Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi threw away the email and plunged into training driven by emotion. Yan Changyue was not there, and did not continue to let the chef serve as a sparring partner. Instead, she installed new toys for him, from setting up moving targets to installing combat games. The mere "full-system sensing" was enough for Song Yi to have fun.

What's more, at this moment, he chose the fighting mode, and vented his anger during the fight of fists and feet. After it was over, he picked up his "sparring partner" with one hand, held the opponent's arm with the other hand, and walked out of the instrument.

He bumped into the butler who was walking towards him, and their eyes met in the air. Song Yi subconsciously felt guilty, and moved the broken doll back, trying to block it with his body.

The housekeeper said, "It's normal for the damage to occur again. Let me take a look at it."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi began to act. He first slowly turned sideways to reveal it, then slowly stretched out his hand and handed it over with a reluctant attitude. The butler frowned and walked up to him and pulled the puppet from his hand.

"Let go," said the butler.

The tone was serious. Song Yi let go of the puppet and moved to the side seemingly obediently, but he grabbed the puppet's arm and swung it like a stick. It was not until the next second that he received the butler's gaze that Song Yi stopped his actions and returned to his obedient state. He held the puppet's arm with both hands and looked at the butler eagerly.

The butler ignored him and just lowered his head to continue checking the test doll, carefully observing the broken parts and obvious scars on it. He gently stroked the simulated leather with his fingertips, his expression becoming more and more solemn. When he looked at Song Yi again, the butler sighed first, and then said:

"Your level of beastification is increasing."

The destructive power is also increasing. Even though intelligent products have no sense of pain and will not stop because of damage, they are still limited by the influence of the material and will enter the scrap stage when the damage reaches the upper limit. As the degree of bestiality deepens, Song Yi's combat effectiveness is also increasing. Even reinforced materials will be torn apart by the beast's claws in a fierce battle.

Thinking of this, Song Yi raised his chin unconsciously, then lowered his head, with an attitude of accepting praise yet trying to be reserved, which made the housekeeper laugh out of anger.

"I'm not praising you," said the butler.

Song Yi exclaimed "Ah", the surprise on his face was genuine, he really felt that he was being praised, which made the housekeeper, who was already annoyed, laugh again, feeling even more helpless about his behavior. The scene fell into an awkward situation for a moment, and Song Yi kept acting well-behaved with this smile, waiting for the subsequent trial.

After a few seconds, the housekeeper comforted himself and explained: "I know what the master means, and I know your thoughts, but compared to forcibly deepening the degree of beast transformation, you must first learn to control it, and then gradually advance."

"It is difficult to achieve further improvement by blindly deepening your beast transformation. You are just indulging yourself in madness and then awakening yourself on the edge of sanity."

"The result of doing this is more like a child's random beating than fighting. The upper limit of improvement is not high. Once you become dependent on it, it will become a kind of destruction of your own potential."

Song Yi nodded to express his affirmation, and then he became serious and said, "Uncle, I don't have enough time. I have to go tomorrow..."

"There's still time." The butler interrupted him, threw the doll away, and walked towards the door, continuing: "Before complete death, it's just a game. Everything is still in time."

Song Yi stared at the other party, paused for two seconds, and agreed obediently. After saying this, the butler pushed the door and left with light steps, without any trace of anger from before. Song Yi was left alone, still standing in the spacious training ground, in a daze, his eyes seemed a little empty.

A few seconds later, Song Yi poked the system to wake it up, and whispered to Noah's Ark, "Damn, he's so cultured! This kind of handsome uncle is also very popular. Did you hear me? Don't pretend you're not here. Will there be any scenes for my uncle in the future?"

"The comic book plot is out of control."

The voice of Noah's Ark sounded, and it actually gave an answer, but the content of the description was disappointing. Song Yi said "Oh" regretfully, waved his hand, left the training ground and walked towards the room. After listening to the housekeeper's advice, Song Yi got inspiration from it. When he returned to his otaku life again, he began to conduct comparative experiments.

After opening the door, Song Yi abandoned the sofa as an option. He walked around the sofa and headed straight for the bedroom. On the way to the bed, he kicked off his slippers and continued walking barefoot. He paused halfway, took off his short-sleeved shirt while walking, threw it on the desk, and then rushed to the bed. With a slight sound, Song Yi buried his face in the pillow, his right hand also reached for the soft quilt, and he gradually stretched out his body.

As time went by, he slowly relaxed and began to roll on the cloth, trying to transform into a beast. At the same time, he consciously controlled the changes in his body as the housekeeper said. In the process, he could move freely at first and play tablet games. This kind of thing was too childish for a little stardust, and it was boring for a human cub. But in front of a mature little stardust like him, it was just right.

Song Yi quite liked it, but after his palms began to change, the emerging nails became a difficulty. Song Yi had to change his entertainment method and fell on the bed to read the comments.

The style is similar to Xiang Qian. Amid the carnival of a large number of CP fans, it is accompanied by some plot analysis. Some of them seem reliable, while others make Song Yi want to laugh. But no matter which one, it is a spice of his boring life and satisfies his need to "share his attention."

As evening approached, Song Yi stopped exploring his bestiality. He felt that he had reached a certain point, or at least the limit of his control. If he went any further, his rationality would decline, and if he took another step back, his bestiality would decrease. Song Yi curled up on the edge of the bed, no longer in the mood to gossip. He had long since withdrawn from the comic reviews and was in a daze with nothing to do, his eyes falling on the back of his feet.

That place has also changed a lot. Fur covers the skin and the curvature of the bones has also changed. Compared with Fury's cuteness, witnessing the process of change with your own eyes is somewhat terrifying.

Song Yi, however, took a new approach and began to amuse himself by performing the paw blossoming trick. However, he was too focused on the trick and accidentally moved his position. Half of his body slid off the edge of the bed, and his dangling paws rested on the floor. Song Yi subconsciously exerted force, and the moment he stepped on the ground, the frequency of his heartbeat changed, and he began to give a warning of danger.

Either continue, deepen the bestiality of the body and get rid of the superficial work at this moment, or step back, reduce the degree at this moment and return to the level of free control.

Song Yi sighed and stopped mobilizing his claws. Instead, he changed his force point, trying to use the strength of his waist and abdomen to arch himself back onto the bed. However, as he tried, he got a similar result again. His body was urging him to make a choice as soon as possible, whether to break through the critical point or return to safety.

He has never been a good boy, so he readily made another choice - Song Yi reached out to bang the call bell on the bedside, raised his voice and shouted "Help" loudly. Two minutes later, the housekeeper arrived in time, picked him up from the bedside and threw him back on the bed. At the same time, a cold voice sounded.

"You'd better come up with a better way before you kill yourself," said the butler.

"Yeah, you'd better have a better suggestion." Song Yi followed.

The two looked at each other again, and were unable to continue talking under each other's serious gaze. After all, "rational animalization" and "rapidly becoming stronger" were originally opposite paths. It was nothing but a pipe dream for Song Yi to want to have both.