Chapter 78: Strange Apple, you're awake. The operation was successful. ...
Chaomu had already prepared for Yusi to wash the apple before eating it, but she was not panicked at all.
Her cooking skills are at the SSR level, and the apple was made by hollowing out a real apple - she even took a special look at it after she was done, and couldn't find any flaws. It was a perfect apple!
She and Gua looked at each other, and the panda and the cat followed Yu Si quite naturally, like two little tails, following him to wash the fruit.
The familiar raccoon was fine, but Mukudera was actually a bit flattered by the melon's friendliness. While seriously contemplating whether the sun had risen from the west today, or whether even box weapons had developed an appetite for fruit, he checked on his phone whether cats could eat apples.
...But Gua is actually a box weapon, and its diet can't be determined by referring to ordinary cats. He used to think Gua didn't need to eat.
Hayato Gokudera was a man of great scientific rigor. His scientific aspirations delayed eating the apple for another ten minutes. After researching, he washed the fruit, rubbing it in salt water and then rinsing it in warm water.
He washed the apples very carefully. For a moment, Chaomu wondered if his plan had been exposed. But looking at him, he didn't think so. It was only when he saw him wash the apples and bring them out that he stopped scaring himself.
The apples that were just covered with raccoon fur were washed clean and shone with an attractive watery luster under the light, looking very fresh.
The more Yusi looked at it, the more he felt that this gift must be a hard-earned treat for the raccoon out there. His slightly cold expression softened completely. "It must be hard to find such a whole, fresh apple out there. Is it really okay to give it to me?"
Although he looks unhappy, Gokudera-kunto is actually quite gentle. Characteristic record +1.
The little raccoon shook his head decisively, cupped his cheek and purred, then pushed the apple toward him again. His sparkling golden eyes stared at him intently, his eyes full of earnestness.
Gokudera Hayato originally wanted to cut the apple in half and share it with the two little animals, but seeing their expressions, he fell into deep thought. According to the laws of nature, the little animals brought him an apple. Shouldn't this apple be considered a hunting trophy? If they insisted on giving it to him, they would probably mistake him for a wolf.
In this case, I'm afraid that only if he takes a bite of the apple first, the raccoon and the melon will be willing to eat the fruit... The survival community of animals in nature is really mysterious.
He felt like he had figured it out, nodded solemnly, and brought the apple to his lips: "Then I'll enjoy it first."
The little raccoon and the little cat meowed and looked at him with great anticipation, as if little brothers and sisters were watching their leader to pick up the food quickly - they could not start eating until the leader had picked up the food.
Hayato Gokudera's lips curled up slightly at his own imagination, and he opened his mouth and took a bite of the apple.
The next second, the corners of his lips, which had been raised, twitched, and his expression became very strange: "Um...!"
The moment the crispy and sweet flesh explodes between your teeth and bursts with juice, the spiciness of green mustard rushes straight into your nose, the chili sauce wrapped in the salty and fishy taste of cuttlefish ink surges on the tip of your tongue, and the strange earthy smell of watercress sweeps through your entire mouth like a mudslide.
What was the core of the thing? It was like swallowing a mixture of mud and soap. He didn't know what was mixed in with the mud, but it exploded violently in his mouth. But what was most outrageous to him was that even though common sense told him it couldn't possibly taste good, his mind still told him...
...seems... quite... delicious...? If you savor it carefully, you can even taste a hint of... mushroom flavor?
Chaomu: It’s mushrooms! I added mushrooms!
Hayato Gokudera felt that his brain was stirred into a pot of Tai Chi-shaped paste, with salty and spicy taste on the left and sour and sweet taste on the right, and water and fire in the middle incompatible, fighting each other left and right. One side said that he was a historian and this was history, and it was history in a fish tank, while the other side said that this history was quite delicious.
He was actually quite familiar with this symptom. His sister Bi Yangqi, who specialized in dark cuisine, was very good at serving up a dish of poisonous food that looked flawless and even quite appetizing, making people drool while being poisoned.
