Tag: What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

Note: Mentions of alcohol in this chapter.

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With one bottle of beer downed, He Ruge was already thoroughly drunk. He dazedly put down the bottle of alcohol and reached up to touch his burning red face.

Very hot.

He Ruge talked to himself: “I… I’ve been roast cooked…”

His nonsense was interrupted by his drunken hiccups and touched his stomach in confusion, while looking hesitantly at his unopened bento box.

So strange. The meal hasn’t been eaten yet, but he already burped? Could he be full on happiness??

He Ruge giggled a little. After laughing, he opened his still-hot bento lunch box. Regardless if he was hungry or not, the lunch box must be eaten. He specially bought the most expensive bento. If he wasted it, his conscience would hurt.

He finished the bento box bite by bite in concentration. When He Ruge stood up, he was completely disoriented and couldn’t stand straight^[1].  

This really isa^[2] very weird. Why is the room shaking, is there an earthquake? He Ruge walked blankly along the wall and staggered to the computer. He saw a bunch of unread messages on Penguin from close friends.

　Emotionless Coding Machine: “Congratulations on entering V!”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Have you prepared the liver exploding (stressful) update for after you enter V? Don’t forget that you said that after entering V, you would do 10,000 a day!”

In the silent room under the noonday sun, a heart soaked in wine somehow became sentimental.

Ruge: “Ji Ji^[3], thank you for always monitoring me, helping me watch over my draft box, and helping me find errors in the text.”

All the bits and pieces of the past reappeared in his mind and He Ruge clickclack ^[4] typed: “Without you there wouldn’t be today’s me. Good friend, let us walk together, one life, one incarnation.” 

Emotionless Coding Machine: “…… Damn, what Ji Ji. Who’s a Ji Ji, Are you that stimulated (from shock of entering V) or are you drunk?”

Ruge: “Ji Ji, I……”　　

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Don’t call me Ji Ji!”　　

Ruge: “Ji Ji, I am not drunk. I only drank a little bit of beer.”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Ah——all drunks say they are not drunk. Listen up, go to bed and take a nap right now.”

Ruge: “But Ji Ji, I want to play the game for a bit.”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Ancestor, you are already drunk to this extent, yet still want to play games ah.”

Ruge: “No one fed my Little White Tiger any milk, he will starve.”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “…… fine, you win. I allow you to play for half an hour. After half an hour, you must go to bed and take a nap. Otherwise, I will make fermented wine pigeon^[5] for your readers.”

He Ruge, who had received approval, was very happy. Being drunk to this extent, he had forgotten to adjust the game’s time .He supported his groggy head with one hand, and used the other hand to click on the mouse and feed milk to the cubs.

Now, there was only 5 cubs left and he very quickly ended up feeding Little White Tiger.

The door to room No.20 opened. When his blurred drunken vision saw Little White Tiger, his eyes immediately widened. He Ruge looked closely at the little white tiger, and the tip of his nose was almost about to hit the screen. He smiled softly and said: “Sweetheart, you are so cute.”

The little white tiger sitting in the cotton nest trembled a bit and looked at He Ruge in shock.

He Ruge didn’t click on the intimate interaction option. He rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling that the glasses frame on his nose bridge was too heavy so he removed his glasses.

Really strange.

Why are there two little white tigers on the screen?

He Ruge rubbed his eyes and looked at it again in concentration. Still two little white tigers. Both little white tigers had the same “Well, fuck” expression, dumbfounded and shocked. Blue eyes flickered and little paws trotted around anxiously^[6].

Too cute.

He Ruge was menged into laughter. Two Little White Tigers, double the cuteness, ah. He likes this.

“Two little tigers, Two little tigers~ Running fast~Running fast~”^[7]

The little white tiger sitting in the cotton nest shook his head like a rattle, seemingly looking to see where there was an extra tiger.

A fingertip lightly tapped on Little White Tiger’s ear, “One without ears~”　　

The bud-like tiger ears drooped down, and blue eyes looked innocently in confusion towards the person in front of him.

“One without a tail~”　　

Slender fingers softly tapped on the tail and conveniently poked a round little butt. Little White Tiger’s fur instantly exploded up, staring at He Ruge with both shyness and annoyance.

He Ruge smiled lowly, “Really strange~Really strange~”　　

He really was extremely drunk, and after persisting in finishing the song, he laid his head down on the table and fell asleep.

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Since the last time in the bathing room, Xi Guican found that the number of surviving subjects was very small. This time, he had listened to He Ruge feeding the other experimental subjects. Not including him, there were only four experimental subjects left.

The game time should have been adjusted forward. Xi Guican calmly conjectured.

The ice project had lasted for three months. If the time was not fast forwarded, he would have to spend three months being forced to experience his past as an experimental subject. Even if He Ruge was there, he would still suffocate anxiously.

Presumably, the previously encountered bug was also an error resulting from the time acceleration.

A set of slightly trailing footstep sounds stopped, and the iron door was slowly pushed open to reveal a… brightly flushed face?　　

The layer of thin red on his face didn’t fade. It wasn’t the redness caused by heat after exercising, nor from a blush caused by shyness.

It was a difficult to describe color.

His white skin was dyed pink, the color of peach blossoms in March. His neck was a light pink and the shallow pink bloomed upwards, as if overlaid with a halo dye- from his lips to the tip of his nose, and then to his cheeks, as if they’d flown into a brilliant red glow, eye-catchingly gorgeous.

Xi Guican has always known that He Ruge is good-looking, a beauty that was unable to be tainted, transparently beautiful, and seeming as though a single touch would stain that pure white.

But at this moment, the person in front of him gave off quite a different feeling.

It was a juice-dipped red.

Other than white…… red also unexpectedly suited him.

The red-stained body was soft and mushy^[8], and he was having difficulties walking. When he walked into Xi Guican’s field of view, all of his movements played out in a slow-motion fashion. However, when He Ruge was able to stand steadily, his action of leaning over was shockingly fast.

Carrying the scent of alcohol, He Ruge bent down and approached Xi Guican without warning. The moment that flushed face instantly zoomed in, Xi Guican felt a bit helpless. Like a frightened little animal, his whole body turned stiff, and the fur on the back puffed up along with his nerves.

Too close. 

Close enough that he was unexpectedly sucked into that pair of dark black eyes. Those gleaming moist eyes seemed to have become a type of wine, a sweet and irresistible liquor.

A warm breath from the nose hit Xi Guican’s face. It smelled of alcohol but was different from the ordinary alcoholic smell. It was mixed with a subtle fragrance of humidity^[9]. In the middle of the pervading fragrance, Xi Guican saw his red lips purse together and convey frivolous words with inexplicable excitement: “Sweetheart, you are so cute.”: 

Because he was drunk, the words were somewhat slurred, but the word “sweetheart” was said clearly.　　

Sweetheart. 

Xi Guican seemed to hear a loud explosion in his mind, sweetness crashing against the mountains.

Those bright red once once again opened and closed; ethereal and moving words flowed out briskly like alluring wine being poured into a crystal glass. When the sound of singing flowed into his ears, the voice contained a type of peaceful and inclusive energy, gentle like the wind, and embracing like the sea. It poured into Xi Guican’s spiritual consciousness little by little.

His shattered spiritual sea of consciousness shook. All the pain was suddenly swept away, and the damaged areas were gently repaired. Xi Guican never before felt this serene and comfortable.

It seemed as though he had really become very, very small, like a little white tiger who could not even stand steadily as he laid in a gently rocking cradle. Someone was humming an unknown song while pushing the cradle.

A finger touched his ear, and Xi Guican’s touched ear instantly burned red. He was a little angry but couldn’t bring himself to stay angry because the singing voice beside his ears was so beautiful. The feeling of his spiritual sea of consciousness being immersed in this moving singing voice was far too comfortable. 

He had almost forgotten all the troubles in the world…

However, that finger once again poked at his butt.

Xi Guican finally glared at the person who got an inch and asked for a mile. The youth laughed, his wet eyelashes drooping downwards like a butterfly struggling in the net of sleep. He Ruge blinked slowly, and his blinking speed became slower and slower until, finally, his closed eyes no longer trembled. He fell asleep like he had run out of power.

The singing also stopped abruptly.　　

If his spiritual sea of consciousness hadn’t received a long-lost sense of comfort and peace, then everything that happened just then would have seemed like a dream.

In the dim room, the deep yet shallow aroma of wine still hovered in the air and there was a fine layer of dust rising and falling in the silted light.

The young man was lying on his side on the ground, sleeping deeply. Xi Guican saw that the thin red on the other person’s skin had not faded completely. A transparent white carrying tinges of red. It was a warm and soft white that also carried an ambiguous sweet fragrance.

Long, curly eyelashes contrasted against lips that were a brighter red than usual.

The little white tiger was drawn in by the lure of temptation and walked over to him, using his paws to gently pat the young man’s cheeks. It’s warm …… The little paw, as if struck by electricity, immediately shrank back.

But after a moment, the little white tiger carefully lowered his head again. He held his breath, and as if he were possessed ——

Kissed those lips.

It was sweet.

Sweeter than fruit candy and could make one drunk. 

Carrying the not yet dissipated taste of alcohol, it was intoxicating.

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The author has something to say:
The little white tiger stole a bit of alcohol infused chocolates. Ya, tastes really good. Wants to eat more.

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After the bathing task was completed, He Ruge bought a fruit candy for the little rabbit to comfort the rabbit’s broken heart.

As a person, one shouldn’t treat others discriminately. He Ruge also fed Little White Tiger a piece of fruit candy and conveniently checked his status.

[Intimate]: In No.20’s heart, you are considered a more important existence, Goodwill 73

[Unawakened]: No one has discovered that No. 20 is a little monster, except you　　

He Ruge’s eyes stayed a while on the Goodwill 73. Unknowingly, his relationship with Little White Tiger was already at intimate. If emotions could really be measured by statistics, what sort of existence does Little White Tiger have in his own heart?

It should also be a special and important existence.

His fingers touching the smooth screen, He Ruge suddenly wished this game would never have an ending so that he could always continue playing.

This way, Little White Tiger could always be beside him.

Although, currently, there are many readers who like him, there is a saying that “Authors are struck by iron, readers are flowing water”. Many readers, when their emotions are stimulated by words will honestly say “DaDa ^[1] I will always support you” and other similar things.

When He Ruge wrote the first article, he believed these words. He remembered the ID names of those readers. One day the readers disappeared, He Ruge waited until the last chapter, but even when his next work began, those readers still did not return.

No sort of like is everlasting. Even being liked for a brief moment is already a very fortunate thing.

His fingertips that were touching the screen slowly retracted. He Ruge turned off the game and prepared to go to bed after washing up. In the bathroom, He Ruge found that the red lines on his legs had once again become a brilliant red and the area of the red lines had also expanded a bit. It seemed that new lines would appear automatically on his skin.

