Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 182 Let's Not Spank

"Why are you touching its tail?"

The dog-headed boy knelt down to pick up Doupi, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"What, what's the matter? You can touch it, little brat, but I can't?"

Seeing this, the bad old man also landed on the bench next to the desk, blowing his beard and staring at the tofu in Chen Mu's arms.

"Hiss—" Doupi's low, unflinching growl responded.

"Doupi, you are too, just hide for a while, there is no need to catch it, it will be very troublesome then."

"Meow—" Hearing these words, Doupi raised his head and looked at Chen Mu, with a sad expression in his cat's eyes.

As if he didn't want to talk to the two people in front of him at this moment, Doupi, who was obviously sulking, jumped out of Chen Mu's arms and curled up into a small ball on the desk.

"Snoring—" Not long after, a soft snoring sound came from Doupi who was sleeping quietly, leaving only the two of them staring at each other.

"This cat..." The bad old man looked at Sleeping Doupi, then at the light red scratches on the back of his hand, and sighed softly in a low voice.

"This little guy has always been like this recently. He was obviously alive and kicking a second ago, but he curled up in a ball and snored there not long after."

"Little bastard, you are going to prepare..." The uncle suddenly lowered his voice a little.

"Preparing for what?" Chen Mu heard the words and looked at the red marks on the back of the uncle's hand, and lowered his voice a bit: "It is time to prepare."

"It doesn't take too much trouble to prepare for the funeral, just make a small hole."

"It's not possible." Chen Mu didn't even lift his head: "I have to go to the hospital first, and then think about the next thing."

"Go to the hospital?" The old man's voice suddenly increased: "Why is there any need to go to the hospital? Don't tell me your uncle doesn't know?"

"...It's true that there are not many." Chen Mu slowly spread out the picture book in front of him, and once again held the pen to draw on the sleeping cat beside him.

"Little bastard, what are you talking about?", the uncle was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at Chen Mu's calm words.

"I didn't say anything, I was just stating an objective fact." Chen Mu's tone was still flat: "Master, please sit still for a while, I will draw a picture for Doupi as a souvenir."

"Let's keep it as a souvenir, that's fine." The old man's cloudy eyes dimmed again: "Speaking of which, it's rare to see you drawing pictures, little brat, at such a close distance."

"Keep quiet." Chen Mu made a silence gesture to the uncle beside him: "Painting is a thing that requires a lot of concentration. If you are disturbed, you will make mistakes."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu...", the uncle wanted to say something, but he mumbled for a moment with his chapped lips, and finally returned to calm under the influence of Doupi's soft snoring beside him.

"It's been a long time since I drew this picture of a cat..."

It wasn't until the smell of bones in the kitchen wafted to Chen Mu's half-opened door that he slowly put down the paintbrush in his hand.

"Little bastard, I'll take care of the bones in the kitchen first, you paint first." The uncle wanted to get up and leave.

"Don't worry..." Chen Mu stretched out his hand to stop the uncle from getting up, and then narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Lazy Doupi on the desk.

"Meow~~", accompanied by a slightly tired meow, Doupi also slowly opened his eyes to look at the picture book in Chen Mu's hand.

The dog-headed boy turned his body slightly, so that the picture that was gradually showing color was exposed in front of Doupi, so that the content of the picture book would not be seen by the bad old man next to him.

"Hiss—" Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Doupi's lifeless eyes suddenly glowed with color, and he stared blankly at the picture in front of him.

"What's wrong with this little guy?" The uncle also scratched his head in a strange way.

"This is? Back to the light? Then we have to prepare better."

"What are you talking about, sir? You have to prepare yourself." Chen Mu gave the uncle an angry look.

"Doupi these days, it's just that she doesn't want to move. She's in good spirits."

"What am I going to do?" The old man's eyes widened, as if he suddenly thought of something, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Chen Mu: "Little bastard, what did you say just now?"

"It's not about this little guy, it's about me?"

"Of course, otherwise you can say who is well prepared." Chen Mu gently closed the picture book in his hand, and turned to listen carefully to the system's mechanical sound coming from his ear.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for collecting the bonuses of the six desires, the two-star mission has been met, and the two-star mission has started."

[Two-star task: Draw three natural pictures with different characters as the main body, requirements: the sun, the moon, and the stars]

[Mission Deprivation: Deprivation of Wednesday's random rewards, and only value points can be obtained in the future.Mission reward: Dimensional medical agent (for cats)]

"The reward for the two-star mission is this, which seems quite appropriate, but it's a pity."

Chen Mu put the picture book in his hand into the drawer, and then gently rubbed Doupi's chin in front of him.

"Hiss." As if he suddenly understood something, Doupi twitched his ears towards the young man in front of him.

"Evil son—"

The system's broadcast sound came to an end, and the old man's angry response sounded in Chen Mu's ear.

"Eh..." Chen Mu, who had a fluctuating expression on his face, helped his forehead when he heard the extremely long curse.

An old house where a treasure.

There are two elders in the family, noisy.

"What's the matter, sir?" At this moment, Chen Mu, who was concentrating on the mission conditions, didn't notice the blue and purple expression on the uncle's face at all.

"Who told you to prepare for the funeral?"

"You." Chen Mu looked up at the red sky outside.

"Then why are you going to the hospital? Is it possible to treat this little guy?"

"No, that is to treat your illness." Chen Mu looked away after hearing this.

"This kind of thing may really cause problems if it is not cured, and it will be too late to think about it."

"Hiss—it really is a villain." The uncle looked at Chen Mu with a little more disgust in his eyes.

"How long has it been since I started thinking about arranging for your uncle? I don't know about my own body? Is it necessary to treat a terminal lung cancer?"

"I didn't mean that." Chen Mu pointed at the red marks on the back of the old man's hand with exposed veins: "If you are caught and don't get an injection, you may get rabies."

"Rabies can't be cured, even a little bit of scratching may lead to death, so..." Chen Mu paused: "Master, you should prepare well."

"What are you going to do?" Hearing Chen Mu's long series of words, the uncle was obviously a little scared by him.

"Even if you say that, I don't want to leave a piece of grass for you, little brat."

"I said..." Chen Mu elongated his voice, and pinched the old man's half-shrinking wrist.

"Let's go to the town health center and get an injection."

"It's not a spanking." The old man's voice suddenly trembled: "Spanking is not a spanking, and I am determined not to spank."

"Don't worry, it's a fight..."

In the middle of speaking, the uncle broke free from Chen Mu's wrist, and ran to the kitchen without looking back, pulling on a pair of slippers.

Up to this moment, the old man's voice drifted to Chen Mu's side along with the smell of meat, still stuttering and trembling a little.

"It's time to open the lid of the stewed bones."

(End of this chapter)