Chapter 31: Wheat Field Bar "A-choo!" ...
"A-choo!"
Youan sneezed in a not-so-gentle manner, and opened his eyes drowsily in the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
At this time, Asaiah was sleeping with his butt sticking up, holding You Tuan Tuan on his side. His thick furry tail was domineeringly across his chest, and the tip of the tail was about to poke into his nostrils. He must have dreamed about something interesting, and it would shake quickly from time to time.
No wonder my nose and neck always feel itchy.
Youan rubbed his neck, sat up, looked at the spacious bedroom, yawned, and showed his ferocious abyss rabbit mouth.
Because he was staying at someone else's house, Youan felt embarrassed to stay in bed. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, Asaiah also got up.
"Good morning, Brother Youan."
He still needs to go to kindergarten, which is very hard.
While rubbing her eyes and groaning, she grabbed the corner of Youan's clothes and slowly followed him into the bathroom.
The butler had already prepared breakfast, and as soon as he saw Youan, he led him to the dining room to sit down.
Youan was eating scrambled eggs with cream, looking left and right with his round eyes, but he couldn't see Ji Qiao.
However, the Earl drank his tea in high spirits, explaining that Ji Qiao had slept late and that he would send someone else to take him back to school later.
Youan was planning to thank the other party politely, but it seemed that he would have to wait for a part-time job.
He got into the aircraft and quickly returned to Kagano, escorted by a reliable Aries bodyguard.
It was still early for class, so Youan walked towards the dormitory, preparing to put You Tuantuan back first.
"Brother, I think the scrambled eggs at Uncle Earl's house are delicious." On the way, You Tuantuan touched his bulging belly and licked his lips with a bit of satisfaction.
When the housekeeper and the maids saw the little one licking the plate until it was shiny, they were almost moved to tears of joy and kept praising the little boy, calling him a good baby.
Youan held it in his hand and sniffed it. Hmm, it really smelled like scrambled eggs with cream, and it was quite fragrant.
He pretended to open his mouth, and You Tuantuan screamed softly, then covered her eyes with a smile.
You An was reluctant to eat the little rabbit. He pursed his lips and pretended to chew, muttering deliberately: "Wow, You Tuantuan is so delicious, I want to eat you whole!"
“Haha, hahahaha…”
You Tuantuan likes to play the game of eating rabbits the most, but he has no way to avoid it when he shrinks into You An's hands.
So he tried hard to bury his head into his stomach, but unfortunately he only cared about his head and not his butt, and there was still a hairy butt that was twisting its tail.
Youan's eyes suddenly curved up. He looked so happy that he happened to meet Lancelot, who had just returned, at the dormitory door.
"You didn't come back yesterday?" Lancelot looked him up and down, frowning strangely.
"Yes, I told Fiona." Youan nodded. He was completely attracted by Lancelot's appearance at the moment.
Unlike his usual exquisite appearance, Lancelot's tail was messy, and even his hair was barely combed. There seemed to be a tuft of hair missing from his ear, making him look like he had been in a fight with someone.
You An was just about to ask him what he had experienced on his trip home, but before he could even finish his words, he was pulled in front of him.
His skin was naturally fair, and even without the help of sunlight, it was easy to see the bright red mark on his neck.
Lancelot slowly narrowed his eyes, and his brain, which had been beaten last night, began to function slowly.
The collar fabric he chose for Youan was very exquisite, so it was impossible for him to be allergic to it due to rubbing. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but there was an obvious smell of bathing, and the scent did not smell cheap.
In a flash, it was as if thunder exploded in his ears. Lancelot kept smiling on the surface, but in his heart he was trembling as he came to the terrible conclusion that the cabbages he raised were being eaten by pigs.
Wait, that's not right.
You Tuantuan is still here.
Whether it's a passionate night or a pure heartfelt confession, no one would bring a furry little light bulb.
Lancelot stopped his overactive imagination in time, wagging his tail and guessing that maybe it was just an accidental rub.
However, when this reason appears, it is usually a perfunctory excuse made by the protagonist in a third-rate NTR novel, and the person being treated perfunctorily will just accept it silently, and then turn around and wear a cuckold with a sad heart.
Oh, what the hell is this.