Exactly what is this disease?

He Ruge washed his face in front of the mirror. The young man in the mirror was brought into a blurry focus, skin without flaws, white with a tinge of red.

His appearance was fine, not like one who had a disease. Since it seemed like he wouldn’t die for a while, then he should just work hard to earn money. After saving enough money, go see a doctor. He shouldn’t think about it regularly so as to not scare himself.

After motivating himself, He Ruge laid down flat to sleep. But, when he recalled that he was going to enter V (VIP status) tomorrow, he turned back and forth and couldn’t fall asleep. Will there be many readers who will read the pirated text? If this book only had high bookmarks and poor income ^[2], what would he do in the future?

What about the rent for next month? Was his decision to do full-time correct? What should he do if he couldn’t save enough for medical expenses? If his illness suddenly flared up and he died alone at home, what would happen? 

With a stomach full of unease, He Ruge didn’t even know when he fell asleep, and because he was worried about entering V, he woke up at six in the morning.

The timer had already been set for the draft box and the V chapter would be posted at noon exact.

He Ruge pushed his glasses once, but then couldn’t help pushing it a second time. The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment. The ratings for this text was very good prior to entering V, good to the point that he began suffering from panic.  He seemed to have returned to the day when the college entrance examination scores came out, and his heart was about to burst through his throat. Even a slight breeze or swaying grass would burst open his unease. 

Without the company of his family, He Ruge learned early on how to swallow these emotions by himself.　　

He took a deep breath and opened up “Your Exclusive Lovers”. On the game screen appeared a prompt that popped out:

[Your waking time today was early. Your exclusive lover isn’t ready to welcome the new day yet. Therefore, intimate interaction will not increase goodwill.]

He Ruge almost choked on the breath he just took. He suspected that this game was intentionally bullying players. Since he couldn’t brush goodwill right now, He Ruge chose to fast forward time. After fast forwarding seven days, No. 10 and No.14 had passed away. Once again, He Ruge completed the seventh day check in and received another pink Gacha egg.

Before twisting open the egg, He Ruge remembered the phenomenon of the red lines burning from last time. He specifically rolled up his trousers and revealed the red stripes.

When his mouse clicked to twist open the egg, He Ruge stared firmly at the red lines. One second passed and it seemed that there was no change. It seems he had become quite paranoid ^[6]. But, just as He Ruge was about to look away, the originally deep-red, red lines became many times more brilliant, both red and bright like slowly flowing magma.

The skin where the red lines were became hot again.

His eyes which were behind the glasses lenses turned  very round. He Ruge blinked hard, suspecting that his vision had blurred.

“Dang Dang Dang~” sounded from the game, but He Ruge didn’t look up to check which prop he had drawn. He held his breath and stared at the red streaks.

Then, the bright red line dimmed, as if its energy had been drained all at once.　　

The glowing and burning was only momentary, but that short time frame had already broken down He Ruge’s worldly views.

This is unscientific!

Who am I, Where am I, What did I just see?!

He Ruge raised his head in a trance, and a brand-new rare prop came into his view.

It was a shiny helmet.

[Name]: holographic gaming helmet

【Quality】：Rare

[Evaluation]: This is a holographic gaming helmet from the intergalactic plane. Although it is an obsolete style, it is still ahead of the existing technology level of the Blue Planet

[Limitations: Only you can use it]

[May the player please fill out their address and contact information and pay the express delivery fee of 8888.88 RMB (~1257 USD).]

【Address:_】

【Method of Contact:__】　　

He Ruge: “…!!!”

Damn, has this broken game gone crazy from thinking about money?!

More than 8000. Right now, on his entire person he didn’t even have eight hundred. He Ruge quickly turned off the payment interface, and the rare item appeared in his backpack, marked with three small words “to be paid”.

Within He Ruge’s heart, there was not an ounce of hope. He even wanted to laugh a bit. Game scams always started with small monetary amounts. Asking players to pay so much money at the beginning, unless the player was silly and rich…　

The poor him would never pay an IQ tax. 

Laughing at the ridiculous game, He Ruge looked at the two rare props in his backpack and fell into contemplation. 

Logically, rare props should be quite difficult to obtain. Why can he draw two in a row? When clicking to open the Gacha egg, why would the lines glow and burn? Perhaps, is there a mysterious connection between the two? 

…… Maybe the glowing of the red lines could increase his luck?

He Ruge suspected that he had written too many webnovels, such that his problem solving reasoning had also been led astray. This was not a novel, nor was he, himself, the protagonist. The red lines were even more so not a golden finger^[3] that fell from the sky.

But, once the seed of suspicion are planted in the heart, it’s hard to prevent it from growing into a towering tree. Actually, it was very easy to confirm his guess ——

Just buy a lottery ticket!

He Ruge remembered that there was a lottery shop near his residential area. He won’t get takeout today. When he’s downstairs buying lunch, he can conveniently buy a lottery ticket.

However, there is still some time before the number draw for the lottery ticket. In order to verify his hypothesis as fast as possible, He Ruge again fast-forwarded 7*24 hours (7 days) in game time. No. 9 and No.15 had passed away, and He Ruge obtained a new pink Gacha egg.

After He Ruge clicked to open the Gacha egg, he focused on the red lines. The dim red streaks shimmered slightly. At this moment, the twinkling glow compared to last time was like fireflies contending with a brilliant moonlight. The dim light shone for a moment and then vanished like a candle in the wind.

The red lines that were originally dull in color were now almost invisible. Perhaps if this was repeated a few more times, the lines might disappear completely.

“Dang Dang Dang~” The pink gacha egg opened and inside was a strawberry-flavored fruit candy.

He Ruge pushed up his glasses. He had a faint guess in his heart. If the red lines was a golden finger that could increase his luck, then it could only be used once a day.

He Ruge was uncertain about the exact extent of its impact on his luck. Buying a lottery ticket might be a good testing method. He Ruge can study the red lines’ impact on his luck according to the amount of money won.

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Good morning, are you up yet? You can start writing!”

The Di Di Penguin notification sound brought He Ruge back to reality. He looked silently at his close friend and suddenly felt that he, who had just treated the red lines as a golden finger, was a fool who had written until he’d lost his way in life^[4].

He Ruge pushed up his glasses expressionlessly. He had a stomach full of fire with no place to expel it, so he opened the author’s forum page and updated a post.

#I caught a never-before-seen illness, but I think this is a golden finger granted to me by God#

No.0 

There are red streaks on my legs, and every time I click on a game lottery, the streaks will glow and burn. Even more amazing is that, as an Asian floor owner^[5], when the lines glowed, I drew 2 rare props in a row. 

No.1

Someone, come. Another one has gone crazy, quickly drag the floor owner out.

No.2

Consecutively drawing 2 rare props QAQ reasonably suspecting this is the Emperor showing off! Trying to beat the Europeans!

No.3

Hahahaha The source of today’s happiness 

No.4

Floor owner, have you finished writing? Quit dreaming, quickly go write.

No.5

Glowing and burning. This post is really green. Floor owner, you need to be more strict in testing the waters. This is too fake, I don’t even know how to answer you sincerely.

No.6

Growing lines? Stretch marks?

……

The publicly ridiculed He Ruge actually felt better in his heart. He shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly: “What were you thinking just then. Writing novels until you’ve become silly.”

He Ruge turned off the game and went to go write with his close friend. He shut himself into the little black room of the writing software and wrote six thousand words in one breath, only exiting at noon.

The timed V chapter in the draft box had already been published. He Ruge took a deep breath and opened the admin page to see the viewing statistics. When he saw the string of numbers, his whole person froze.

So high.

It was higher than what he had expected.

The view rate was very stable. Compared to the view rate of his usual new posts, this rate was not much different, meaning that the readers who were following the novel were mostly not part of the group that supported pirated-text.

Turns out…… most of them were genuine angels who had subscribed to the text.

It felt like he was dreaming.

He Ruge floated as he walked out of the room and went downstairs to buy a bento box – the most expensive box. Then, he meandered around and bought a lottery ticket. When he passed by a convenience store, he couldn’t resist buying a bottle of alcohol.

He moved a chair beside the window. The lunch was yet to be opened, but the alcohol was opened first. Outside the window was the twelve O’clock sun that shone brightly, so bright that He Ruge couldn’t keep his eyes open.

He closed his eyes and took a sip of the alcohol, and the bitter taste of beer permeated his mouth. He Ruge was a little bit unaccustomed to the taste on his tongue. It was obviously a slightly bitter alcohol flavor, but under the warm sunlight, he was able to taste a hint of sweetness.

He Ruge can’t hold his alcohol. His only drinking experience was during the graduation party on the day the college entrance examination ended. He had one sip.

A toast to his teachers, a toast to his hard-fought youth.

A beautiful youth.

His closed eyes opened again, looking straight at the high noon sun (TL Public Announcement: please do not ever do this. It will burn your retinas.)　　

He Ruge smiled and, in large mouthfuls, finished the beer. Due to prolonged staring at the sun, his eyes shed some physiological tears.

However, the tear-moistened black eyes still glanced towards the bright, sunny sky.

This is my future,

Look,　　

An expanse of brightness.

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The author has something to say:

Actually, the red streaks were also working diligently the second time. Yes. The fruit candy is Little White Tiger’s favorite strawberry flavor. This is the outcome of the red lines’ efforts!

There is also another point I forgot to mention. If the Little White Tiger is online but He Ruge isn’t online, the little white tiger can only drink milk through the feeding hole of the room and will not interact intimately with He Ruge, nor increase goodwill. (Basically, HRG will not be an interactable character. Maybe he won’t even be present.)

Small Theater: 

He Ruge: HA, I will not pay for the express delivery.

He Ruge: Oh, the holographic game is so fun. A blast.

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Hi all! I’ve decided to change Xing Hai Orphanage into “Starry Sea Orphanage” to make it easier to remember. I will edit the previous chapters this week. I’m also making a list of all the cubs and their respective room numbers in the game. The list will also be up next week. So far, we only know of 5 specified cubs. This chapter hasn’t been edited yet. So, let me know if you see any errors. Thank you!

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The Little White Tiger’s heart was like a needle in the sea^[1].

He Ruge put the catnip away and clicked on [Touch Back] again. This time, Little White Tiger didn’t avoid it, but he didn’t enjoy it as much as last time, grumbling with a heavy heart.

No. 20 

[Roar “Touch lighter”]^[2]

He Ruge: “???”

This force, I can’t even control it.

　However, after Little White Tiger said this, the unblemished hand in the game visibly softened its touch. After the Little White Tiger was served comfortably, the number of little hearts rose with tide, becoming 20.

