Chapter 188: The Dog and the Raccoon Understand... Understand? ...
It is still unknown whether he can beat Gin. Ever since the incident in the Hundred Demons Association that day and with the support of teacher Reborn and his senior brothers, Chaomu's attitude towards Gin has changed from [the unreachable and very scary big boss who killed me several times] to [the little Gin is ridiculous], and his obsession with chasing him and beating him has also subsided a lot.
Compared to issues like strength and Gin, there are obviously more important things waiting for players...
The morning sun shines on the face. The player who has just logged into the game and has not yet opened his eyes feels his nose twitching, and his hand instinctively grabs the source of the smell: sunlight, fur, a warm smell... the smell of a puppy!
Puppies! Two balls!
The two furry balls, one in front of her and one behind her, rubbed against her left and right as she moved. The player grabbed the one in front of her first, and the soft, fluffy feeling between her fingers felt like a breathing marshmallow.
She hummed in satisfaction, and then felt a source of heat behind her, trying to retreat quietly.
How can this be tolerated?
Chaomu stretched out his other hand like lightning, reached back accurately, and his five fingers sank into another patch of tight and smooth short hair.
One in front and one behind, one in each hand.
After all, with her current physical fitness, she could easily hold three police cadets, so a mere puppy naturally could not escape from her palm.
Both heat sources were quite warm, with different touches, but both felt like small stoves.
Like a bear emerging from hibernation, or some other animal accustomed to rolling in a warm cave, Chaomu contentedly buried his face in the heat before him, rubbing against it. The large marshmallow, caught in the pounce, seemed to be completely frozen, but its fur remained fluffy and soft. The thick, soft fur spilled out from between his fingers, a supreme touch.
She finally opened her eyes, and what greeted her was her first captured Pokémon... no, "pet." The large, fluffy, pure white dog struggled in her arms, but she couldn't hold it too tightly. Its ears drooped, and the curve of its signature smile seemed a little stiff.
…The way she was forced but had to endure it actually made her even cuter.
Chaomu thought without any conscience, hugged him tighter, and kissed him on the forehead: "Good morning, Xiaohagi, you are so good."
While being kissed and hearing her call, the Samoyed dog's eyes were filled with wet embarrassment and surprise. He flapped his paws twice, trying to struggle, but was afraid of hurting her, so he could only twist awkwardly, making a small whimper from his throat, but his tail was wagging happily.
He, Kenji Hagiwara, the face of the Metropolitan Police Department, the most popular guy at the social gathering, was now being held in the arms of his beloved girl like a large stuffed toy, letting her manipulate him as she pleased... Yu Junran was still staring at him from behind with a look of disappointment, as if asking him to stop taking advantage of girls... But that was not what he wanted. He wanted to struggle, but Xiao Chaomu was too strong, and he couldn't refuse at all...!
At the same time, another thought occurred to him, and he didn't know whether to feel relieved or uneasy: Xiao Chaomu, who had just woken up, didn't seem at all surprised by the sudden appearance of two dogs around him... So, this "accident" was indeed related to her... Xiao Chaomu's embrace was so warm, and his lips were... No! That wasn't the point! He had to ask what was going on first!
"Little Chaomu, woof?" Hagiwara heard his own voice squeezed out of his throat, the tail tone uncontrollably turning a corner and becoming a short dog bark. "W-What the hell is going on, woof?"
...What's with this 2D catgirl-like habit?... Being able to talk is a good thing, but why does he have to add "woof" at the end of his sentences? How embarrassing... Can't Xiao Zhenping answer this kind of question?
But Songtian Wang had obviously realized this. He covered his mouth with his paws without saying a word, with a cold look on his face that said don't let him speak. He winked at Youjunran: You ask.
Second year student Wang: “…………”
He could only look up pitifully at the girl who was hugging and rubbing him. Hearing his barking, the girl gave him a typical auntie smile: "Xiao Hagi is really adorable like this, barking all the time, and having a very good temper..."
Last night was the same. After getting drunk, Hagiwara was in a daze. When he ate the apple she handed over, he accidentally licked her fingertips and kissed her several times. He turned into a puppy and lay on her knees and whimpered in a daze. It was so adorable.
"Little Chaomu Wang...!" Yaner Wang felt even more ashamed when she looked at him. He could only bury his mouthpiece in her palm, not wanting her to see his expression. While suppressing his wheezing, he asked, "What on earth happened?"
"This matter is a bit complicated. Let's explain it together after Xiaosong wakes up." Chaomu didn't answer his question immediately. Instead, he rubbed the Samoyed's head twice. With his other hand still pressed behind his back, he turned back to observe his crime scene. "Is Xiaosong awake? Why didn't you make a sound?"
Of course, Jinpei Matsuda was awake.
