Chapter 183 Chapter 183 The puppet cub is not a little fool, but...
Producer: ...
Anmi, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to want to shed all the tears that she had not shed in all these years.
Soon the sobbing turned into crying with his little head tilted back.
"Daddy, Anmi wants daddy, woo woo woo, Anmi wants daddy - wants daddy to hold her -"
The little guy yelled at the top of his lungs, like a naughty kitten, almost rolling on the ground.
Producer: ……………………
In awe!
The producer couldn't help but stand up and stepped back a distance. He frowned in annoyance and tried to call out the unreliable main system again. But judging from the main system's frequent disappearance, it was obviously very difficult for the producer to call out the main system again. So, he thought - he is worthy of being the cub of the Fu Gan family.
Even crying is so loud——
But is it really that serious?
Is Fu Gan dead or something?
Why are you throwing a tantrum?
and--
Didn’t Fu Gan say that his cub was always laughing, a very noisy little one, and never cried?
So what was this little cub in front of him, howling at the top of its lungs and getting sadder and sadder?
What tricky little thing did Fu Gan throw at him?
"Hey—hey—hey—I say—"
The producer was so upset that he cried so much.
He tried to comfort the little cub.
Finally, listening to the little cub sobbing and asking for its parents to hold it, its snow-white face turned red from crying, it made people feel inexplicably soft-hearted.
The producer never thought that he would use such words to describe himself.
But he still squatted down, stretched out his hand, and clumsily picked up the cub.
"Okay, okay, I've given you a hug. Can you stop crying?"
"No...hiccup...no...I want daddy--Daddy--Ami wants daddy--"
Like a baby being sent to kindergarten for the first time away from home.
The first time Anmi cried, she hiccupped.
His big green eyes were filled with sadness.
After being comforted by the producer for a moment, she leaned into his arms.
This is mainly because of Anmi's identity as a producer.
Only now does he seem particularly relieved.
Such a soft little one.
Are all pups like this?
The producer raised his hand and gently patted Anmi's back.
The cub in his arms felt light and fluttery, with a damp, hot feeling after crying.
She lay listlessly in his arms, like a snowball melted in the sun.
She was dressed up beautifully and looked extremely cute.
I have to say——
The producer thought.
This guy Fu Gan does have some vision.
At least the clothes he had custom-made were indeed very cute and beautiful.
After about a minute, the cub in her arms seemed to calm down slowly. Although tears were still falling, it no longer cried loudly.
The producer breathed a sigh of relief.
He watched the cub raise its head and look around, then lower its head again, mumbling something.
The producer was holding the cub and was about to return to his room when he heard the cub's low mumbling. He thought that little Anmi had finally turned his attention to him - after all, they had been "online friends" for a while, and he had also played a role in promoting Fu Gan's birthday celebration.
Now there should be a cute and adorable name for the producer uncle, right?
Then, he leaned closer and heard the cub speak in confusion.
"Hey, where's Xie Ning? Where's Spider-Man?"
The little cub felt quite aggrieved.
Not only is Dad missing, but even my friends are missing.
And there's no number five here—
Producer: ...
It was all a mistake! It was all a mistake!!!
The producer pushed open the door of his room.
This is a large room.
There seemed to be a medical room outside, but the room inside was open, with various items placed there. Before he went out, it seemed that some kind of research and production was still being carried out here.
The producer let out a cry, casually closed the door inside, pulled open the white curtain of a small compartment next to it, and placed the cub on the bed.
"It's a bit troublesome——"
He tilted his head, as if he had received some new information.
There was a hint of irritability in his eyes and brows behind the gold-rimmed glasses.
The sunset outside fell on his three-dimensional facial features, without any warmth.
At the same time—there was a knock on the door outside.
"Teacher Li."
The sounds outside are youthful and sunny.
"Are you there? There's an idiot in our class who hit his hand off while playing basketball. Hahaha, Teacher Li, can you help catch it?"
The door was pushed open.
A group of boys and girls who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old came in.
However, after only a few steps, the teenagers with their arms raised looked blankly at the little guy sitting on the hospital bed and crying.
Um……?
Um? ? ! !
"Go, go, go away—find a needle and sew it up yourself."
The producer frowned in dissatisfaction and sent them to find what they needed in the medical box.
But soon, his voice was drowned out by the voices of a group of teenagers.
"Where did this little NPC come from?"
"Oh my God, could it be that you, Teacher Li, kidnapped him from somewhere else?"
"I heard there are a lot of children in the Shengjing Apartment next door. Because Shengjing Apartment is connected to the sub-A-level dungeon, the Madness Laboratory, many experimental cubs from that sub-A-level dungeon were sent there. What? Now all the children from that dungeon are being sent here?"
"And it made me cry."
"It really looks like something Teacher Li would do."
Producer: ...
Get out of here!
An Mi's emerald green eyes widened as she looked warily at the group of teenagers rushing in.
They reached out and tried to pinch the cub's face.
"So cute—"
Then--
Anmi raised her hand.
Huge silver scissors appeared in his hand, and he threatened cautiously.
"Dad said no one is allowed to touch Anmi's face."
The crying little cub looked so fierce.
Young people: ...
"Wow! That's fierce!"
They all said nice things, but retreated quickly.
"Also, Teacher Li, there's another little NPC who's been shoved in over there, and forcibly assigned an identity. He's in Class 2-3 of Senior High School... But the thing is, he only looks seven or eight years old, right? What's the purpose?"