The brief happiness gained from owning a cat was short lived. Once it was 11:30, He Ruge was rolled into the black box under his close friend’s urging call.

He Ruge typed until 6 O’clock and added five thousand words to his draft box. Tomorrow is the day he will enter V (VIP status). He checked his draft box inventory and seeing the 40,000-word draft, he felt a bit more secure.

And so, He Ruge happily opened up the game. After feeding the cubs dinner, He Ruge received a new task.

　　[Bath Day: I love taking baths, keep the body well. Under the directions of Huang You, please undertake the task of washing the experimental subjects]

Huang You pulled a cart that had a large iron cage on top. Huang You opened the room and tossed a few cubs into the iron cage.

When room No.20 was opened, the Little White Tiger was different from the other cubs that were in the corner. He stood generously at the door and roared once at Huang You.

The hand that originally wanted to grab the back of the Little White Tiger’s neck paused and Huang You subconsciously took a step backwards.

Little White Tiger sauntered aggressively into the cage with his short legs. His momentum was so amazing as he stood tall amongst the group of trembling cubs, and all the other cubs conscientiously shrank into a clump to give the little white tiger space.

Under He Ruge’s speechless gaze, the little white tiger calmly closed the door of the cage and occupied half the space within the iron cage like a bully, even turning his head towards the little rabbit opposite of him and baring his teeth.

The little rabbit chirped once and seemed like it would start crying in the next second.

Xiao Baihu returned his gaze contemptuously, and looked at everyone in the room, including He Ruge, with the same expression as if looking at spicy chicken (trash). 

　　He Ruge: “……”

Huang Wei pushed the cart full of cubs towards the bathroom. He Ruge gazed lovingly at the pile of cubs and began to imagine the beautiful image of bathing them.

The bathroom was large, but its structure was strange. It wasn’t a big bathing tub. There was no pool, and even more-so no separate compartments. If it wasn’t marked with the three words ‘The Bathing Room’, then this large, empty room was similar to an unfurnished cement room.

Huang You opened the iron cage and pulled out four cubs at once, including a little rabbit. When Huang You’s hand reached in, the little white tiger had flexibly avoided him. He hid in the corner of the iron cage and calmly watched the proceedings before him through the iron bars.

The little rabbit’s two long ears were grabbed by Huang You’s hand, struggling to pull him out like pulling radish.

The terrified little rabbit and the three other cubs were thrown together into the middle of the open space. They were like four trembling quails, not even daring to move.

Huang You turned on the room’s devices. A transparent glass wall separated the four cubs from everyone else. On top of the glass wall was a portable water hose.

He Ruge suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He watched as Huang You controlled the water hose, aimed at the cubs within the glass walls and sprayed a heavy stream of water at them. Immediately, the cubs were sprayed until they became drowned chickens. Additionally, because of the intense pressure impact, they pushed backwards many steps by the spray. The little rabbit was directly sprayed into the floor.

The other cubs reacted and started to flee desperately. Only the foolish little rabbit was shocked into huddling in place, trembling with tears, and let the intense water hit him.

Huang You grew tired of tormenting the little rabbit and began using the water to spray the other cubs. After the “bath” was over, the four cubs were all abnormally sluggish. The little rabbit was even more miserable looking, as if he would kick the bucket at any moment.

He Ruge’s eyebrows tightly furrowed. He looked intently at the little rabbit on the screen, wanting to stuff this crying ball a handful of candy to still his tears.

Huang You put these cold and shivering cubs into the drying area. The little rabbit noticed that the surrounding environment was becoming warmer, and the originally sobbing him stopped crying. The bunny carefully turned his belly towards the warmth of the warm-air outlet. After a while, he obediently rolled himself over and tried hard to dry his small wet bum.

Huang You

[Did you observe and understand? Next, you are responsible for washing.]　　

Beginner’s guide:

When He Ruge saw the last line in the Beginner’s guide, the rock in his heart landed^[3]. Since the size and temperature of the water flow were controllable, then he could adjust it to a trickle, and have the temperature be just right, not too hot nor too cold. 

In the beginning, He Ruge was really scared that the game’s washing mode was the kind of “abuse” mode displayed by Huang You. if there truly was only that option, then perhaps he would be stuck at this point or even drop the game completely. 

Fortunately, this game still remembered that it was a love game, not to force the player to become a pervert.

Huang You was about to pull out the five cubs left in the iron cage, but those cubs had witnessed the experience of their companions and refused to be pulled out. At this chaotic moment^[4], it was again Little White Tiger who stood out alone and roared at Huang You fiercely. Before Huang You was able to respond, he rushed out and quickly ran into the center of the open space and sat down

Unlike the sitting, dignified and refined Little White Tiger, the other four cubs were thrown all over the place.

He Ruge pressed the down button “↓” and the glass wall automatically descended and closed the cubs inside. He Ruge then adjusted the bath water. Because he adjusted the intensity of the water flow to the minimum setting, the tiny stream of water couldn’t reach very far, let alone spray the cubs hiding a distance away.

At this moment, He Ruge suddenly understood why Huang You would adjust the water intensity to the maximum, because this way, no matter where the cub was hiding, they could still be sprayed.

When He Ruge’s bathing plan was disrupted, the little white tiger, who had been still as a mountain, once again walked out. He walked slowly towards the stream, first raising his small paw to test the water temperature before closing his eyes and standing under the stream to let the warm water wash his body.

He Ruge quickly controlled the water flow, letting the warm water pour onto the little white tiger’s back and sides, fearing that the water might splash into those tiger ears.

Fortunately, the white tiger’s ears were folded down earlier. His fluffy and soft hair was wetted and soggily stuck to his body. The originally round ball little white tiger suddenly lost a few sizes. 

Those tightly closed blue eyes slowly opened. A small drop of water slid down his pink nose, and the little white tiger wiped at his nose with his paws. After his back was completely wet, Little White Tiger laid down on the ground and exposed his soft, white belly towards He Ruge.

　　He Ruge: “!!!”

If you round up, this could be considered putting his face on the belly! 

After his belly was also wetted, the little white tiger sat up, grabbed his tail and concentrated on rubbing it under the water.

He Ruge was menged ^[5] by the image in front of him until he lost his senses. Once the little white tiger was done washing, he walked towards the cubs behind him and AoAo roared them many times. Those cubs then obediently walked over to bathe with their tails between their legs.

With the help of the little white tiger’s godliness^[6], the whole process of bathing became unbelievably smooth sailing.　

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Xi Guican hated the Starry Sea Orphanage. Every second in the game, he would recall many disgusting memories.

For example, bathing.

Being chased with water around the building without dignity, cold water hitting and stinging the body. It was even more uncomfortable when they were hit on the stomach.

So, when Xi Guican saw the No. 19 little rabbit curled into a ball and being hit with water, a sense of admiration grew in his heart.

The seasoned individuals who had previous experience with bathing all knew that laying on the ground motionlessly with their back facing the water was the most energy-saving and safest method.

Similarly, after the bath, they had to immediately blow dry themselves because the drying time had a limited duration. If their fur wasn’t dried before returning to their room, it was easier for them to fall sick.

Xi Guican glanced at No.19 a few more times. The more he looked, the more interesting he felt it was. This little rabbit cub was quite different from the other cubs. His mental state was great. His eyes were bright, vibrant and lively, containing a youthful, strong vitality.

He was nothing like an experimental subject who had been impaired three times by the Mental Consciousness Stimulator

If he continued to maintain this mental state, then there was a high chance No. 19 would survive the Ice project. What was the factor that made No.19’s condition so good?

The contemplative Xi Guican was awakened by the chaotic movement beside him. It was better to walk on his own than be carried out. With that mindset, the little white tiger took the lead in entering the bathing area.

He lifted his head and looked towards He Ruge ahead.　　

Although… I hate bathing in this environment, if the person is you, then this matter is not so hateful anymore.

Xi Guican walked forward step by step, his paws treading along the soaked ground. Behind him were the cubs’ continuous cries of horror and panic. His sense of touch and hearing made him feel as if his world was flipped upside down, and his surroundings turned into a life-consuming swamp. He was stuck in a quagmire, and the viscous filth clung to the bottom of his feet. Every step he took, the stickiness was like a lurking shadow. 

Everything here made him feel disgusted. Yes, everything in Starry Sea Orphanage was originally very disgusting.

Xi Guican stopped in front of the stream of water and watched the clear and warm beads of water droplets. The water droplets fell from high up, like a broken string of pearls strewn all over the floor.　

The steam from the heat obscured the glass, however, the blurriness actually couldn’t block out the youth’s beautiful face.

Xi Guican suddenly remembered a rumor regarding Merpeople.

According to legends, a Merperson’s tears would become pearls.

In the past, Xi Guican once thought that if he caught a Merperson, he would have the other shed tears, crying out a sea of pearls until they had no more tears to shed.

But now, within this span of water vapor, he quietly looked at He Ruge’s face and suddenly discarded his original idea.

Xi Guican wondered how dark his previous self was in order to desire for all the good in the world to sink with him.

The drops of water on top of his head finally dripped down onto his body. It was soft and warm. Xi Guican slowly closed his eyes. Coincidentally, a drop of water slid down from his eyelashes like a teardrop. 

He sensed it.  

At this moment, all the lingering, sticky filth on his body was finally washed off.

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The author has something to say:

The water in the water hose is mixed with the appropriate amount of soap. In a few splashes, it can wash you nice and white.

This novel is set in an interstellar future. Even if the cubs took a bath every day, they will not get sick. Everyone, please do not compare to a pet’s recommended bathing frequency in real life.

Small Theater: 

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TL Corner: Phew. Another lengthy chapter. So much symbolism! ^v^ ~ Enjoy!

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Hi all! Thank you for your patience. Chapters 16 to 19 are longer than usual, so it took a bit longer to translate. Chapter 25 (where VIP chapters begin) is also a whooping 10K characters long, so it might be broken down into 4 parts.

Chapter Note: This chapter uses the term “brush” multiple times (brush goodwill, brush favorability, brushing). Meanings and uses include: ‘to increase’, ‘make known’, ‘advance’, ‘leave a mark’. For the most part, if you read it as “increasing”, the passage will make sense.

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After the Pink Gacha image disappeared, three game announcements popped up on the screen.