But the feeling this apple gave him... seemed even worse than his sister's poisonous dish...
[Gokudera Hayato ate the item: Strange Apple]
[Jakudera Hayato obtains debuff: Confusion, Stomach Ache, Consciousness, Mushroom]
Why does my stomach hurt? She didn't poison me.
Chaomu fell into deep thought.
She and Gua had just been clapping their paws in celebration, admiring Lan Shou's handsome face, which was twisted with an expression similar to that of an old man on the subway looking at his phone, and the next second they saw him kneeling on the ground, holding his stomach, his face pale, and cold sweat on his forehead.
If you listen carefully, you can still hear him mumbling to himself: "I, I seem to see my sister..."
In general literary works, the symptoms of eating unpalatable food are usually described as "I seem to see my deceased grandmother waving at me." Chaomu wondered whether Mukuro's sister had also unfortunately passed away, but why did his expression still look so painful, without any joy of seeing his relatives... Why did he look even more painful?
Seeing its master's expression, the melon, which had just been meowing and laughing, became anxious. It nervously ran around the silver-haired man who was kneeling on one knee twice, arching its back and breathing at its former teammate.
"It's none of my business. I didn't add any weird poison." Chaomu didn't want to take the blame for this. He stood on tiptoe and patted the man's face. "Are you okay, Mukudera-kun? Have some water and calm down?"
She had only added a few mushrooms, and they wouldn't kill anyone... But what was the effect of these mushrooms this time? Were they just ordinary consciousness mushrooms? It was so simple, I was really not used to it.
This thought had just arisen in his mind, and as if to prove himself, a jumping colored mark appeared on the debuff above Yusi's head.
[Special Status: Small Animal Tea Party (Limited to 24 hours)]
This is...
Chaomu blinked, thoughtfully flipping through the automatically generated apple recipe. Sure enough, after confirming the debuff, the recipe also updated the eating effect.
[Strange Apple: Fish paste, mushrooms, sweet apples, a dream recipe for small animals! After eating it, you will get a special buff - Small Animal Tea Party. The eater will be randomly assigned a suitable animal identity and join the small animals' game.]
[Please note that the Animal Tea Party is a harmonious and friendly fairytale-style buff. After using this buff, the bloody module will be automatically disabled, and discordant language will also be automatically blocked. To better match the identity of the animals, the system will load the harmonized animal instinct module for the character to assist in adjusting the character's behavior pattern.]
Oh, it turns out that there is no problem with the food, but that Mukuro-kun is going to turn into a small animal.
After confirming that everyone was fine, Chaomu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She casually soothed the livid melon and watched the pale, silver-haired man's body slowly shrink. Within the fabric of his suit, a silver-white wolf cub, its ears drooping, howled in its last breath, looking lost and helpless.
[Prison Temple Wolf has joined the small animal tea party.]
Although he was called a small animal, Syaoran Jikuji-kun was actually the largest of the three. Curled up in the fabric, he wobbled to his feet, looking slightly larger than a raccoon.
The little wolf's silvery-white fur was as fluffy as clouds, and his emerald eyes were misted with natural mist. His once sharp features were now shrouded in confusion. He was clearly not used to being on all fours, and when he stood up, he staggered twice and fell into the pile of clothes.
He probably finally regained consciousness from the confusion, but the strange perspective in front of him made him feel even more confused: Why did the raccoon and the melon become so big?
"You're awake. The operation was successful." The little raccoon poked his wet nose with its tail, artificially making a "thump thump thump~thump thump!" sound effect. "Now Mukudera-kun has lost something important--"
“Ouch—”
The little wolf took a half step back in fear, his big fluffy tail tucked awkwardly between his hind legs. "No, my loyalty to the Judaime remains... Has my brain been cut off?"
Chaomu, who had originally wanted to scare him by saying that he had turned from a man into a wolf eunuch, was shocked by his words. He scratched his head and thought that the brain was indeed very important.
