Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

At dusk, the sun sets and the afterglow shines obliquely.

The boundless sea surface seemed to be casually painted with some powder and ink. Occasionally, a leisurely fish passed by, and its shadow made the slightly dull golden color shimmer.

The seagulls circled curiously a few times, observing the scattered figures on the deck.

Wenren Yihuan really likes this kind of atmosphere where she can just find a reclining chair and enjoy the quiet time in the evening, of course the premise is...

"Mad man... are you crazy... let me up! Let me up!!"

The prerequisite is that you don’t have to listen to the screams of a human ghost.

A few dozen centimeters above the sea surface, Hunter Cui, who was tied tightly with ropes, kicked his feet wildly, like a frog struggling wildly about to be thrown into a frying pan.

At the other end of the rope was Wen Ren Yihuan, who was leaning against the deck with his eyes fixed on the edge of sunset.

His long hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing his indifferent and moving profile. He was waiting boredly for the person wandering around below to beg for mercy.

Wenren Yian had told him that patience should be reserved for two types of people: those who are worthy, and those who are foreseeable to repent. As for Hunter Cui...

It was obvious that he was one of those hopeless ones.

It's clear what kind of person he is when he bosses his girlfriend around as if it's natural and flirts with women he meets for the first time.

Using the power of their parent newspaper to force online writing platforms to comply, they are forcing the platforms to reduce the weight of long articles.

As a result, although I am in the Writers Association, I can only write a few words of pedantic and clichéd poems at the level of literacy, which sound worse than clichés when read.

If it was an ancient tune, with a rhythmic rhythm, maybe it could fool outsiders who don't know much about it, but unfortunately his few nonsense modern sentences don't even have the ability to moan without reason...

He is narrow-minded, arrogant, wicked and filthy, as his brother described him:

People of inferior character are not worth associating with.

The howling of the ghost in his ears showed no sign of stopping. The more Wen Ren Yihuan thought about it, the angrier he became.

Gong Chi, who was standing beside him, suddenly heard him mumbling to himself and cursing:

"What rubbish..."

It also drove me, the author, away.

Except for Bai Xue who left as soon as dinner started, the other players were now watching the fun on the deck.

The detective, the young man with glasses, seemed to be doing nothing, but if you looked closely at the corner of his mouth, you could tell that he must be in a very good mood at the moment.

Not to mention Duan Ran, who is at the best age to be upright.

It was fun to watch and hear, and I caught a glimpse of a...

"Is it a melon? What's written on it? What's written on it? Can I have a bite of the melon?"

Wenren Yihuan: %…abuse power for personal gain￥%…unlearned and unskilled…%^&“distant-sea fishing”…

“Hmm…Hmm…Hmm?! I know about this!

I have also read this book. At that time, the association that was looking for trouble was criticized from top to bottom on the Internet. It turned out to be because of him?

At that time, I made a bet with my friend that they would give birth to a little dragon within a hundred chapters..."

Wenren Yihuan obviously disagreed: "Why not a kitten?"

Milk tea master meow stood on the side of the boat with his hands on his hips: "Why not little cat meow?"

[Sainz] flipped through his little green book: "In theory..."

He paused and closed it: "...I didn't find this theory, meow."

The breeding issue between cats and dragons is still too advanced.

Duan Ran scratched his forehead. Why didn't he bet on giving birth to a kitten at that time?

Gong Chi, who did not participate in the "birth of dragons and cats", brought the final blow to this short discussion:

"If I remember correctly, you said they were both male when you were in the closet."

After grinding the nails of one cat's paw, Pen Cat turned down the volume of the monitor to protect his ears, and leisurely changed to the other one.

There were no fights.

No personal injury.

It's not about the kitten.

Looks very harmonious meow~

In fact, it is indeed a bit difficult to deal with it because Hunter Cui refused to cooperate. After all, there has been no attempt to clear memory before, and players will go all out for more rewards.

A game of passive resistance would be much less interesting.

"I was careless, meow, what should I do now...

Or write them a bad check to trick them into adding a bonus? Anyway, they can’t really ask Miaolai for it when they recover their memories…”

The logic is smooth and reasonable, and there will always be someone who can't get away with money, right?

"How many zeros should I fill in, meow..."

With the idea that he would draw the pie big and round since he didn't have to fulfill it, Pen Cat started counting "0".

The notice reported a very objective bonus figure.

Duan Ran's pupils trembled on the spot, and he put his hands in front of his eyes and started counting his fingers.

Wangyun Street itself is integrated into human society, and its monetary system is naturally not independent.