[Considering the player’s gaming experience, this game supports the fast forward option. However, please pay attention to one particular aspect, players cannot increase the goodwill of the target during fast forward modes. There are only three opportunities to brush the target’s goodwill per day, respectively from 6 ~ 9 am , 11 ~ 12 noon, and 5 ~ 8 pm]

[Reminder: During the fast forwarding of 7 x 24 hours (7 days), the player consumed a total of little hearts x 21, the current balance is 31 little hearts]

【Attention! There are ten minutes before 11 o’clock Beijing time. Players are requested to quickly forward the game time to 11 o’clock. The game is not responsible for missed brushing opportunities! 】

He Ruge turned off the game announcement in a daze, the palm of hands supporting his head in grief. This broken game must be doing this intentionally. Only after his more than 20 little hearts had floated away did the game stingily come out and notify him that he couldn’t brush goodwill while fast forwarding. Spending little hearts to try and bypass the game’s surveillance was all useless effort, would this be considered …… the punishment for utilizing plug-ins that throw the game off balance? (ie: ‘cheating the game’)

He couldn’t bear to think about it anymore. Just consider it spending 21 little hearts to buy a rare prop.

No matter how much it hurt his heart^[1], He Ruge still honestly adjusted the game time from 8 am to 11 am.

By now, the feeding task was already very familiar to He Ruge. When feeding the little rabbit in room no.19, He Ruge hesitated for a moment, recalling the goblin ball he had won.

The hearts of all people were biased. Although every cub in here was adorable, there would still be a ranking. First place was given to the Little White Tiger, and in second place was the little rabbit.

Although the little rabbit was very weak, not having the cleverness of the fox in room no.2, nor the fierceness of the little wolf in room no.15, moreover with it being stupid and loving to cry, if in the end it met with danger in the future, having the little rabbit stay in the goblin ball would be the best outcome.

However, when He Ruge spent a little heart to open room no. 19 and saw the surprised little rabbit bouncing up, his heart softened even without him realizing.

It’s just a game. It’s okay to act on one’s emotions once in a while.

The little rabbit came up and hugged He Ruge’s thigh, cuddling him sweetly and swiftly several times, and staring at He Ruge with bright red eyes.

No. 19

He Ruge: “…”

I suspect you only love my candy.

Those ruby red eyes were full of trust and admiration, and those soft rabbit ears swayed casually. He Ruge was eventually defeated by this kind of meng selling attack, and he consumed a little heart to buy a lemon-flavored fruit candy.

The little rabbit was so excited that its two small paws spread out happily to take the fruit candy, and it couldn’t wait to put it in its mouth. Its three-petal rabbit mouth moved faster than anyone else.

No. 19

He Ruge was almost amused into laughter by this innocent, dumbdumb, easily startled, and greedy little rabbit. Why didn’t he realize earlier that if you give this rabbit a cookie, he would want some milk too. (Original: If you give it some dye, it’ll open a dye shop. I alluded to the book “If you Give a Mouse a Cookie” ^w^ general meaning: if you give it something insignificant, it thinks it can aim higher)

“Good Little bunny, open the door~”^[4] He Ruge hummed at the screen but then shook. He really was dumb. Singing here, the little rabbit in the game couldn’t even hear it.

Staying with a fool for a long time, one would naturally be infected and turn into a fool. He Ruge shook his head and exited room No.19. When the door of room No.19 was about to close, the rabbit suddenly squeezed by the door frame and raised his head to look up carefully at He Ruge.

No. 19

Clearly knowing that the little rabbit couldn’t hear anything, He Ruge still couldn’t help but relax his tone and say softly: “I will.”

A small smile appeared on the little rabbit’s face, and he bounced back into his cotton nest.

The corner of He Ruge’s mouth rose slightly. He carried this indescribably good mood and went to open room No.20, but saw round face so dark and gloomy it could almost leak water^[5].

No. 20

He Ruge: “……?!”

No, no way, goodwill can actually be deducted?!

He Ruge was stunned, and he trembled a bit while he opened the little white tiger’s status.

[Friendly]: Although the No.20 does not want to treat you favorably at this moment, goodwill is 55

He Ruge’s left hand shook again, and he opened the Love Mall to check the balance of Little Hearts:

Little hearts x18

Crack, this was the sound of his heart breaking. He Ruge wore a crying face and clicked on [Talk]. The little white tiger on the screen coldly turned away.

No. 20

[Humph] [No. 20 ignores you]

Cries. He really will cry. He Ruge held onto his last hint of hope and clicked on [Touch Back]. He remembered that Little White Tiger loved to have his back stroked.

No. 20

[No. 20 agilely avoids your hand]

Ah! Exactly how does one coax a little white tiger with his fur puffed up. Waiting (for answers) online, super urgent! 

He Ruge quickly went into the Love Mall and spent 10 little hearts to purchase catnip. His mouse clicked on the catnip in his ‘backpack’, dragging it out and placing the catnip next to the little white tiger’s feet.

Little White Tiger looked down at the Catnip with an indifferent face, his little pink nose moving around.

Did he smell the aroma? He Ruge stared nervously at the screen. Then, he saw the little white tiger raise his paws and ruthlessly step on the catnip that held all of He Ruge’s hopes under his feet. 

No. 20

[No. 20 rejects your catnip]

  The final attempt at redemption was also a failure. He Ruge wiped at his face and looked at Little White Tiger, muttering to himself: “Why did you suddenly get angry?”

Other than feeding the little rabbit some candy, he didn’t do anything else…… Yi, could it be that the Little White Tiger also wants to eat candy?

He Ruge, who thought he had discovered the reason, quickly fed the little white tiger fruit candy, but was ignored again.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He Ruge said helplessly: “Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

As soon as he spoke, the little white tiger on the screen shook his tiger ears. One bud-shape tiger ear folded down softly like it was tickled, and the other sensitively turned towards He Ruge.

The gloom of the blue eyes dispersed, like dark clouds in the sky that were slashed open by sunlight to reveal a span of blue sky.

No. 20 

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Xi Guican felt that there was a bug in this broken game. 

He had laid himself in the game cabin, and in only ten short minutes, he was fed milk three times by He Ruge and then patted on the head ten times. Xi Guican suspected that his head was going to go bald from all the patting.

  【Di——A time imbalance was detected in the game, may the player please quit the game and log back into the game after three minutes】

Xi Guican got up from the game cabin and felt about his head in doubt. After confirming that his hair was still there did he secretly release a sigh of relief.

He fished out the strawberry flavored nutrient solution he purchased yesterday, preparing to deal with the issue of lunch.

Although the game cabin was equipped with nutrient solutions to ensure that players addicted to playing the game without eating or sleeping would not starve to death, Xi Guican now actually preferred to consume nutrient solutions before entering the game cabin.

The reason was that the nutrient solution provided by the game cabin was tasteless, and Xi Guican had recently developed a liking for strawberry flavors.

The man opened the lid and then, like drinking fine wine, took a few small sips of the pink nutrient solution, staining his pale lips with a light pink. His furrowed brows relaxed and Xi Guican raised his head, gulp gulp, downing the nutrient solution. At the curve of his jaw down to his neck, his throat rolled slightly up and down.

It’s sweet.

It was the same flavor as the fruit candy in the game.

After lunch, Xi Guican laid back into the game cabin. At this time, he found that the game’s bug was even worse. 

In the game, he became a bystander, watching He Ruge interacting with a little white tiger.

That little white tiger was obviously not himself, yet still allowed He Ruge to warmly touch his head and pinch his paws. The game actually explained that the bug was already fixed.

Xi Guican felt a little unhappy. He watched He Ruge’s interaction with the “Little White Tiger” coldly. The strawberry taste on his tongue began to deteriorate and taste sour.

Fortunately, before the sour taste began to flood over, the fake “Little White Tiger” vanished, and Xi Guican once again became the little white tiger.

Xi Guican inspected the dimly lit compartment in satisfaction. He sat on the cotton nest, but appeared as though he were an emperor sitting on his throne, surveying his territory. After making sure that he was really back, and that there were no more annoying moths in the game, Xi Guican was happy again.

He smelled the scent of milk that pervaded in the air. Perhaps next time, he could buy milk powder flavor nutrient solution, Xi Guican thought seriously.

Then, his snow-white tiger ears trembled. Xi Guican heard He Ruge’s footsteps walking around the room and his mood became better.

    —— After knowing that you are feeding the cub in front, I, who am last, would already become uncontrollably happy.

His little tail shook left and shook right. The little white tiger tried hard to maintain a reserved appearance.

Listen, the footsteps are coming closer.

His two tiger ears couldn’t help but turn towards the source of the sound. Xi Guican was positive and confirmed that the person he always thought about was just next door, perhaps in the next second, he (HRG) would push open his door.

His little tail shook more and more cheerfully, wagging for one second, two seconds, three seconds …

“Kada.” This was the sound of the iron door next door being pushed open.

The tail that was previously wagging unceasingly suddenly stopped. The Little White Tiger suspected that he had a hallucination and tilted his head.

A pair of blue eyes began to freeze over.

The little white tiger started to grind his teeth.

Pausing his teeth grinding, the little white tiger perked up his ears and listened intently for fear that he would miss the answer.

“I will.”

A male voice softly sounded with a thick and pampering tone. At the same time, along with the gentleness on the other side, Xi Guican’s anger was festering and raging. 

I! Am! Very! Angry!

The kind that can’t be coaxed!!!

Xi Guican stared at He Ruge who was opening the door, and wished very much to tear apart this overly sympathetic person. He bore a stomach full of anger but finally couldn’t bear to do it.

Speak?

What do you and I have to talk about. Weren’t you having a good time talking to the little rabbit net door?!

Touch me?

Today, my head was almost patted into baldness by you, and you still want to touch?!

Catnip?

    Even your hair is more fragrant than this strand of grass, and you still want to use this to fool me?!

    Fruit candy?

    Do you think I am like the dumb rabbit next door, able to be tricked away by candy?!

Sweetheart?

The burning Little White Tiger suddenly shivered, and one tiger ear was immediately KO’d by this phrase, droopily unable to lift back up. He turned his head dazedly and stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

…… Who, who is your sweetheart?!

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The author has something to say: Alas, home grown flowers are not as fragrant as wildflowers ~

Small Theater 1: 

He Ruge: Listen to me explain. My relationship with Little Rabbit is not what you think.

Xi Guican: I won’t listen, I won’t listen, I won’t listen, Scram!

Small Theater 2:

Xi Guican: I was so angry that I even ate my own vinegar

He Ruge: Sweetheart~

(Author Thanks)

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TL Corner: Just a note, in the original raws, the authors gives thanks to all the individual readers (usernames) who supported the novel, so I just left it as “Author Thanks”

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The next morning, He Ruge, who just woke up, had a dull expression. Last night’s dream was still vivid in his mind, and for the first time in his life he had great doubts about his sexual orientation. Even when he went to [feed] in the morning, He Ruge was too embarrassed to even interact much with Little White Tiger.

In front of Little White Tiger’s clear blue eyes, He Ruge’s guilt and shame had nowhere to hide, so he quickly exited the game and stared at the blank document in a daze.

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Are you awake? A new day, a new beginning. You can start writing.”