Lancelot felt that his brain must have been damaged yesterday. He closed his eyes tiredly and rubbed his eyebrows.
Why did he have to think so much? It was just a trace, and it didn't mean anything. Youan was already an adult orc. In other words—
Even if there is someone outside, he is back now.
Youan watched Lancelot's expression change again and again, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Lancelot puffed his ears, turned his head away, and sighed sadly: "No, it's nothing, I'm glad you're back."
Euan blinked in confusion.
This low pressure continued until the two people entered the house.
Yuan slowly told Lancelot about the misunderstanding last night, and the other party's expression returned to normal, as if the soul floating above his head suddenly returned to its place.
"Oh, it's Atheia..."
Lancelot fell down on the sofa and learned that the marks were just caused by the tiger cub rubbing against him because it was itchy. He felt inexplicably relieved.
He swung his legs in a good mood, watching Youan going in and out to change clothes and pack his backpack, when he suddenly felt a strand of hair being gently pulled.
Lancelot lowered his eyes and turned his attention to a certain child who had been silent.
You Tuantuan was busy dividing the red hair hanging behind her into several strands, and she kept interlacing and overlapping them with a grunt, and had already braided a small section silently.
Lancelot frowned: "What are you doing?"
You Tuan Tuan lifted up a strand of hair, smoothed it, and said seriously, "Boss Fox's hair is messy, so I'm here to help you comb it."
Lancelot pulled out a mirror, looked at his two rustic braids, covered his face with his hands, and sighed completely out of temper.
"Thank you, darling."
"You're welcome!"
You Tuantuan felt that she was also at fault yesterday and shouldn't have fallen asleep so easily. She was worried that Youan would not take her to the bakery in the future, so she quickly took the opportunity to show off and asked politely, "Can I still play with Asaiah?"
"Go ahead and have fun." Without waiting for Youan to respond, Lancelot waved his hand wearily. "Anyway, the Plankin family's attention is on Enzo's brother."
Youan remained silent, his mind flashing through the appearances of the members of the Plankin family one by one. Well, in comparison, Enzo and Assia did give him a very clear feeling.
It was rare to have a friend of the same age who got along well with him, so You An promised You Tuantuan: "Next time Asaiah comes to the store, I will take you out to play."
You Tuantuan's spirits lifted: "Okay!"
Youan still had to go to class, so he took the water bottle and snacks prepared by Fiona and hurried out on time.
When he reached the door, he looked back and saw Lancelot still sitting on the sofa, letting You Tuantuan mess up his beautiful long hair.
When the door closed, Lancelot played the latest episode of The Wizard of the Bottle. Soon, You Tuantuan let go of the hair in his claws and watched the show intently.
"round and round?"
Lancelot poked him, but was perfunctorily slapped away by a small paw, meaning that watching cartoons was more important and he would play with him later.
Lancelot laughed imperceptibly, stood up and went back to his room.
In the safe box of his drawer lay the restored red fox brooch.
It is difficult to find matching parts for this type of mechanical jewelry on the market, so repairing it is extremely difficult.
As if to confirm something, Lancelot took it out, looked at it with his eyes lowered, and disassembled it without hesitation.
Amidst the sound of extremely light breathing, parts no bigger than a fingernail were arranged on the table, and one metal part was held alone in Lancelot's fingertips.
This part is a special model, and coincidentally, it was included in a batch of mechanical components sold by Ghost not long ago.
Lancelot sent all the purchase IDs to his trusted servants: "Go check their information, the sooner the better."
The subordinate was puzzled by the task he assigned: "Do you need to tell Master Kelin that it might be faster with his help?"
"Perhaps I'm usually too lenient with you. When will it be your turn to make the decision?"
Lancelot's voice remained gentle, but it sounded more like a cold, venomous snake coiling around his neck, tightening sinisterly. "If you dare to let even a whisper slip, I'll make you chew your tongue and swallow it."
"Understood!"
Lancelot sneered with a cold face and told his men to hurry up and do it.
The military's current attitude is still unclear, but at least from the last test, it is certain that Colin has already suspected the ghost. He must now confirm whether Youan and the ghost are the same person before the military takes action.
