched it directly.

It's a pity that Hayato Gokudera does have the ease of a mature pet owner. Not only does he use a flip-top trash can, but he also has a clever buckle to prevent the kitten from rummaging around. This wave is mainly due to the melon problem. The front cat was too reckless and blocked the way for the raccoon who came later.

Chaomu's disappointment at not being able to reach the trash can lasted only a few seconds. After all, the trash can had become a secondary priority for her now. With a high-quality teacher and the prospect of learning powerful skills, she could forgive any injustices in the world.

...The main reason was that she had just swiped someone's face with her tail in revenge, and the silver-haired man behind her grabbed the tip of her tail. Although he made a "tsk" sound, he touched her tail several times... She always felt that he was enjoying it.

However, Gokudera Hayato was clearly still a bit overwhelmed. He simply touched her twice before placing her back on his lap. He then sat on the sofa, bent over, opened a drawer, and pulled out a can of dried meat. "You won't have to rummage through the garbage to eat at home anymore. I'll feed you regularly... and design a nutritious diet for you. For now, just make do with some dried meat and fruit... well, there's fruit on the table too."

He also knows how to feed his baby scientifically, and he's a very nice person.

Chaomu sat at his feet, hugging his paws. His golden eyes darted around, looking at the melon beside him, signaling with his eyes: Isn't your master very good? Why won't he let you eat?

The melon smacked its lips in disgust and swung its tail on the ground, obviously having a different opinion on this.

Okay, the plan remains the same.

Chaomu was still very considerate of her teammates. Since the latter had no mercy on their master, she did not intend to change the plan without permission.

She touched the apple in her arms and tilted her head to look at Yusi, who was placing a handful of dried meat in front of her, rolling up his sleeves, and preparing to wash the fruit on the table.

The apples and cherries in the fruit bowl were probably meant for the logistics staff, a sign of the Vongola leader's love and consideration for his subordinates. Watching Mukudera pick up the fruit bowl, before he stood up, Chaomu quickly tugged at his trouser leg and tilted his head back, rubbing him: "Hmm..."

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Gokudera Hayato sat there stiffly, his trouser legs rustling as the raccoon's tail swept across them. The gray furry ball at his feet moved swiftly, unknowingly enough to have placed its front paws on his knees and half-climbed up, its warm nose nearly brushing against his tie clip. Its moist golden eyes shone like honey under the wall lamp.

Unlike the feeling he'd had just when he'd tried to hold it, the animal's proactive approach undoubtedly left him feeling even more disoriented. His arm froze in mid-air, resting loosely on the back of her neck. "How come you're so unfazed... You're so, so enthusiastic..."

So innocent... No, is this guy really that unlucky with animals? He can't stand being treated like this?

Chaomu rested his paw on his knee, feeling the firm thigh muscles flex slightly beneath the pad. Looking closer, the three-dimensional face that looked like it was written with "unhappiness" seemed not purely foreign, but rather had a hint of Asian elegance and softness.

Although he clearly had no murderous intent towards her, the dangerous smell of gunpowder lingering on his body still revealed that he was not as "harmless" as he appeared. Dangerous, cold when necessary, but also very... soft.

The little raccoon's paw accidentally moved up two inches and added another line of notes to the little notebook.

She stared at the man in front of her with her golden eyes, stretched her throat and made a soft meow, as if to attract his attention.

Gokudera Hayato didn't react for a moment: "...What?"

He was still immersed in the touch of his fingertips - he had thought that the fur of a wild raccoon would not be as soft as that of a domestic cat, but he didn't know how this little raccoon grew its fur, which was shiny and smooth. Although it felt a little hard to the touch, its warm body temperature was like a ball of burning cotton... rushing around and full of vitality.

Her triangular ears were erect, and her face was broad and round, making one want to rub it. And the way she stared at me intently made it seem like she was calculating something, yet somehow she couldn't refuse...

The silver-haired man's Adam's apple twitched, and just as he was about to reach out and pick up the overly affectionate little animal, his fingertips suddenly touched something cool. The little raccoon pulled out a bright red apple from somewhere and held it in its two front paws, offering it like a treasure. Its furry ears pricked up ingratiatingly, as if to say, "Here you go," and then it let out a cry.

...given gifts by small animals...?

Yu Si had only seen this kind of development in fairy tales since he was a child. Almost every child has the fantasy of making friends with small animals when he is young. He was no exception as he had few friends and was a little lonely since he was a child.

But perhaps because of his aggressive nature, he has never had much affinity with animals since he was a child, and this kind of fantasy story is out of the question.

As he hesitated, the raccoon gently tapped his knee with her paw and pointed her nose at the apple she was holding against the fur on her chest. As she moved, the plump, round fruit rolled onto the man's thigh, leaving a light stain on his dark suit pants.

"This is..." Mukudera's fingertips touched the slightly warm fruit that was still stained with the raccoon's body temperature, and his green eyes widened slightly, "Is it for me...?"

The little raccoon's tail swung in cheerful waves behind him, and he pawed at the apple twice, signaling him to eat it quickly.

The silver-haired man's Adam's apple rolled as he picked up the fuzzy fruit, and under the raccoon's expectant gaze, he actually brought it in front of him.

...This intact fresh apple must be a very precious food to the stray raccoon... He will definitely cherish its kindness.

He put the apple into the fruit bowl, coughed lightly, and rubbed her head: "Then I'll take it... I'll go wash it, and we can eat it together."

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The author has something to say: You can guess what the effect of the apple is (it should be easy to guess because I am a local dog and like to watch small animals stick together)

It’s so fun to write about little animals. I plan to update more this week.

By the way, I'd like to bring you a preview of "Remember to Sterilize Your Cyber ​​Pet" (tentative title), a story about a cyber pet with double A power and speed, Jotaro raising a sister, surrounded by white, blue, snake, gin, wolf, and all kinds of cats and dogs (Jotaro and his sister are not in the same household registration book (gesture))

The next book should be "For the sake of competitive balance, we have to talk about everything." Players who are good at balancing the waters face the Shura field without fear and are all familiar with it. I also need to find time to revise the copy in the next two days... After writing two books, I still can't write a copy title...