RuGe: “Annoyed, no mood to write.”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “What’s wrong?”

The things in the dream were difficult to disclose, so He Ruge replied weakly: “Nothing, just annoyed about a game.”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Don’t you only play romance games? What is there to be annoyed about? There’s no one judging you.”

RuGe: “…… You are being prejudiced against romance games. Even romance games can be hard.”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “For example?”

RuGe: “The game time is synchronized with real time. I can only cultivate feelings with the game target during my three meals daily, the progress is very slow.”

Emotionless Coding Machine: ”So, it’s like this. Well, you can try adjusting the time of the computer or cell phone, move the time forward by a few hours. See if the time in the game will change.”

Originally, he was just here to complain, but received unexpected advice. He Ruge carried a “you never know till you try” mentality and fast forwarded the time. Currently, it was 8:30 in the morning. He adjusted the time forward by three hours and discovered that the time in the game really became 11:30 at noon.

The daily feeding task also moved to lunch time. He Ruge was amazed.

RuGe: “”This kind of cheat method actually works!”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Are you happy?”

RuGe: “Happy!”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “If you are happy then write. Let’s enter that little black room and lock in 3000 words. If you don’t finish, then you can’t exit, 312/3000”

Under the request of his close friend, He Ruge pitifully opened the small black room to write. When he reached 1000 words, he saw a Penguin message sent from a close friend.

He Ruge didn’t have to look to know that that crazy insane coding machine already finished writing 3000 words. When He Ruge finally completed a three-thousand-word update, the opposite Coding Machine already finished his 9000 word goal.

Emotionless Coding Machine: “I am allowing you to procrastinate for 1 hour. Right now it’s 10:30. Come back to write after you finish your lunch. If you don’t write 9000 words by today, I will perform the art of cooking Braised Pigeon^[1] for your readers.”

The lifted-by-his-ears He Ruge especially cherished this hard-won relaxation time. He signed into the game and kept fast forwarding. After leaping forward 4×24 hours (4 days), the plot progressed significantly, and He Ruge discovered that Huang You didn’t have to come everyday to measure data. Only during the first three days did he measure data with the metal helmet daily. Afterwards, data was taken once every 7 days.

On the first day of measurements, the deceased subjects were No. 1, No. 8, No. 13

On the second day of measurements, the deceased subjects were No. 4, No. 7, No. 11, No. 18

On the third day of measurements, the deceased subjects were No. 3, No. 6, No. 12

After 7 days in the game, only 9 cubs survived.

Perhaps because of the constant fast forwarding, He Ruge didn’t feel emotionally distressed over these cubs’ deaths. After fast forwarding, He Ruge successfully collected seven days of daily check-in’s and received a lucky draw chance.

[Pink Gacha:

This is the pink Gacha ball you received for seven days of consecutive check-in’s. Opening the Gacha ball, you may receive a pleasant surprise, but the probability is disappointing. 

Note: Pink Gacha Ball, 99% of unlucky eggs will pop out a fruit candy]

The pink egg dangled around, an overwhelming amount of pink bubbles covered the screen. He Ruge nervously double-clicked on the Gacha ball.

As an Asian, the prize he won the most was “One more bottle”^[2]. Although he hadn’t received the Goddess of Fortune’s blessings, he was also not unlucky. …… No, these past two days he had indeed been quite unlucky. He Ruge subconsciously looked down at his thighs. He didn’t know if it was only an illusion, but the moment he tapped on the Gacha egg, the red lines on the thighs suddenly became hot.

It was summer now, and He Ruge was wearing shorts. He simply rolled up the corners of his pant legs, wanting to see what changes had occurred to the red stripes on his thighs—

The originally palm-sized red lines seemed to have become lighter, no longer as magnificent and bright as it was in the beginning, like red pigment that was diluted.

His forehead furrowing tightly, He Ruge was deeply contemplating when he suddenly heard a “DangDangDang” sound effect transmitted from the game. He saw the Gacha egg on the screen open, and inside was a red and white round ball, its shape strangely familiar. On the ball there were glittering blingbling special effects that looked especially radiant.

[Name]: Goblin Ball

[Quality]: Rare

[Evaluation]: When in danger, just call “Go, Pikachu” and the goblin will come to your rescue! The premise is that you need to catch a little goblin~

‘Note: Little goblin, This game believes that, after death, the cubs are not lonely ghosts, they are actually cute little goblins’ 

‘How to Use: Within the first three seconds of a cub’s death is the best time to catch little goblins. The success rate of capture is related to the cub’s goodwill towards you.’

‘Limitations: one goblin ball can only capture one goblin, may the player please not be greedy.’

He Ruge was stunned for a while. It was the first time he got a rare prop in a game, but his mood was not as happy as he thought it would be.

…… Little Goblins?

Those little cubs are indeed adorable little goblins.

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The author has something to say: Modified the previous settings. Real time is synchronized with the game time. If He Ruge overslept in reality, and did not wake up in time in the morning, he would miss the breakfast feeding time in the game.

If Xi Guican is not online, or if He Ruge fast-forwards the game, then the little white tiger He Ruge encounters in the game is only a physical replica of Xi Guican, one without a soul. At this time, one cannot increase favorability/goodwill levels, no matter if He Ruge pats head or converses, it will not increase the favorability/goodwill levels.

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TL corner: Oh man, HRG is playing this like an Animal Crossing time traveler catching Pokemon

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Hi all! this chapter is quite lengthy so I had to split it into 2 sections. Part 2 will be up soon, though. There’s just a lot of structure formatting I have to fix.

Some were asking when the MC and ML will meet IRL. MC and ML meet after chapter 70 (From me skimming random chapters). So, buckle up and enjoy the ride! >v< Make sure to stay till the end because it’s the extras that really, really tie everything together and makes this story worthwhile.

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He Ruge wrote until past midnight. He hadn’t stayed up so late for a long time, but after seeing all the warm words in the Comments Section, his inspiration erupted, and he wrote 9,000 words in one go. He Ruge added the new update to the draft box before stretching and preparing to sleep.

But when he glanced at the time before going to bed, He Ruge found that he could do the sign in for the game already.

He logged into the game and completed the check-in for the next day. Since he was already signed-in, He Ruge went to room No. 20 to check on Little White Tiger along the way. The little white tiger was currently sleeping in a very comfortable posture, his small head was tilted and pressed against his two paws, one side of the tiger’s whiskers was stuck between his cheeks and the juncture of his paws; the other side of this whiskers reached towards the sky, sticking straight up.

When the little white tiger breathed, the upright tiger’s whiskers trembled slightly with the movement of his body, making He Ruge, who’s heart itched impatiently, want to reach out and poke.

If he could hug the little white tiger on bed to sleep together, that would be the best. He Ruge shook off this idea which flashed through his mind and clicked on the floating [Status] box.

He Ruge checked the other data:

Without paying attention, the number of Little Hearts had already reached more than 50, he could now purchase things.

After opening up the Love Mall, He Ruge realized he had never carefully looked through the Love Mall before. At this moment, he went to randomly browse the Mall on a whim.

This first place he looked was the food section which had a lot of snacks, such as fruit candy, milk candy, Strawberry cake, layered pancakes, dried meat, dried fish…… Because the little white tiger was still at the age of drinking milk, he couldn’t eat much fish or meat and most of the foods were still in the locked state.

He Ruge looked through the back and saw catnip. 

…… He wants to buy.

One should not open Shopping websites in the middle of the night, it would make one’s desire to shop overwhelm their reason. The tiny amount of Little Hearts calmed He Ruge down. He decided to look through the entire Love Mall before deciding what to purchase.

The products in the medical area were very complete. The farther back the products, the more expensive they were. Even futuristic healing cabins, ancient superstitious talismans, and even potions from magical universes all appeared.

Next was the clothing area. At the front were mini shoes that suited the little white tiger, cute wool clothes, small accessories, etc. In the middle were humanoid outfits that were still locked. There was a plethora of clothing varieties, whether it was children’s outfits, formal outfits, casual outfits, military outfits, ancient-style outfits, or even women’s outfits, they were all covered.

He Ruge’s eyes blurred from looking as he began to imagine the little white tiger’s human appearance.

That … will there still be Tiger ears and a Tiger tail?

Next was the entertainment products section, which had cat play-rods, cat trees, cat scratching posts, pacifiers, plush dolls, etc., as well as many high-tech entertainment products. He Ruge browsed with extreme intrigue, his mouse ceaselessly scrolling down. 

When he saw the following products, though, his mouth gaped wide.

He Ruge: “!!!”

This, what kind of terrible product is this!

He Ruge suffered a huge shock. He hurriedly exited this section and turned to browse the weapons section. However, when he saw a whip in the weapons section, strange images flashed through his mind.

As a morally upright youth, He Ruge had never come into contact with those messy sorts of things. However, once the door of a new world was pushed open, it was difficult to close again.

I’m just curious, that’s all.  ^[1]

The curious and knowledge thirsty He Ruge pushed on his glasses and returned to the entertainment products section. 

Learning new knowledge really did exhaust one’s strength, even the edges of He Ruge’s ears were slightly flushed. He Ruge, this good student who has always performed well, had a secret learning technique which was to review everything he had learned before going to sleep. After he finished reviewing, He Ruge had a dream.

A male god, military man in the dream opened his shirt, exposing a perfect proportioned set of muscles. The only out-of-place aspect was the layers upon layers of scars. The man’s voice was hoarse and magnetic, and his words carried an indescribable sex appeal: “Whip me.”

Consequently, on that nearly perfect body appeared red whip marks, both deep and shallow, like a vivid and dashing work of art.

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TL Corner: I must say.. I couldn’t stop laughing as I was listening to the text read-aloud- “WHIP ME.”

Part 2 is his interaction with Emotionless Coding Machine.

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Trigger Warnings: Some descriptions of Blood and gore. Time countdown. If you do not feel comfortable with these topics, please let me know and I will add a post that summarizes this chapter. Note that there will be more scenes like this later in the story. 

Whoops. I originally posted this chapter without proofreading.
My typo and syntax mess has been edited now. Sorry about that. (x_x)/

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He Ruge was amused by the Little White Tiger’s sincere and serious promise, just like an old father hearing the milky, soft sound of his child saying that they will grow up to make money and be filial to him.

When you let me stick my face in your belly, that is the best reward.

He clicked to open Little White Tiger’s status.

Number 20 (Weakened)

[Friendly] Number 20 frequently tries to accept you, goodwill level 50

[Unawakened] No one has discovered Number 20 is a little monster except you.

Even after eating the medicine why hasn’t there been much effect, why is he still in a weakened state? He Ruge’s heart sank.

He used the mouse to click on [talk].