But if her first reaction was loyalty... no wonder he turned into a wolf, he's a loyal dog type. She had originally thought he looked more like a tsundere cat type, and would turn into a big cat.
"Anyway, Mukuji-kun, you're no longer human." Although the other party's reaction was not what she expected, Chaomu continued to act out her pre-set plot smoothly. She placed her paws on the wolf cub's shoulders seriously, patting and kneading them. "I heard that you used to be my brother's right-hand man, but now it seems that you can only be his left and right claws."
Prison Temple Wolf: “…………?”
"No... Raccoon... Why can a raccoon talk!" The two sentences before and after the other party's speech were obviously beyond his comprehension, and he completely refused to accept them. His brain's protective mechanism made him instinctively choose to focus on another key point, and he trembled and howled, "And you said Senior Brother... Who are you, a raccoon?!"
This look of him trying to maintain composure but unable to control his body language was rather adorable. Chaomu's lips curled wildly, a very human smirk on his face. "How could I be an ordinary raccoon? I am the supreme and invincible Trash Can Raccoon King."
"...What Raccoon King...what's that weird...melon? Hey!"
The melon on the other side sniffed out its owner's scent and pounced on him, lying on his back and meowing, pulling his ears, taking the opportunity to establish its dominance. The wolf cub was caught off guard by the cat and was ridden on the head. Unable to control his limbs, he fell to the ground in a puddle, his ears pressed against his forehead.
He tried to roll over and shake off the melon, but he was completely out of his element. He simply flipped over, the melon still clinging to him. He could only lie on his back, his four paws futilely scrabbling at the air, like a tortoise unable to turn over. "Melon! You bad cat...!"
Gua swung his tail triumphantly, pressed his paw against the tip of his wet nose, and meowed victoriously at Chaomu.
"Oh, that's very bad." Chaomu stood in front of the two little animals rolling together, petting the cat's head and then the wolf's head, and agreed sincerely, "How can you eat the melon alone? You get up first, I want to bury it too."
Silver Wolf's belly looked especially soft, and her heart was moved. She hadn't been able to experience this in her human form, but with her current raccoon form, wouldn't she be able to squeeze her entire body in and bury it in his soft, warm belly?
Jokudera Hayato: "...!"
Despite his well-mannered nature, an Italian curse word rose up his throat, ultimately tamed by the system into the unintimidating "wooooooo" of a wolf cub. The invincible raccoon king, aroused by the call, rubbed his paws, and was about to jump into the wolf cub's fluffy belly fur like a trampoline.
In this moment of powerlessness, Wusilang finally fully activated his learning ability. He struggled to push the melon away with one claw, then swiftly rolled over and sat up. He took a few steps back cautiously, ears drooping, tail tucked in. "What are you burying? Don't come over here—you're not an ordinary raccoon, are you? I just called you Tenth-Daime Senior Brother... Are you the Tenth-Daime Junior Sister, Miss Chaomu?"
As he controlled his limbs, the chaotic scene of wolves flying and cats leaping finally came to an end. Having finally gotten what he wanted by bullying his master, the melon meowed and licked his forehead, fully confirming his position in the family.
"No, I don't know Chaomu. I'm just a little raccoon passing by." Chaomu glanced at his soft belly with a hint of regret, and looked back at him with an innocent expression, "Jigu... Meow meow?"
"It's too late to distance yourself now... and that's not what a raccoon is called!" Her acting was quite poor, so Wusilang was naturally not fooled. He exposed her lies without hesitation and pressed on. "Are you an illusionist? Did you cast some kind of illusion that changes my perception? Who sent you?"
If he hadn't been barking and howling while he spoke, he would have looked somewhat intimidating. But now, barking so seriously only made Chaomu want to rub his belly even more.
"It's not an illusion, Mukudera-kun has really turned into a puppy now."
