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As the saying goes, on a dark and windy night, one might encounter danger, but I never expected to be robbed by a Crispy Noodle on a night with some moonlight.
I couldn't stand the gaze of that Crispy Noodle any longer, so I broke apart the remaining half of my bun and fed it piece by piece.
Why would a Crispy Noodle suddenly appear in our city? I'm still puzzled, but from the innocent look in its eyes, I realized it was just a harmless little spirit waiting for a trainer. I admit I've played too much Pokémon.
The Crispy Noodle was eager to accept my offering; as soon as I fed it a piece, it quickly grabbed it with its paws and swallowed it down, then looked at me expectantly, forcing me to feed it another piece.
Before long, I had finished feeding all the bun in my hand. I reached out to pat the Crispy Noodle's head, and surprisingly, it didn't shy away, allowing me to gently smooth its fur.
It seemed that this Crispy Noodle hadn't bathed in a long time; its fur was all matted together. Aren't Crispy Noodles supposed to be clean freaks? Why is this one so peculiar? I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.
The Crispy Noodle lifted its head and curiously glanced at me; this little creature seemed quite understanding.
I gently patted the Crispy Noodle's head, stood up, and put my Peach Wood Sword back into my Seed Bag.
"I'm leaving," I said to the little creature.
The Crispy Noodle seemed to sense something and stayed put. When I started to walk away, it surprisingly followed me with a little wobble.
What does this mean? Does it still want more food?
I spread my hands towards the Crispy Noodle to indicate that I had no more buns left, but it showed no intention of leaving.
Wow, being nice can backfire; this little creature has latched onto me.
Looking at how it ate, I could tell it wasn't just hungry for a meal or two. Its fur was already starting to tangle; it must have been wandering for quite some time. In this city, stray cats and dogs get caught; what chance does a Crispy Noodle have? It’s quite pitiful.
After thinking for a moment, I figured I could still afford to take care of a pet. After all, it shouldn't eat much, and I really couldn't resist that gaze. The only question was whether this little creature would be willing to come with me.
When I approached the Crispy Noodle, it didn't run away; instead, it sat down calmly and looked at me with its big watery eyes. Wow, is it really that adorable? It's breaking the rules of cuteness!
I reached out to hug Crispy Noodle, and it didn't shy away; instead, it leaned into my hand. I lifted it gently and cradled it in my arms. Crispy Noodle found a comfortable spot in the crook of my arm, closed its eyes, and surprisingly fell asleep peacefully.
Hey, hey, hey, little buddy, you could easily be sold like this. Crispy Noodle should still be worth something right now.
I tried to keep my steps light. I don't know why, but I couldn't resist this little creature at all. Seeing it sleep so soundly in my arms made me reluctant to move too much and wake it up.
Even though I walked slowly, the villa wasn't far from the school, and even closer to the snack street, so it didn't take long for me to return to the underground garage.
As soon as I opened the door and saw Red Boy's empty bed, I suddenly felt a pang of discomfort in my heart.
Since coming down, Red Boy had been so well-behaved—sunny and loyal—so different from the Holy Infant King of years past. He was polite and not picky about food; he was practically the ideal neighbor's child. Because of my negligence, he had become the one most hurt in this chaos. If Brother Niu and Iron Fan Princess knew, they would surely be heartbroken.
Thinking this way, I placed Crispy Noodle on the ground; I couldn't keep holding it forever.
As soon as it touched the floor, Crispy Noodle woke up instantly, looked around, and seemed quite pleased.
Following its gaze, I realized it had spotted a leftover bag of chips from Red Boy. This little guy was clever enough to find the only edible thing in the entire room at a glance. However, I couldn't let it eat that bag of chips since Red Boy had opened it quite some time ago.
"Wait for me to come back," I said to Crispy Noodle, unsure if it understood me.
Since I was already back, I didn't want to go out for snacks anymore. Instead, I decided to check with the tenants on the first floor if they had any leftover buns from this morning.
When I entered earlier, I hadn't noticed that there was no one on the first floor; the door was tightly locked. The bun vendor's cart was covered with plastic wrap, indicating that they probably hadn't set up their stall this morning.
Well then, there was no choice but to look for snacks from Arsenal—classmate Lin Miaomiao.
Lin Miaomiao lived on the third floor, which was also the top floor. I've heard there were people living on the second floor too, but I had never seen anyone coming or going. It seemed Lin Miaomiao's senior was on an internship and wouldn't be back at school for a while. But whatever; it's not like I'm collecting rent from her anyway!
Lin Miaomiao's door was closed, but light and sounds were coming from inside.
"Miao Miao, are you there? Can I come in?" It's important to be polite when entering a girl's room. Of course, that incident during the wedding party doesn't count.
"Come in; it's fine," Lin Miaomiao's voice came from inside.
Opening the door, Lin Miaomiao was sitting cross-legged on the sand in her pajamas, watching TV with a bucket of popcorn in her lap.
"You really know how to enjoy life," I teased. "Is your foot feeling better?"
"Basically no big issues now," Lin Miaomiao said as she swallowed some popcorn. "You're just in time; come explain this."
Lin Miaomiao pointed at the TV, which was playing 'Flower Thousand Bones.'
"What? I don't like watching these soap operas." Since childhood, I had rarely watched TV dramas. Occasionally, a few movies would be shown at the village entrance, and my childhood was mostly spent watching those few films.
"This is about cultivating immortality! Can you and I cultivate too?" Lin Miaomiao pointed at the TV with interest, where characters were flying on swords.
"Theoretically, yes, but why would you want to learn that?" I leaned against the door with my arms crossed. "It's tough and exhausting, and it's hard to find a suitable job afterward."
"But it's so cool!" Lin Miaomiao exclaimed, excitedly waving her arms. "How awesome is it to fly on a sword, help the weak, and conjure whatever you want!"
So this girl envies that?
"Heh." I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Miaomiao asked unhappily. What was so funny?
"Not that, sis; you're thinking too simply," I advised earnestly. "Come on, look at me. I'm also someone who cultivates. Do you think I'm cool or handsome?"
Lin Miaomiao honestly shook her head, and I almost spat out blood.
Seriously? Can't you just flatter me a bit? Don't you know how much I've sacrificed for this coolness? If you don't follow the script like this, there won't even be a meal after filming!
"That's true," Lin Miaomiao pondered for a moment. "You still have to live in an underground garage."
"Uh..." Another blow to the chest! This is real damage!
"No, no!" Lin Miaomiao suddenly shook her head vigorously. "It must be because you're too useless that things turned out this way."
"Heh heh." This girl is hopeless.
"By the way, what did you come to find me for?"
"The Prime Minister instructed me to borrow a few carts of supplies from the General." I clasped my fists and said.
"Alright." Lin Miaomiao waved her hand. "Teach me your skills, and in the future, not only will I take care of your snacks, but I also won't ask you for rent. How about that?"
You haven't given up yet?
"I can't guarantee you'll learn it well."
"That's fine!" Lin Miaomiao clenched her fist, full of energy.
Holding a few bags of snacks, I thought as I went downstairs whether I had agreed too rashly just now. I should have asked for a feast as a teacher's reward instead.
Since Lin Miaomiao wants to learn, there's nothing I can't teach her. After all, with my master's personality, he wouldn't care about keeping any secret techniques from being shared. If there's money to be made, even if it meant selling me out, I bet he'd refuse only because he thought the payment was too low.
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