Number 20
[Aowu “the medicine has no effect”]
[……Hou~ “If you cover it, then I won’t feel uncomfortable”]
[Hou  “it’s very warm”]

At this time, Little White Tiger didn’t bear his teeth or act viciously. It only quietly raised his small head to look at He Ruge. It could even be described as well-behaved. Perhaps, he was too uncomfortable from being ill. He roared softly, hugging He Ruge’s hand bonelessly, and closed his eyes motionlessly.

Too quiet.

Quiet to the point where there was almost no sound of breathing.

He Ruge remembered the little milky dog^[1]. That little dog, when it was passing, was also quietly laying on the ground. When he had opened the room once more, those black, grape-like eyes did not open again.

Will anything happen to you?

The possibility circulated within his mind more than once, making it unbearable to He Ruge.

Maybe, he made the wrong choice. Ordinary medicine had no effect. The correct choice should have been to go to the infirmary.

He Ruge tapped on the screen, and solemnly chose to read the file.

[Retrieve the save file]

[Yes]

[No]

[Reading successful]

The picture on the screen turned into dissipating light spots. Before the picture was blurred, He Ruge seemed to have seen a shocked expression on Little White Tiger’s wide-open eyes, but unfortunately the picture was fleeting. He Ruge hadn’t had time to see it clearly before everything was turned back to before — —

[Number 20 is very uncomfortable. He may be sick. Your choices are-

A. Risk taking him to the infirmary

B. Use “common medicine”]

He Ruge chose (A) without hesitation

[“The Mysterious Infirmary” task has been unlocked, deducting x4 Little Hearts to use the shielding monitor. Task countdown 15 minutes, please be sure to return to compartment B6 within fifteen minutes to avoid the staff in the corridors.]

[Operation tips: press “↑”“↓”“←”“→←” to operate the game character’s movements, press the space bar to observe secretly]

[This game does not have a map. May the player use memory to reach the infirmary]

[Countdown: 00 Hours 15 Minutes 00 Seconds]

He Ruge: “……?!”

No, why is it so sudden? He’s not ready yet.

The him in the game reached out his hands, hugging the Little White Tiger. The Little White Tiger seemed to be in a trance, as if he was outside of the situation. He Ruge, who was in front of the computer, was also in an stunned state, because he saw —

One hand lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a soft, snow-white waist that was so white it dazzled people’s eyes and almost produced light to illuminate the dark cell. (In the game)

The Little White Tiger was stuffed into his arms, and he pulled down his clothes. The abdomen area bulged like that of a very pregnant woman. 

[Countdown: 00 Hours 14 Minutes 43 Seconds]

He Ruge was unable to pay too much attention to the continuing countdown. He desperately recalled his previous route to the infirmary with Huang You (Ferret Huang).

Head out from room B6, turn right, and exit from the second staircase … The infirmary is on the fifth floor!

The map in his brain gradually became clearer. He Ruge operated his character to move forward. Every time he reached a staircase exit, He Ruge would press the spacebar to “secretly observe” and hide in the corner to probe.

Secret Observation

[You have not discovered any danger]

　The hallway was empty, and even the sound of the game character walking faintly echoed. Last time, Huang You led the way, and the game character automatically followed. He Ruge had walked around in the orphanage without much nervousness. But now, because of the fear that someone might discover them, He Ruge walked all the way with his heart on a tightrope.

This orphanage was very strange. During the daytime, there wasn’t even a shadow of another living person.

Room B6 represented the sixth room of the second floor^[2]. If he remembered correctly, the infirmary was at E13.

For the sake of safety, He Ruge used “Secret Observation” at every stairwell. When he arrived at the fourth floor, he hid in the left side of the fourth stairwell exit and used “Secret Observation”.

When the “Secret Observation” skill was used, the screen would switch to a dim, black-and-white picture with mottled black spots in the four corners of the screen^[3].

Secret Observation

[Strange noises sound]

When He Ruge, who was in front of the computer, saw the following scene, he took in a cold gasp.

He saw a huge, black shadow falling at high speed. It was a huge, bloated monster, like a mutated bat. It landed on the stairs in practically a blink of an eye. A huge amount of blood spurted out, splashing the entire span of walls and stairs. 

A dazzling red. It was the only eye-catching color in the black and white pictures.

Hurried running sounded and three heavily-armed staff rushed down. The first one carried a chainsaw, and they silently surrounded the dying monster …

“Meow ~ !!!”

The monster made a grievous cat meow.

The piercing^[4] noise of the chainsaw sounded. Before seeing the blurred scene of blood and flesh, He Ruge rapidly withdrew from the “Secret Observation” perspective.

What was that monster? What were those people doing with a chainsaw? Wasn’t this supposed to be a Love game? Why has the graphic style suddenly changed to this!

His collar was stretched out by fluff, and the Little White Tiger drilled his small head out from his neckline, his watery blue eyes blinking slightly. Perhaps, he wanted to sell meng and comfort He Ruge^[5].

However, in He Ruge ’s mind, there was only that blood-stained chainsaw. His first reaction was to push the Little White Tiger’s head down back into his clothes. As long as he hid the Little White Tiger fast enough, the chainsaw would not be able to hurt Little White Tiger!

The game avatar was like a roundworm in his stomach^[6], directly reaching out and stuffing back the Little White Tiger who just stuck out his small head.

[Countdown: 00 Hours 09 Minutes 49 Seconds]　　

He Ruge walked upstairs from the second stairwell with his heart on a tightrope. Because he was going too fast, he didn’t use secret observation.

Deng. Deng. Deng. Dull footsteps sounded. It was the coming from the fifth floor. He Ruge’s mind was blank.

Someone was coming down from the fifth floor!

???

[Whenever these guys act, they don’t have an understanding of being light or heavy handed, always needing me to clean up]

He Ruge heard the mysterious man’s mumbling. The man’s voice was very loud, and every time he said something, he would make a low, pig sound.

Right now, He Ruge was standing on the stairs of the fourth floor and would definitely bump into the other party if he went out.

Each floor had 3 stairwells

The first staircase on the far left could not be reached, and the middle stairwell had someone coming down. He Ruge’s heartbeat accelerated  and he operated the character to run to the rightmost stairwell.

Fortunately, there was no one there. He Ruge’s hand was a little soft^[7] . He operated the game character to move upstairs quickly, and when he stood at the staircase of the fifth floor, He Ruge used “Secret Observation” again to confirm that no one was in the corridor before opening the door to Room E13.

Seeing the familiar warm-colored medical room, He Ruge finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The medicine-seeking rat was not taking a nap this time. He sat on a medical book larger than himself. Without wearing reading glasses, he could see the font that was about the size of his palm.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the medicine-seeking rat looked up slowly.

You

[I am here for a checkup]

Medicine-seeking rat

[Zhi Zhi “Huh, you were the one who came with Huang You, that guy, last time”]

[Zhi “Sick? My medical expenses are not cheap”]　　

He Ruge saw ‘the medical expenses’ those three words and was a bit blindsided. He didn’t expect that even while playing a game, he would still encounter the issue of poverty.

Just when He Ruge suspected that this was the beginning of the game’s pay-to-continue point, the Little White Tiger once again drilled out of his collar, first revealing his bud-like^[8] tiger ears. It’s pinna was pale pink, and the white, fluffy fur trembled slightly.

Then, came clear blue eyes, a blue that sparkled like the glittering sea. His pink nose against rubbed the collar, and the Little White Tiger twitched his nose in discomfort. He looked at the medicine-seeking rat on the desk with a stinky face.

The eyes of the white-haired medicine-seeking rat changed from indifferent to welcoming.

Medicine seeking rat

[Zhi Zhi Zhi “Oh, it’s that little baby who is sick, come, let grandpa take a look”]　　

He Ruge: “???”

The small white tiger was passed over mechanically with a completely disgruntled face. Condescendingly and dignifiedly, he extended his little paws over to the medicine-seeking rat, and the medicine-seeking rat kindly performed traditional “look and ask” Chinese medicine on the Little White Tiger. He also touched the Little White Tiger’s belly and asked where he felt uncomfortable.

He Ruge knew that the Little White Tiger was normally very resistant to the people in Xinghai Orphanage, but when faced with the medicine-seeking rat, the Little White Tiger, although impatient, did not prevent the medicine-seeking rat from touching.

After some regular examinations, the medicine-seeking rat reluctantly returned the Little White Tiger to He Ruge and gave He Ruge a small bag of medicinal powder.

Medicine-seeking rat

[His illness is very strange, like the side-effects of a secret medicine recipe from my family, but it isn’t a big deal. I prescribed a medicine powder that warms the stomach, he will feel much better after drinking it]

[I don’t charge money for treating cubs. Be careful when you are leaving with him. The destruction plan has started again, and unclean things are everywhere …]

The chubby gray rat paused at this moment, and he turned to look at the spider web in the corner, sighing:

[Don’t get stuck]^[9]

[Di—— side task “The Mysterious Infirmary” completion degree 6%

The medicine-seeking rat grandpa is a cub-loving, skilled, and cleanliness loving old doctor. Why is he staying in Xinghai Orphanage? ]

He Ruge didn’t have time to think too much about it because he didn’t have much time left.

[Countdown: 00 Hours 04 Minutes 12 Seconds]　

In the remaining four minutes, he had to take Little White Tiger back to Room B6!

The Little White Tiger obediently dove into his arms. The whole way, He Ruge was anxious and finally returned to the room within the stipulated time frame.

When he placed Little White Tiger back into Room number 20, He Ruge ultimately understood why there was a fifteen-minute countdown because–

The door of Room B6 was once again opened. Standing at the door was Huang You wearing protective glasses and carrying the metal helmet, beckoning to He Ruge.

Huang You

[Shift start]

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The author has something to say:
small theater:
Xi Guican: Your little cutie suddenly appeared
He Ruge: Stuffs him back in

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Hi all! This chapter was quite long, so I didn’t have time to do editing. I posted as soon as I finished translating it. If you catch anything off, please let me know! The original text did have places that were missing punctuation marks, so I left them as is. Thank you! Enjoy!

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Xi Guican was very uncomfortable after soaking in the medicinal bath. This type of internal feebleness was more unbearable than externally caused pain.

Because of this feeling of weakness, Xi Guican had the illusion that he had returned to the days of being experimental subject No. 20, weak and powerless.

The side effects of the medicinal bath would last for three hours.

The volume of the live broadcast was turned onto the maximum level, but it still could not fill the emptiness of the whole room. He slowly closed his eyes in a trance, and a soft humming noise sounded again in his ears. It was clearly only an auditory hallucination, but his feeling of physical weakness strangely seemed to be weakened significantly.

I really want to see that person

I want to listen to his voice, want to see his eyes when he smiles. An unrestrainable yearning.