Taking advantage of the fact that Mukudera couldn't see her face, she naturally approached him with an innocent raccoon face. When he retreated, she advanced; until he had nowhere to retreat, she opened her paws, hugged his head affectionately, and rubbed her soft face against the little wolf's head: "I'm just completing the task assigned by Teacher Reborn. I want to know more about my senior brother and his important right-hand man... Don't be angry, you want to stick to me? I can give you a tail pat."
This damn raccoon... comes up to me so innocently again!
The last time the raccoon tried to get close to him, he'd tricked him into eating a strange apple. It hadn't even been ten minutes since that happened, so Gokudera Hayato naturally wasn't going to fall for it. He backed away, whimpering, his tail between his legs, and turned his head away in disgust. "Who wants to get close to you... Even if she's the Judaime's junior sister, Mr. Reborn's student, playing such a prank is too much... Don't put your face close to me!"
"Don't you want to stick it on?" The little raccoon stopped and blinked his golden eyes, which looked like melted honey in the light. "I need to correct something, Mukuro-kun. This is not an ordinary prank. This is an important social practice course for me..."
"I know that Yusi-kun is my senior brother's most valued right-hand man, so I want to get to know you a little better." She glanced at the prompt box of "Yusi Wolf is not firm", held her heart with her paws, and said with emotion, "I haven't taken the time to get to know the others yet. The first person I thought of was Yusi-kun. This is because-"
Gokudera Wolf subconsciously replied, "Because I am... the tenth generation's most important right-hand man?"
Because she didn't know who the other guardians were besides Hibari and Mukuroku, and she didn't want to go back to Neon to find Hibari first, so she would definitely choose Mukuroku first.
Chaomu extended his claws towards him and nodded solemnly: "Of course! Mukudera-kun is Tsunayoshi-senpai's most important right-hand man - his left hand."
The wolf cub instinctively placed his left paw on her paw pad.
"Right hand!"
The little wolf obediently changed his right paw.
Chaomu pinched the pink paw pads and shook them left and right, then continued to the next step: "Sit upright!"
Prison Temple Wolf: "Ah... No!"
The little raccoon pinched his paws up and down for a long time, and the little wolf, dominated by a wonderful instinct, finally realized that something was wrong. As soon as his paws were put together, he froze in place, and stopped sitting with his fur standing on end: Damn it, he was actually led by the nose by the cunning raccoon!
"What on earth did you do to me... Why do I feel like I'm... Wrong! How could I possibly be..." His thoughts were still a bit confused, and he could only force himself to calm down and carefully analyze the current situation. "Even Rokudo Mukuro might not be able to do this. How could you..."
He was resisting training, and the melon next to him was staring at his stupidity, meowing in disgust: "It was always happy to train it, but now it's its turn to be trained, it's angry? Stupid humans are really hypocritical."
"Is it possible that I didn't do anything?" Chaomu said seriously, having petted the soft little wolf paws enough, "It's Mukuro-kun's own fault that he reacted, right? Because you're a puppy, that's why you wag your tail and clench your paws—it's just your body getting excited on its own."
Prison Temple Wolf: “…………?”
He always felt that the other person's words seemed a little strange, and for a moment he was a little confused and could only fall into deep thought: Regardless of whether the other person had done it or not, his body and emotions were indeed not right. He couldn't help but howl when he saw the moonlight outside the window, and when he smelled a favorite scent or felt excited, he wanted to wag his tail...
...Judging from the other party's behavior, he seems to have no intention of breaking this strange spell for him for the time being. I don't know how long he will maintain this shameful appearance... At least he must recover before going to work tomorrow... I must not let the tenth generation see him in such a miserable state!
"If seeing me like this satisfies Miss Asamure," he swallowed his anger, remembering that she was the Judaime's junior sister, and lowered his head slightly with his ears drooping, "the task assigned by Mr. Reborn should have been completed... How long do you plan to play around before you can turn me back to my original appearance?"
