Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

"Well, although it doesn't taste very good, it's not useless." Wenren Yihan licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes eager to hunt.

The milk tea master curled up into a small ball, and only then did he remember that his cheap master was a real carnivorous monster.

I was careless, meow. He won’t eat the kitten, right?

The girl in the student dormitory slept on the table for a long time. She woke up, stretched her arms that were numb from the pillow, and felt dizzy.

"Xixi, you sleep too much." I heard the teasing voice of my roommate.

Did I really sleep for a long time? Lu Xixi checked the time on the clock in the dormitory. Is two or three hours considered a long sleep?

The girl looked at the clock in silence.

"What's wrong with you?" The roommate's voice was full of the cuteness that is unique to youth, but each word sounded strangely as if it was echoing from a very far distance to a very nearby person, so ethereal that it made people feel cold in their hearts.

"What's wrong with me..." Lu Xixi repeated her roommate's question with empty eyes. The simple greeting was like a spell at this moment, lingering in the girl's heart, making her feel uneasy.

"What are you thinking about, Xixi, what are you worried about?"

Lu Xixi's silence did not stop her roommate from talking.

"I'm..." Lu Xixi wanted to say something, but the words turned into rapid breaths when they reached her lips.

"You can't remember anything? That can't be helped. After all... there's no need for a dead person to care about so many things, right? Lu Xixi..."

The ending of the roommate's last sentence was strange and sharp, like a sharp dagger, mercilessly piercing Lu Xixi's nerves.

I turned around suddenly and there was no one behind me.

Lü Xixi, Li Wei, Shu Wu.

Wenren Yihan buried his face in the pillow and silently recited the names of three people.

The two people in the dormitory besides him and Gong Chi were students on discipline patrol today.

No one knew where Gong Chi was at the moment. He took advantage of the fact that he was the only one in the dormitory and let out his big, furry cherry-colored tail, swinging it around.

Looking at the few tufts of fox hair scattered on the bed, Wenren Yihan was very suspicious that if he continued to live a few more days without enough food or sleep, he would turn into a little bald fox.

Sitting up, Wenren Yihan took out a small Peppa Pig-covered notebook from the desk and started writing and drawing.

He listed out everything that happened after entering the game one by one, and then circled and dotted each piece of information.

Some had a small check mark on the back, while others were simply crossed out. The furry tails and ears went from swaying in the beginning to drooping by the side of the bed.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on the lines related to Shu Wu. He circled the words "work notebook" and "note", and drew a minimalist Q-version fox head next to them.

There is a saying that goes, a student’s life is not his life, learning is a student’s life. Daytime holidays are daytime holidays, and evening self-study is evening self-study.

Before I finished picking out all the leaves in my bowl, the cafeteria's broadcast began to sound like an AI voice, urging me to die.

"Please note that evening self-study is going on as normal. Please attend evening self-study on time at 7 o'clock..."

Wenren Yihan put down the chopsticks with vegetables hanging on them, raised his head towards the direction of the broadcast, and frowned more and more.

The fox is going to starve to death.

Wenren Yihan arrived at the classroom door on time and was met with a face that said "Fuck!"

"You, you, you? ... again?"

The young teacher who had seen a man and a fox "dating" in the office during the day pointed at Wenren Yihuan and stammered. He took off his glasses with low degrees and wiped them again and again, muttering something, and finally picked out a lens with force.

"Jesus has a spirit, Fang Li, male, 25, dedicated to his job, never done evil, donates blood every year, and donates an extra hundred dollars every year... Go away, evil spirits, go away..."

Wenren Yihuan: …

Didn’t this kid jump out of the office?

After swallowing, Fang Li stretched out his finger and poked the boy's shoulder.

solid.

Fang Li felt relieved a little.

"Did you feel it, teacher?" Wenren Yihan roughly understood what was going on.

"What?" Fang Li was trying to put the fallen lens back.

"The corpse is warm." There was no expression on Wenren Yihan's face, and even his tone was calm.

Fang Li paused in pushing the lens with his hand, his eyes dull, and he blinked at the delicate and somewhat cold boy.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The screams echoed in the corridor. Wen Ren Yihan bit his lower lip lightly, but could not hide the curve of his mouth.

The curious student stuck half of his head out of the door and watched the little unknown in the class disappear at the stairs with the teacher who was supervising the evening study.

Fang Li, who had just stepped onto the first step, twitched his mouth when he heard the shouting coming from behind.

"Brothers, Lao Fang is gone! Get up and have fun!"

Fang Li: …

"Teacher, you are so timid."

Wen Ren Yihuan was frightened and tried to escape but bumped into the door frame instead. Fang Li helped him to the infirmary and couldn't help but stab him in the back.

Rubbing the big bump on his head, Fang Li felt a buzzing in his ears and looked straight ahead with a look of despair on his face.

The enthusiastic Fox searched through all the boxes and cabinets for ten minutes but still couldn't find any useful medicine. The injured teacher Fang had to "be self-sufficient" with his hands covering his confused head.

"You students are outrageous. One by one their life or death is unknown. Is it easy for me to be a teacher? I..." Fang Li pressed a cotton swab on his forehead and made gestures, complaining dissatisfiedly.

"Is the student whose life or death is unknown Lu Xixi?" Wenren Yihan suddenly asked.

The cotton swab in Fang Li's hand fell to the ground, and the embarrassed teacher turned around again and prepared to flee.

"Bang."

Fang Li's head once again came into close contact with the door frame, and the two bumps on his forehead looked symmetrical and pitiful.

Fang Li: …

"Teacher Fang, I'm not a ghost." I'm a monster.

Wenren Yihan swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Okay, I don't care whether you are a human or a ghost, as long as you don't hurt me, everything is fine." Fang Li simply sat on the ground and didn't intend to get up, with a look of "throwing a slump" written all over his face.

The information he got from Fang Li further confirmed Wenren Yihan's guess about Lu Xixi's situation, but at the same time it also deepened his doubts.

According to Fang Li, he remembered seeing a girl in one of his evening study classes jump off a building and die.

Because of his good grades, many teachers felt it was a pity for him and kept nagging him in the office until his ears were covered with calluses.

But when he came back from further studies at another school, the seat that originally belonged to the deceased girl had its owner again.

Its original owner.

Fang Li once thought he was crazy and even went to see a psychiatrist. His colleagues saw that he was in a bad mental state and asked him what was wrong with him.

When he tremblingly said the name "Lu Xixi", the other party just smiled and said to him, "That's a hard-working child."

It was as if the accident had never happened and the death was just a fantasy caused by overwork.