Xi Guican laid himself into the game cabin. When he entered the game and lay in the cotton nest, he felt as if everything he did was immersed in a pool of euphoria. Was this the legendary internet addiction

Ka-cha.

Those round tiger ears shivered subconsciously at this moment. Unknowingly from when, the sound of the iron doors opening became associated with He Ruge’s arrival. The dull clicking sound was more pleasing to his ears than the song of a lark.

  The person in front of his eyes was still unhappy.

What’s wrong

Did someone bully you again

He Ruge’s brows were furrowed. His expression was “sorrowful”, but this type of sorrow was different from the morning’s melancholy. It was a kind of sadness that affected others, and it seemed that Xi Guican’s every move was influenced by the mood on his face.

Xi Guican reacted afterwards- his heart seemed to be hurting for me.

So, it was I who bullied him.

The emotion that surfaced in his heart was strange and unfamiliar. It was a sort of embarrassing unease, paired with a bit of shameful joy. Even more strangely was that when he realized He Ruge was caring about him and felt distressed for him, the weakness that he originally could have tolerated was now magnified hundreds of times.^[1]

Bathed under such a gentle gaze, the cotton nest he was lying in seemed to be made of luxurious velvet. He was a little white tiger who grew up under meticulous and loving care. He couldn’t suffer hardships because in the eyes of another, his sufferings would be magnified infinitely.

I should be very uncomfortable.

The side effects of the medicine bath still appeared in the game. Maintaining a taut bowstring position, curled up into a shrimp shape would make it more bearable. However, Xi Guican was used to hiding behind a facade of strength.^[2]

Within the environment that he was in all year long, whenever he relaxed or exposed any form of weakness, those people who hide in the dark would become like sharks that had detected a savory scent, rising up and looking for a chance to strip off chunks of his flesh. 

Xi Guican also knew that what the so-called fans in the Federation admired and pursued was only the glorified title of “The Blade of the Federation”. No one would care about how injured he was in the Intergalactic Wars. They would only cheer for his records.

It was just like how the people in Xinghai Orphanage only cared about the “experimental subject’s” data, not the Little White Tiger.

Experiments with weak bodies were equivalent to defective products meant to be destroyed.

He was required to be strong. Even if his body was shot through with thousands of holes, he could only hide in the darkness and licks his wound.

But

Xi Guican raised his eyes and looked at He Ruge. The person in front of him had a clear and unclouded face, with tender and white skin. It was clear to the extent of seeming to show a sense of transparency. Harmless and soft, his temperament was gentle, as if he would smooth all his rough edges^[3] and heal his wounds.

It appeared that regardless of whether he was sitting, standing, lying on his side, or even sticking out his butt, that person’s attitude towards him would not change. If he insisted on maintaining his demeanor, he would not be able to receive the heartaches of the person in front of him.

I should be uncomfortable, Little White Tiger thought hesitantly, I really was uncomfortable.

Little by little something flooded his heart. It was an anxious expectation, an expectation towards the next move of the person in front of him. 

I am already this uncomfortable, and you, what will you do

Will you sing for me to hear, like coaxing the bunny next door.

And, what should I do?

A hand reached in front of Little White Tiger, a medicinal pill in his palm.

The originally expectant Little White Tiger felt a tingle in his heart. He already clearly guessed what was hidden in his palms, but he still approached and sniffed it, hoping to smell the sweet scent of candy.

Living was already bitter enough, he needed something sweet to balance it. 

The bitter smell of medicine destroyed his last illusion. The Little White Tiger turned around sullenly, not wanting to face the puzzled “lover” behind him.

He was not ill, only suffering from the side effects of soaking in the medicinal bath. Even more so, the current Little White Tiger in the game had a body full of sleek and glossy fur. He feared He Ruge wouldn’t believe the reason for his discomfort. 

Even if He Ruge did believe, he still would not say it. A crisis of hair loss at such a young age, if he said it out loud, he would become a joke.

With such a thought, Xi Guican felt that hair loss really was a difficult issue to discuss. If he was injured in the Intergalactic Wars, he could still remove his clothes generously and point to the scar on his body, saying righteously to He Ruge that they were badges of honor.

Xi Guican was drinking milk, but the young body was filled with the sorrowful soul of an adult.

“If you are sick, you need to take medicine. If you don’t take medicine, will you get better?” Obviously, they were blaming words, but because of the gentle tone of the voice, there was no feeling of rebuke.

“In the past, when I was sick, I also refused to take medicine”

He Ruge chattered on about adult troubles, and the little white tiger took a big sip of milk while holding the bottle. When he heard the word “money”, the fluffy tiger ears shook and his small head turned silently.

I don’t have anything else, I only have money.^[4]

Does this broken game support gold digging, I’ll smash you with ten billion Galactic coins, you mustn’t be sad in the future. 

The corner of He Ruge’s eyes drooped, unknowingly staring at the palm of his hand with a pitiful appearance. Xi Guican couldn’t stand this expression the most. The one-who-would-never-give-in-to-anything, Xi Guican, felt his heart soften as he gave into fate and ate the medicinal pill. Then, he laid back into his cotton nest with a Pa-chi ^[5]sound to contemplate life.

When did he begin to indulge this person?

From his back, warmth spread over from the other person’s palm. It was a temperature that was warm enough to burn into the heart. The Little White Tiger’s body that had been curled up like a shrimp from the pain slowly straighten itself.

The other person’s touch pressure was just right. It was a tenderness that made others greedy for more. 

He Ruge had far too many traits that he liked. Though, at the moment, Xi Guican didn’t understand whether he liked He Ruge because of those traits, or if it was because he had good feelings for He Ruge, so he ended up liking those traits.  

The Little White Tiger couldn’t help but turn over and expose his soft, undefended belly in front of the youth. His stomach rose and fell with his breaths, his body’s weakness and discomfort stemming from his abdomen. Perhaps the warmth could dispel those pains.

“Use your hands, place it on my belly.”

Snow white hands descended, fingertips touching the soft stomach as gently as a dragonfly landing on water, His hands slowly made contact, exuding a peaceful warmth.

Xi Guican felt that he must have gone insane to expose the most vulnerable part of his body to another person and personally entrusting his safety to the other.

Even if this was just a game and everything in it was fake, this action was still considered too crazy for him.

At this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly arose in him as it exceeded his safety threshold. His fur couldn’t help but stick up. Everyone of his nerves was trembling slightly, but his body still embraced that hand honestly.

Why was this happening, why did he feel so close to the character called “He Ruge”.

Is this what the games was designed to achieve, to soften his heart

His pupils contracted in an instant.

No, he couldn’t allow himself to have any weakness. This unexpected realization startled Little White Tiger. He had no other choice, biting down on the other side fiercely, as if he were influenced by his illness.

The bite was quite deep, and the bloody smell permeated on the tip of his tongue, slightly salty. The Little White Tiger took a big step back as he was stimulated by this bloody smell and stumbled back to sit into the cotton nest.

His eyes fell on the dazzling red on his hands. Against the white skin, the red was too brilliant and almost burned Xi Guican’s eyes.

He Ruge looked over in confusion and surprise. Since long ago, He Ruge had always wore plain clothing, appearing like a clean and divine angel. But at this moment, Xi Guican felt that if that pure white was stained with red, it would be a fantastically soul-stirring. 

The little white tiger turned around with a shua, his heart beating like a drum.^[5]

Thump.Thump.Thump.Thump. ^[5]

The sweetness of the fruit candy that he ate before still remained in his mouth, mixing with the bloody taste and blurring the distinction between each other.

Xi Guican’s claws contracted nervously. He hesitantly licked his tiger teeth with the tip of his tongue. There was a light strawberry flavor within the bloody taste, it was sweet. In a trance, Xi Guican seemed to smell the aroma of the fruit candy again.

He knew it was an illusion, but the smell of sweetness was everywhere, and it wrapped around his body. The overly sweet aroma was so sweet that his heart suddenly shuddered. He had a desire to bite down on the throat of that person.

A stream of blood would flow out, all of which would smell like sweet candy. The tortuous streams would converge into a long river of colorful candy. That person would perch on the clouds in the sky and sing. While singing gently, he would sprinkle colorful fruit candy.^[6]

No. He couldn’t.

The Little White Tiger’s taut body fought a cold chill, and a disbelieving look appeared in his blue eyes. Obviously, the monster in his body has not awakened, but why did such a terrible idea form when he was conscious.

Didn’t this just prove that he, himself, was an outright monster^[7]

His heart hurt like it was being grasped in a strong grip, and his claws unintentionally cut through the cotton nest. Maybe three seconds had passed, maybe longer, the Little White Tiger laid in the cotton nest as if he had no strength left.

He Ruge.

He kept recalling this name. There was a slight ripple in his heart. It was a fleeting glimmer of some emotion. Even Xi Guican didn’t even know what the feeling in his heart meant.

Exactly what the motive of this game was, he had no clue. He also didn’t want to know; there were some things that one didn’t need to get to the bottom of.

He was tired. 

Xi Guican remembered his original goal of signing into the game. He wanted to listen to the person sing, wanted to see the smiling eyes of that person, and he wanted to get close to that warm person.

So, nothing else mattered. He needed a little warmth. Not asking for much, just a little was enough.

Step by step, Little White Tiger walked slowly and firmly towards the person in front of him, blue eyes watching the snow-white face. He had to admit that since the beginning, he had been bewitched by this clean and pure beauty. Even when he opened his eyes wide to look at the other person, his eyes would tingle.

Just like when he left room B6 and saw the halo of light piercing through the windows, the him who traversed the darkness didn’t fear the pain in his eyes, even intently staring into the light directly.

Under the dim lighting, He Ruge’s eyes were shining. He (XGC) could clearly see the light in the other person’s eyes.

It was a bright and gentle light.

The despair that tortured him for the first half of his life once again spread out. Xi Guican lowered his head and licked the wound on the other person’s hand, confirming again He Ruge’s smell.

Tastes good.

But he couldn’t taste it anymore in the future because this person would be injured.

“I promise, no one can bully you in the future.”

“Including me.”

I may not be your knight, but I will never let myself go and become a monster that hurts you.

So, don’t be afraid of me.

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The author has something to say: Begging to ask readers to shelve the book. Already reading to this point, everyone please bookmark and shelve the page.

One more thing, this book participated in the contest “I have a date with Jinjiang”, the reason for competing is because He Ruge wrote in Jinjiang.

[Jinjiang voting descriptions….. ] Author wishes for your support!

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Translator’s corner: When I first looked at the title, I was going to translate it directly, but then it would turn into “All Living Beings Must Suffer”. >_> No…..I don’t want anyone to suffer. 

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It seems the majority prefer the chapters unbroken, so I will just keep them this way. ヽ(゜∇゜)ノ*:･ﾟ✧ Chapter 11 is up! Enjoy the fluff and dog food!