[A loyal dog, naturally, has a rather short temper, but perhaps due to his age, he's become more mature? He's incredibly patient for his leader. He feels a subtle sense of guilt when being bullied—but it's precisely this forbidden feeling of guilt that makes him unable to stop (crossed out)]
"I can't control this either. It'll take a full 24 hours for you to turn back into a human." Chaomu didn't hide his intentions. He patted Silver Wolf's furry head and told him frankly, "If you have something to do over there, I can ask for leave for you. Just say it's my fault. Or if you have any work, I can do my best to complete it for you."
Although in fact, apart from taking this tenth-generation junior sister in front of him for a physical examination tomorrow, Mukudera didn't have any important work arrangements...
But looking down at his furry paws, he still felt his eyes twitching. "Twenty-four hours is too long... Is there really no way to end this state early?"
"No," he said, looking like a puppy drenched in rain, which made the bear feel pity for him. However, the little raccoon could only spread his paws regretfully. "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's mainly because the effect of the food only lasts for so long."
The randomness of mushrooms is still too strong. It has happened many times that they increase sensitivity and turn into strange things... Looking back, the probability of turning into small animals by eating mushrooms seems to be a little higher. The only time when I cooked with Midorikawa-kun was the effect of increased perception.
"Anyway, now that we're here," the golden eyes rolled around, and Chaomu leaned over to hook his neck and rub his paws. "Reborn-sensei assigned me a mission, and I need to contact a guardian besides you... I'm new here and don't know anyone. Does Gokudera-kun have any recommendations?"
In front of the tenth generation's loyal dog, she cunningly concealed the mission of playing a prank on her senior brother. After all, she knew that the other party would not cooperate; as for the mission of contacting another guardian, the other party might really recommend a colleague with whom she had a bad relationship.
As expected, Yusilang fell into a suspicious silence.
He did have a "colleague" with whom he had always had a hard time getting along. As far as he knew, the colleague had returned to Italy today, a rare occasion, and his schedule for tomorrow was just a day off, with no other work to complete...
Although his mind told him that he shouldn't do that, the greatly increased playfulness and bad intentions after turning into a small animal made Yusilang shamefully tempted.
After all, it was a mission assigned by Mr. Reborn... and the other party was the tenth generation's junior sister...
"If you want to make friends with a Guardian... I do have someone suitable." The little silver wolf's tail curled up involuntarily, "But it has to be tomorrow during the day... Come with me."
"Yeah."
The little raccoon who was good at planning pulled up his tail, took out his little notebook, and made a check mark on it.
[Guardian of the Storm, Hayato Gokudera: Contacted.]
[Prepare to contact the next guardian: ???]
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The author has something to say: It was such a joy to write, and in the next chapter, I’ll be welcoming the next victim!
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Although I personally believe I've done nothing wrong: What's the point of playing "Love and Athletics"? Isn't it just for the fun of dating without responsibility? In real life, if I talk to boys my age for even a few more words, my brother will pull my hair out. So, what's wrong with dating a few more in this all-ages game?
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Those who can not talk about anything or only talk about one person are upper-class people who are pure-hearted and have few desires. I can't do that anyway, so I'll just leave... cough.
Not only do I talk about it, I also try it. There are so many delicious CGs in games for all ages, such as the closet in the team locker room, the after-school health room, and the hidden corners of the train. Which one... can a picture book fan resist such temptation?
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When I woke up, I heard my bestie ask me if I wanted to go to a college volleyball game. When I heard the familiar school name from the game, I just thought it was fun.
I saw my familiar gaming boyfriend and ex-boyfriend at the scene, and saw that the black guy I put my most energy into lost his passion for basketball because he was too strong, and my former partner fell apart...
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When playing games, of course you want the main team you choose to win the championship, but in reality, every team is not a stepping stone for the "protagonist". They all have their own efforts and joys and sorrows - even for the protagonist, the "shortcuts" I provide are probably a humiliation to them.
In order to maintain the balance of values as much as possible, and for the fairness and justice of competitive sports——
I found my ex-boyfriend's boyfriend's house, pushed him against the wall, and asked him seriously, "Do you want to date?"
As long as everyone's values are inflated, it means there is no value inflation!
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