When Chaomu turned around, she saw the Doberman behind her being held down tightly by her, lying straight, with its muscles tense and its eyes wide open like bells, emitting lightning-like shrewdness... No, the breed was wrong, but they were all police officers, and their ferocious eyes looked as if she were some criminal.
But when he met her eyes, his tail unconsciously lifted up and swayed from side to side. He himself had obviously noticed the movement of his tail, and glared at his disobedient tail unhappily - it was this movement that made him look a bit like he was chasing his own tail, a bit silly and very cute.
Chaomu: Wow.
She decisively took out her phone to take a photo, and the Doberman, who had just been silent and pretending to be cool, immediately broke down: "Wait a minute, woof! What are you trying to do, you suspicious bastard? woof! No taking photos, woof! Hurry up, woof, woof, woof--"
Even the ferocious large dog seemed powerless against the player with a 3A+ stat list. Chaomu not only took photos and videos of him chasing his tail, but also managed to pounce on him on the bed and stroke his sleek fur. The released Samoyed lay at the edge, its tail drooping, a mixture of laughter and frustration, its tail lashing the ground, wanting nothing more than to throw its head into its owner's hands and replace the Doberman.
The Doberman, who was resisting but couldn't help but stick out his tongue, had a look of despair instead of a fierce one: "You little brat... What on earth do you want to do? What did you do to me and Hagi?! Don't touch me... woof..."
A contented Chaomu scooped up the Samoyed that had come close to him and finally answered mercifully, "I was just fulfilling your and Xiaohagi's wishes... It was actually you two who initiated this, okay?"
"Huh?!" Matsuda's ears twitched, clearly not following her train of thought. Kenji's expression grew even more bewildered, his tail cocked in confusion.
"It was Kohagi and Komatsu. They got drunk last night and pulled me aside, saying, 'I want to get to know you better.'" Chaomu smiled. "We're all good friends, and I felt it wouldn't be nice to keep this a secret from you, so I agreed."
This is the truth.
Kenji Hagiwara tried hard to recall and felt that Chaomu did not lie... because this matter had lingered in his mind for a long time.
Last night… he seemed to have been a little drunk because he had escaped death and confirmed his feelings. The alcohol blurred his memory, but he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have held Chaomu's hand…
[“…Xiao Chaomu is right here, and we’ve known each other for so long… but sometimes, I still feel like she’s so far away from me… I seem to… know nothing about many things about you…”]
Wang Matsuda also fell into deep thought.
[“…Understand? How could I possibly…know everything about you?”] He was already drunk enough to have a headache, and he lowered his head as he spoke. [“Say it or not, you bastard. Although I still really want to…”]
[“…Will you tell me? Let me get to know you better… Am I not trying hard enough?”]
"That's nonsense!" This memory was somewhat embarrassing. Whether to hide the shame or to seek the truth, Matsuda fiercely retorted, "Even if I did, what does that have to do with turning us into dogs?! You're not letting us get to know you at all. You're just showing off your special ability to turn people into animals!"
Yan Er Wang's thoughts seemed to be brought back to reality in an instant, and he stared at her with moist eyes: "Little Chaomu Wang..."
"How can this be considered showing off? This is also part of letting you understand my abilities." Chaomu was particularly righteous. "Let's not talk about Hagiwara-kun's original promise to be devoted to me and that he would let me do anything. Matsuda-kun also said that he doesn't mind working harder to understand me. Besides, this special ability to transform into a small animal is closely related to my most important secret. It makes sense for me to use it first!"
Song Tianwang looked like he wanted to ask why it made sense, but she patted his head and said seriously, "This matter is still too complicated to explain. Anyway, you will understand after reading it."
Under the shocked gazes of the two large dogs, the young girl squeezed between them disappeared in an instant. Reappearing on the soft bed was a gray, furry... raccoon.
The little raccoon stood up skillfully, patted the fluffy white fur on his chest with his two front paws, and made a voice exactly like the girl they were so familiar with: "Now you understand, right? Becoming a puppy is also an important part of understanding me, you know?"
Hagihara Kenji: "…………"
Matsuda Jinpei: “…………???”
Whether it was the Samoyed, which didn't seem very smart, or the Doberman, which seemed very smart, at this moment, they all showed the same stupid look: "Woof?!"
What do they know... They don’t understand anything!
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The author has something to say: I was sorting out the outline while feeling anxious, staying up late but still updating and updating.
I'll continue after a good night's sleep, and there's more to come tonight. I'll update over the next two days (although it's for the sake of the charts, but I also really want to be able to resume updating regularly to finish...it's just that it's been a struggle to maintain stability after such a break, but I'll try my best anyway)
When sorting out the outline, the most tangled issue was the issue of how to balance the roles (because there are so many people), but thinking about it carefully, from a player-centric perspective, it seems to be true. Game plot writing is often destined to be unbalanced, there will always be a certain amount of roles. Our evil card drawing game is like this, only focusing on releasing character card pools and not caring about the plot or after-sales service (not really)
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