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Emotionless Coding Machine: “One chat impoverishing 3 generations^[1], Words roll over fast^[2], being cut off with no one’s care^[3], San Gen’s three important facets^[4]”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Writing?”

He Ruge sat on the bus heading home. Lowering his cap, he looked at his phone screen and sighed slowly, “Writing.”

He Ruge went to the hospital early this morning and spent more than 4,000 RMB (around 550 USD) on examinations, but without results. The papers showed that he was in good health and did not even have any of the typical writers’ occupational diseases^[5].

The bad news was that he has only 800 dollars left including everything on his body. But, since he wouldn’t die for quite a while, He Ruge’s high-strung heart was barely able to settle down. No matter how difficult life was, there were words that still had to be typed. Only by properly writing could he save money to see a doctor in a better hospital.

In a few days, He Ruge would enter V^[6]. Under the influence of poverty, He Ruge decided that he would continue till the end.

The bumpy traffic made He Ruge slightly dizzy on the bus. He rubbed his temples and opened his comments section. Since he found that the sprayer^[7] comes back in the early mornings, he had been terribly paranoid.

He Ruge opened up his drafts section and briefly explained what had occurred in the comments area because of the sprayer.

If he really kept on spraying, it would greatly affect his overall profits. He Ruge may have to borrow money from friends next month. His three-dimensional friends were all only simple acquaintances. After borrowing money, he may end up losing a few friends.

Had he recently woken up on the wrong side of the bed^[8]? Why was he encountering so many troubles recently?　

When He Ruge arrived home, it was almost meal time. He Ruge cooked a packet of instant noodles and fried an egg, thinking about the plot progression for his story while eating the noodles.

He wrote sweet stories, so he needed a relaxed and happy mood to write smoothly. But, he really couldn’t be happy at the moment, and there was a bundle of depression sitting in his chest that blocked his inspiration.

Forcefully written words did not have a good effect. After eating his noodles, He Ruge responded with high energy to his close friend: “Writer’s block! I’m going to play games for a bit for inspiration!”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “4801/9000”

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Go, if you don’t meet 10,000 today, I will pluck all your little feathers and put you into a ditch to make you into flower roasted pigeon^[9].”

There was a cold breeze behind He Ruge, and his motion to turn on the computer paused for a moment. However, this nervousness was dispelled quickly by the soft, pink game icon-

Little White Tiger! Here I come~

It was once again time for the familiar feeding session. He Ruge lightly fed milk to room No. 19, and then consumed a small heart to open the iron doors of room No. 20.

The little white tiger was uncharacteristically curled up in the cotton nest. When it heard the door’s movement, it moved his ears and meekly raised its eyes to look at He Ruge.

　Those blue eyes had lost their previous demeanor, and Little White Tiger strenuously “roared” at He Ruge. This was the first time Little White Tiger took the initiative to greet He Ruge. However, He Ruge was not happy, and his heartache overwhelmed all other feelings.

Choose A or choose B?

Actually, it was questionable as to why there was an option to go to the infirmary. The Ice Project’s requirement was to ignore the well being of the test subjects, regardless of whether they were alive or dead they had to not care. If they went to the infirmary, wouldn’t the medicine hunting rat realize that he violated the Ice Project’s plans?

Or else, would the infirmary trigger a new story?

He Ruge’s expression gradually became solemn, and he pushed his glasses silently. He didn’t know why there were so many twists and turns in this romance game. He just wanted to have a good time [feed] [talk] [touch] these three things and relax his mood.　　

The Little White Tiger on the screen once again curled up into a shrimp, its tail sandwiched between its legs, and its round tiger ears were pulled back. The listless and pitiful expressions made it so lovable.

In this game, it was a very serious matter for cubs to be ill. Any small illness could easily take a cub’s life away.

If the “common medicine” in the novice gift pack could not cure the Little White Tiger …

He Ruge bore the pain of using his miniscule save opportunities. He first chose B, the yellow medicinal pill appeared in his palm. He Ruge clicked to feed the item.

The little white tiger was not like the little rabbit in number 19 which never refused food when given it. He raised his eyelids and looked lightly at the pill, pink nose gently fluttering. When he smelled that the scent was not quite right, the Little White Tiger expressionlessly turned around, facing He Ruge with his butt. His pose was that of strongly refusing to take medicine.

He Ruge: “…”

This was an entirely unexpected outcome.

When one is sick, they have to take medicine. He Ruge thought about it and spent a little heart in the Love Mall to buy a strawberry-flavored fruit candy. He clicked feed, and two pills appeared in his palm, one was a medicinal pill and one was the fruit candy.

Little White Tiger turned his head and looked at the expectant He Ruge. He moved his small head close to He Ruge’s palm, slowly eating the fruit candy. Then, he weakly lay back in his cotton nest.

Leaving He Ruge and the medicinal pill to the side^[10].

If the Little White Tiger appeared in front of him in real life, He Ruge would grab the other’s round ears and feed the medicine. If the little white tiger still didn’t listen, then he, he would smack that little round butt!^[11]

He Ruge conjured up the image of him spanking his butt, but felt both yearning and distress. If Little White Tiger snuggled in his arms coquettishly, would he really insist on feeding medicine?

Okay, enough, no more daydreaming……

The reality was that the little white tiger in the game was really difficult to handle. If he said he would not take the medicine, he would not take the medicine. He Ruge really couldn’t handle him.

He Ruge was like an old mother feeding the Little White Tiger milk. He watched the Little White Tiger drink the milk while at the same time complaining: 

“If you are sick, you need to take medicine. Will you get better without medicine?”

“In the past, whenever I used to be sick, I would refrain from taking medicine because it was too expensive to buy medicine. I feel heartache about money.”

“Then, after I was ill for a week, it became worse, and I could only spend even more money on shots.”

He Ruge’s tone gradually fell. He whispered to the screen a past that he had never spoken of to others. Talking to himself, his voice lowered to almost soundless.

In the past, he considered medicine expensive. 

Using medicine money to eat a meal of hot pot and barbecue, how wonderful it would be. There are some things that even time could not change, such as poverty. Even now, he still thought that it was too expensive to see a doctor. If he used the fees he spent to see a doctor today to buy a cat … how good it would be.

After eating hot pot and barbecue, the body is warmed. Having a cat, the heart is warmed^[12].

No. 20

His blue eyes revealed a helplessness of ‘I really can’t handle you’. The Little White Tiger lowered his head and ate the medicinal pill.

After taking the medicine, he lay back down weakly on the cotton nest again, without a sound. His silver eyelashes drooped lightly, looking like a thin layer of snow had accumulated on his eyelashes.

He Ruge clicked [Talk].　　

No. 20

[…… (No. 20 is very weak, doesn’t want to talk)]

His heart twinged, and He Ruge stared at the Little White Tiger closely on the screen. The Little White Tiger also seemed to perceive something and looked up at the screen. Those blue eyes fully reflectioned the shadows of a human.

Those blue eyes melted his heart. 

He Ruge once again lamented that the details of this game were too realistic. If he could raise a little white tiger in reality, earning cat food every day, he was also willing.

His mouse clicked [Touch].

His palm gently stroked the back of the Little White Tiger, as if softly coaxing a child to sleep. The little white tiger had an expression of bitterness and glanced at He Ruge with a reluctant look, and continued to curl up into a small shrimp.

No. 20

The Little White Tiger turned sideways, exposing the softest and most fragile part of his abdomen in front of He Ruge. Maybe being sick made him more sticky. When He Ruge put his hands on his small belly, the two small paws of the Little White Tiger weakly hugged He Ruge’s wrist.

They say cats are made of water. Little White Tiger turned himself into a ball at the moment, hiding He Ruge’s hand to hug like a heat pack. He hmmm’d and chirped and mewled; the little sounds were sweet and soft … like being cochettish after being wronged. 

No. 20

    [Aowoo …… “uncomfortable”]

A layer of moisture emerged from the clear blue eyes, and the Little White Tiger held his face close to He Ruge’s hand. The snow-white fine hairs resembled edelweiss, and the tips of the hairs almost skimmed the back of He Ruge’s hand, looking like it will almost rub against him —

The gesture of rubbing against his hand suddenly paused, and the docile, well-behaved temperament was replaced by anger. The Little White Tiger’s blue eyes suddenly cooled down and a cold light flashed. He opened his mouth and exposed two sharp little tiger canines, Aowu, biting down. When he bit flesh, he stubbornly refused to loosen, and instead angrily let out a heavy breath.

The wound on the back of his hand saw blood immediately, showing that the Little White Tiger bit very fiercely and showed no mercy.

He Ruge: “…”

He originally thought that the last bandage in his backpack had no more use…

The culprit lay back in the cotton nest like a ball of hot air^[13], angrily turning around and pointing his butt at He Ruge.

What could Ru Ruge do? In a game, he didn’t feel pain when he was bitten, and there was no butt spanking option. Other than being calm and using the bandage, he could only compare emotions and look at it from the perspective of the game characters. 

Sick, unaccompanied, trapped in isolation…^[14]

He Ruge’s heart softened. He looked down at his own thighs. Though covered by clothing, he could still feel the presence of those red lines.

The unknown was always frightening. However, there was no one to talk to about this fear.

So, the Little White Tiger was just like him, perhaps they both just want a warm hug. 

Just when He Ruge was knocked out of his reverie, he suddenly found that the Little White Tiger had turned his head, and was slowly moving towards He Ruge’s hand. Those blue eyes carefully observed the person before it. All his movements were done slowly. Gradually getting close to He Ruge, and then gradually putting his small paw on his wrist. Each action gave He Ruge ample time to leave.

Moisture rose in those blue eyes, as if the Little White Tiger was the wronged party. He hesitantly leaned down, both claws hugging that hand. Because his body was weak, this action was almost like a gentle hug.

The Little White Tiger lowered his head; sticking his little pink tongue out, he licked the blood stain on the back of his (He Ruge’s) hand.

The author has something to say:

The next chapter is Xi Guican’s perspective ~

No rush, because if you rush, you won’t be able to experience the little one anymore, and there are still many aspects of the little one that have not yet been unlocked. They’re very interesting ~ Most importantly, if you skip ahead, the big one’s fur hasn’t grown out fully yet!^[15]

Small Theater 1:

He Ruge: My 3D friends and I are all really close

Friends: I’ve had a crush on my male god for many years now^[16]

Small Theater 2:

He Ruge: Little White Tiger is sick and isn’t getting better, most likely just needs a beating, will get better with one spanking

Xi Guican: No, needs to be kissed to be better.

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wrapped in clay (Google img: 叫花)

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TL Notes: I opened chapter 11… Looked at the first line… and cried a little in my heart LOL Saved that for last.

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