Infinite: Dawn Game

After Yu Shijiu led Feifei back to his seat, Uncle Gong, who had been observing the situation, finally believed that the orange cat was his.

He looked down at Fatty, who was lying obediently in the aisle yawning, and sighed sincerely:

"Its mouth is really big."

Yu Shijiu: "..."

He glanced at Fatty, who seemed to realize his open mouth and immediately closed it tightly, tilting his head to lick his fur in a sullen manner, ignoring Uncle Gong who kept "sucking".

Uncle Gong was not discouraged. Even though Fei Fei ignored him, he still smiled and even took out a bag of pork jerky from his backpack to try to entice Fei Fei.

Fatty: "..."

It glanced disdainfully at the pork jerky in Uncle Gong's hand, and was about to meow haughtily when it saw Yu Shijiu leaning back in his chair, looking in their direction.

Yu Shijiu stared at the pork jerky in Uncle Gong's hand, casually peeling a green tangerine in his hand, a faint gleam in his eyes.

Fatty: "..."

It hesitated for a moment, let out a soft cry, moved closer to Uncle Gong, rubbed its head against his hand, and then opened its mouth to bite off the whole bag of pork jerky.

Fortunately, it was one that hadn't been opened.

Uncle Gong felt a ticklish sensation as the soft fur in his palm rubbed against him.

"Hey, what's the rush? It's not even opened yet..."

Just as he was about to take the pork jerky out of Fatty's mouth, he saw Fatty squeezing his knees to squeeze inside. His cat face was flattened by the chair back and his knees, and his eyes were squeezed into a thin slit.

"Meow!"

Feifei let out a slightly hurried and indistinct cry from its throat. Yu Shijiu was stunned for a few seconds, and when he saw Feifei's face constantly pushing forward, he realized something.

The bag of pork jerky that Uncle Gong hadn't had time to open was being bitten by Fei Fei. Fei Fei kept pushing it forward with its mouth, but because of its body, it got stuck halfway and couldn't move.

Yu Shijiu reached for the bag of pork jerky. Although it was covered in saliva, he controlled his strength well, and the packaging bag showed no signs of being torn.

Seeing Yu Shijiu take the pork jerky, Feifei stopped squeezing. It meowed, shrank back, and lay down in the aisle, tilting its head to continue licking its fur.

Uncle Gong was astonished: "Young man, your cat is really intelligent! It's giving you food because it doesn't want to eat it itself."

Yu Shijiu lowered his eyelids, staring at the pork jerky in his hand, a slow smile spreading across his lips:

"Ah."

He slowly wiped the drool off the packaging bag with a piece of paper, smiling happily.

"Feifei is very smart."

Uncle Gong, who was standing nearby, nodded with a smile upon hearing this:

"You're so clever! But how did you convince the driver to let you bring the cat, uh, Fatty, on board? I remember they have a rule about that, don't they? The driver didn't seem like the kind of person you'd expect."

Yu Shijiu had already opened the pork jerky package. He took a bite and honestly said:

“I told him that if he didn’t let us go up, I would stab him.”

Uncle Gong's rambling came to an abrupt halt.

He stared in astonishment at the boy beside him, his gaze traveling from the boy's pale, thin face to his withered, skeletal wrists, before finally bursting into laughter:

"Young man, are you sure you can joke around like that?"

As he spoke, Uncle Gong lowered his head and took out a bottle of milk from his backpack, handing it to Yu Shijiu and smiling:

"Come on, drink some milk to grow stronger."

Seeing that Uncle Gong clearly didn't believe her, Yu Shijiu blinked in confusion, but still took the milk Uncle Gong handed her:

"Thank you, Uncle Gong."

Seeing that he was well-behaved, Uncle Gong chuckled to himself again, probably thinking of the "lazy joke" that Yu Shijiu had just told.

Yu Shijiu: "..."

He wanted to explain, but felt it was unnecessary, so he simply ate the pork jerky and milk that Fei Fei had given him slowly.

Why don't you believe him?

Yu Shijiu thought.

Uncle Gong seems like a good person; he doesn't want to lie, so he tells the truth.

But it was the truth, and Uncle Gong seemed to think it was fake.

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Thanks to Yu Shijiu, the journey that would normally take almost two hours was shortened to just over an hour by the driver.

Upon seeing the stone tablet beside the entrance to Changsheng Village, the driver, who had been driving recklessly, suddenly brightened up, slammed on the brakes, and shouted out impatiently:

"We're almost at Changsheng Village! Everyone who's getting off, get ready to get off now!"

"And about the day after tomorrow, remember to wait for the bus here after you come out. I have to go now!"

Because he was too excited, the driver didn't control his volume and tone, and his breathing sounded rapid and distorted.

The kind that just sounds off.

For a moment, some familiar players on the bus exchanged glances, realizing something from the driver's words.

While no game instance is without danger, isn't the driver, as the NPC at the beginning of the instance, a bit too anxious?

No one could have imagined that a player would openly provoke an NPC on the very first day, even threatening to kill them.

Zhao Xuan was among them. His face, which had just shed its youthful innocence, looked slightly sharp under the light. He raised his hand and pushed open the curtains that were blocking the glass.

The sun was slowly rising, and the edge of the gray-blue sky was faintly tinged with red, which contrasted with the surrounding undulating mountains and trees, creating a rare and beautiful scene.

If you're really here for tourism, you can certainly enjoy the view for a while.

Zhao Xuan looked at Yu Shijiu, who was standing up, bending down to pet the cat, and preparing to leave not far ahead, and said in a low voice:

"Keep an eye on him, don't lose him."

In this game instance, Zhou Yuanyang deliberately used a tracking item to place himself and Yu Shijiu in the same instance for recruitment.

It is said that violence is not allowed against Yu Shijiu, and help should only be given at the last moment when Yu Shijiu needs it. It is best to make a move when Yu Shijiu is on his last breath, so that the effect of demonstrating strength will be maximized.

Zhao Xuan didn't actually want to come, but Zhou Yuanyang made the decision, so he had no choice but to obey.

But now that he's here, he has to show Yu Shijiu, this arrogant new player, his true strength.

As a veteran player who has cleared nearly ten dungeons, Zhao Xuan believes that his strength and experience are definitely not comparable to Yu Shijiu's.

The player next to him responded, "Should we split up?"

Zhao Xuan hummed in agreement: "Remember to stay in touch."

"Yes."

On the other side, Yu Shijiu accepted Uncle Gong's invitation to travel together, and led Feifei through the narrow and dark passageway to get off the bus.

"Meow!"

Fatty leaped down with an agility completely out of character for his size, rolled into the nearby bushes, and grabbed at the wildly growing foxtail grass.

Yu Shijiu patiently waited for it to finish playing before chatting with Uncle Gong, who was struggling to pull the suitcase out from under the car, about where they were going later.

Uncle Gong wiped the sweat from his brow and, seeing Yu Shijiu coming to get his suitcase, simply stepped aside to avoid her.

"You little skinny monkey, don't carry so much stuff."

Even so, Uncle Gong still glanced at Yu Shijiu, who only had a few green oranges in his pockets, and hesitated:

Didn't you bring anything?

How can you travel without bringing anything?

Yu Shijiu looked away and said with a grin:

"poverty."