This is outrageous.
Who can be assigned to the second year of high school at the age of seven or eight?
Can you be more reliable?
Seven or eight years old?
Anmi's eyes lit up.
It’s Xie Ning!
The little cub was crying and struggling to get up from the bed.
The little one is cute and inspiring——
It was at this time.
Before the producer could continue to understand the current situation.
That cold voice, as if it came from the system, and as if it came directly from the fate of this world, sounded.
Ding—The First Middle School dungeon is opening. Players are entering. Twenty players are allowed to enter. Survival time requirement: ten days. All are transfer students from Class 3, Grade 2.
The sky in the distance seemed to shake because of the sound, the light flickered, and the sunset lasted longer.
The expression on the producer's face looked a little gloomy for a moment.
The young men who were originally smiling also paused. The moment the copy was opened, they seemed to reveal their true appearance - bloody and twisted appearance of death, terrible and terrifying.
The producer tapped slowly on the table.
"Good kids, evening study is about to begin, and you need to go get to know the new classmates in your grade."
Anmi also jumped off the bed.
He wants to find Xie Ning.
Go home with Xie Ning.
Dad is injured.
Anmi wants to go back to protect her father!
The stubborn little cub held his silver scissors and tried to walk out under the gaze of everyone.
Producer: ...
The producer tried to pick up the cub.
Mainly in the No. 1 Middle School copy, the cubs sent by Fu Gan in a special way did not have a suitable identity.
The cub was brought here almost by the player's teleportation. Before arriving at the Komi Suya Hotel, it had no fixed identity, so the First Middle School copy automatically skipped the cub, which was why Anmi and Xie Ning were not in the same place when they opened their eyes.
But the little cub is particularly stubborn.
He was focused on walking out, wiping his eyes with his two little hands. His emerald green eyes still looked watery. He pursed his crimson lips and walked stubbornly.
Just a head of curly hair hanging down.
Her eyes were also red from crying.
Looks a little pitiful.
"Hey - it's not safe over there -"
One or two people failed to hold on, and someone was the last to leave, and couldn't help but speak.
To them, players represent danger.
They couldn't bear to see such a cub running over there.
The producer also pulled it twice.
He failed to pull her away, and Anmi led her all the way out of the office building.
There is a playground outside the office building.
At this moment, the gate of the No. 1 Middle School in the distance was opened, and a group of people, led by a teacher from the Education Department, just entered the gate.
The producer couldn't help but feel a headache when seeing this.
He kept trying to send messages to Fu Gan——
Just listening to Fu Gan talk about his chaotic daily life of raising puppies.
It’s really a headache to actually meet the cubs of the Fu Gan family.
What should I do?
I heard that Anmi likes eating very much.
He eats fiercely and firmly.
I almost ate a lot of things that I shouldn't eat.
Thinking of this, the producer saw that Fu Gan had not responded and could only think of a solution himself.
"Anmi? Are you hungry? You celebrated your dad's birthday, and you haven't eaten properly yet? The cafeteria at No. 1 Middle School is still open—there's also a special faculty cafeteria, and the food there is just as good as the food at the Komi Suya Hotel. How about we go eat there first? I'm still in contact with Fu Gan, and he'll come pick you up soon."
Anmi still pursed her lips tightly.
"Anmi is going to find Daddy—Daddy is injured, and Anmi wants to protect Daddy."
Anmi is not that kind of stupid little doll.
Dad was seriously injured.
Anmi wants to find her father, and Anmi can also protect her father.
He is not a little fool, but he is really a little stubborn.
The producer had a headache.
That's when it happened.
Finally, the phone vibrated.
The producer took a look and quickly placed the phone in front of the cub.
"Alright, alright, look, that kid Fu Gan is fine. Look, the message has been sent. He will definitely come to pick you up later."
On the mobile phone.
Fu Gan: "Did he go to your place? Please take care of him for me. He didn't eat much at night. Take him to eat first--"
Only one sentence came from the other side.
It looked like it was unconscious, but it was still worried. It struggled to get up and confirmed the news about the cub. After feeling relieved, it fell silent again.
"Your father asked you to eat first."
The producer looked at little Anmi who was staring at his phone non-stop.
He stretched out his hand, intending to hold the little guy, but after a tentative move, he finally picked up the cub.
This time he finally stopped making a fuss and was not stubborn.
Lying quietly in the producer's arms.
The producer let out a long sigh and took the cub all the way to the faculty cafeteria.
When I looked down again, the little cub, who had just stopped crying, started to cry again.
"Ancestor...what happened again?"
It's hard for me to deal with you like this!
Of course I’m not trying to coax you, I’m saying that if your dad saw it, it would be really hard for him to explain!
The cub looked up at him, then curled up its little body and buried its head to prevent him from seeing it cry.
Just as Fu Gan wished.
Anxiety, grievance, sadness - the cubs now have real ways to express themselves.
He was still boisterous, but he was a complete little Ammi.
The children who left home cried quietly because they missed home.
This little action softens people's hearts.
The producer's voice also softened unconsciously and he moved closer. He was the most gentle-looking of the three bosses, so he seemed gentle.
"What happened?"
"Eat...eat, Dad will feed me...I miss, I miss Dad."
The little cub still couldn't help it.
The worry and anxiety made him too uncomfortable.
His emerald green eyes were misty with tears, which quickly gathered, soft and low, filled with grievance.
"Uncle, Anmi wants to see dad."
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