Although he doubted the authenticity of Mao Mao's notice, Wen Ren Yihuan's pair of cherry-pink ears stood up straight.

However, when he thought that even if he could really get the money, the big fox could not just lie down and had to be responsible for ensuring the safety of the area and working for his brother, his surprise at the several "0s" was mostly eliminated.

Duan Ran's eyes lit up and he said in a salted fish voice: "With this money I will just drop out of school and go out and play for a few years..."

Having money at home can never compare to being rich and powerful yourself.

Gong Chi didn't even blink as he looked at Wenren Yihan's fox ears that were bent backwards because of the "0".

"Aren't you moved?"

Noticing Gong Chi's gaze, Wen Ren Yihuan asked, after all, this person had said before that he was so poor that he didn't even have a quilt.

Gong Chi didn't expect that his nonsense words were still remembered. Facing the fox who asked the question, he smiled softly: "...My heart is moved."

I just don't know whether it is the money or the fox in front of me that makes me excited.

Duan Ran, a family member who knew Gong Chi well, couldn't help but interrupt:

"I'm moved? Brother, you've already filled all the orders, and you're still moved?"

The numbers were a bit outrageous, and Wenren Yihuan couldn't process them for a while. He looked at the two of them suspiciously:

"Ok?"

Gong Chi didn't blush or feel nervous, and threw the pot on Duan Ran's head:

"He is young and talking nonsense."

"Brother, can you open your eyes and take a look? He (Wenren Yihuan) looks about the same age as me. Tell him that I'm younger..."

Duan Ran opened his eyes wide.

Duan Ran didn't understand.

Duan Ran suddenly realized and said cautiously: "...Brother, you are not forgetting your brother because of the beauty, right?"

The result was a nonchalant “hmm” from the man.

Back with his teammates, Duan Ran accepted it well, and he had already started thinking about the pronunciation of the word "sister-in-law".

Little did he know that the young man with glasses saw that he was silent and thought that he had been hit by something, so he stabbed him without bleeding:

"Why are you unwilling? Isn't it reasonable for you two to choose that person?"

Duan Ran seemed to be choked by something, and after a long while he spoke: "You are really good at comforting people... I am very touched, very touched..."

It's so touching that it hurts.

When he returned to the banquet hall and found that all the players were gone, the player Bai Xue came over.

As soon as I got to the deck, I heard Hunter Cui's voice shouting and cursing, but I couldn't find where he was for a while.

It was not until she got close to the side of the boat where Wenren Yihuan was that she suddenly realized that her boyfriend was hanging on the sea and spitting out a sweet smell.

Bai Xue hesitated for a few seconds, looking a little unhappy, but she still walked behind Wenren Yihuan:

"that……"

Wenren Yihuan didn't get along with Hunter Cui, but he didn't have any conflicts with the Snow White player. He didn't ignore the girl:

"Well, what happened?"

The rope in his hand slipped down a little, and Hunter Cui was so scared that he let out another loud scream.

Bai Xue, the player, saw the conflict between the young man and Hunter Cui. She was too timid to look Wen Ren Yi Huan in the eye:

"Can you please make him..."

"Sorry, your voice was too soft and I couldn't hear you clearly."

The big fox has nice ears, but it has its own will.

The rope slid down again.

Since the big fox had to distract himself by talking to others, it makes sense for him to relieve some of the strength in his hands, right?

Hunter Cui was cursing below.

Bai Xue clenched her fists and became a little anxious. She looked up and saw Wen Ren Yi Huan preparing to move his lips. The strength in her hands seemed to loosen again. She realized something in an instant:

"Can you... no... you don't have to say it, don't say it..."

Afraid that Wenren Yihan would continue to answer, Bai Xue player quickly stepped back without looking back.

A complex emotion flashed across Wenren Yihuan's eyes.

Look, you can make the other party give up on their own without refusing. This is strength.

The young man with glasses took in everything and touched the folded legs of his glasses: "What an unexpected chaos..."

"Shark... there really is a shark! Are you guys done yet? Hurry up and get your dad up..."

The big game hunter beneath the surface of the sea suddenly leaps out of the water.

Hunter Cui felt like he was climbing a mountain and was about to reach the top when he was suddenly kicked down.

Wenren Yihan originally planned to fish Hunter Cui out of the water, but after hearing the word "your father", he loosened the rope in his hand.

As he leaned down, his light golden eyes darkened as he looked at the sea. The expression on Hunter Cui's face was like that of a fisherman looking at a carefully prepared bait.

"It's a bit annoying, feed it."