Lancelot had never been in such a conflicted moment. He hoped it was true, but he also desperately hoped it was not true. But no matter what the result was... even if he was eventually taken to the interrogation room, he had to dig this person out.
As for the reason——
Lancelot clicked his tongue in annoyance and couldn't even come up with a single word of reason.
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Youan uploaded his own project assignments into the class file box for other students to refer to. His behavior was no longer generous. In Yin Pei's words, he was like an angel descending to earth!
It is no wonder that even after the Rising Stars Competition ended, everyone's love for him has only intensified, because Youan's kindness is not something he pretends to be for the competition. He is a person worthy of trust and respect.
Youan frowned at their exaggerated flattery and pushed Yin Pei's face away a little.
"Are you shy? Don't be like that. You don't know how valuable this research on mechanical weapons is!" Yin Pei waved his hand. "A lot of data in the database hasn't been updated. I wanted to ask my friends in the Mechanical Engineering Department to help me buy some components and verify the values, but they said the trading website is closed."
You An was stunned: "Ah? The station is closed?"
Hearing Youan interrupting the topic, several well-informed classmates followed suit and complained, slowly telling the good student about the matter.
"Yes, yes. I heard that the inspector came to Area A to investigate some arms deal..."
"There's nothing we can do. The underground city's trading network will definitely be shut down. This isn't the first time it's happened."
"Why do I have to check it every now and then? It's so annoying. I can't even get cheap components."
"Shh, don't say that, or you'll be reported."
Kagano explicitly forbids the purchase of mechanical components or weapons through the trading network, but because the prices are more friendly to students, most professors turn a blind eye as long as the finished weapons do not exceed the energy limit.
Youan showed an expression of confusion, and after the professor came in and started teaching, he quietly clicked on the trading website page.
As expected, the trading network could not be logged in and all seller data was cleared.
Youan lowered his eyes and said nothing. He bent his fingers on his knees and scratched the fine lines of the fabric.
With the winnings and fees from the bet, there will be no problem with You Tuantuan's medical expenses until he is ten years old. In addition, he can save some money by working part-time in the bakery. When he graduates and finds a stable job, he can also join the Machinists Association to earn extra money.
Now that the trading website is closed, it should be a good thing for him. He originally wanted to fade out the identity of Ghost. One reason is that if he is discovered, there is a risk of being expelled by the school. Another reason is naturally that he realized that the military seems to be investigating the exchange of fire between the Hummingbird Society and the Yinchuan Group.
Because the timing is such a coincidence.
Youan frowned. It was really strange. The disintegration procedure he designed was very sophisticated. Unless those people collected the wreckage that had not been completely reduced to pieces.
Now he only hoped that those damn pirates would be blown to pieces along with the disintegrated wreckage.
You An was obviously distracted during this class. It was not until Yin Pei patted him on the shoulder at the end of the class that he noticed a communication screen lit up in front of him.
He nodded politely to the girl, walked to a secluded window outside the classroom, pretended to look at the scenery, and then turned on the light screen.
Surprisingly, the person who requested the call was Mr. Ryan, the owner of the Dungeon Wheatfield Bar.
Ever since he became the intermediary for the Hummingbird Club's commission, they haven't been in contact again.
Youan observed his surroundings in the reflection of the window and whispered, "I heard the inspector is here. Is the dungeon okay?"
"It's okay. As you know, these inspections are intermittent. All we need to do is prepare the necessary documents." Mr. Ryan smiled easily, a sigh in his voice. "But most people have gone into hiding, so no one is taking orders."
Youan's fingers pressed against the seam of his pants: "...Are there any orders now?"
Mr. Ryan smiled and said, "Yes, recently a boss wants to customize mechanical weapons, and the reward is very generous. If you are free, it would be best to come and talk tomorrow."
"tomorrow?"
"tomorrow."
The slightly drooping eyelashes cast a shadow on Youan's face, covering up any possible fluctuations in his pupils.
His Adam's apple rolled ever so slightly, and he spoke again, his voice as steady as if nothing had happened:
"OK."
The young man's voice of agreement finally came through the communication screen. Ryan let out a breath of relief, closed his eyes, and hung up the phone with a wry smile of exhaustion.
The black muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead also slowly moved away.
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