furry him

01

I moved from a B-level planet to a C-level star.

This is a nicer way of saying it.

To put it bluntly, my resident rating has dropped.

Because I suddenly had wings on my back, but I couldn't fly, which was considered an imperfect atavism.

The living environment of B-level stars and C-level stars is actually similar, and the change is not obvious. If there is any major impact, it is that the scope of work that I can choose after graduation has suddenly become much smaller.

Because people with atavistic genes are still dangerous, although so far, I haven't found out where I am at risk.

But in fact, compared to the lowering of the rating, and being said that returning to the ancestors is not perfect, and the scope of employment is narrowed, what I care more about is——

There are no feathers on the grown wings!

Hi!So angry!Don't even mention the feeling of having two big, bare chicken wings on your back!

What makes people feel comforted is that fortunately, the love of my parents will not change because I grow wings.

My mother laughed badly, knitted me a pair of long johns, and told me to wear them on the wings to save myself from catching a cold.

Long johns have exquisite fabrics, exquisite workmanship and bold colors.

My mother said to me lovingly in the holographic projection: "Honey, in the year of birth, remember to wear red underwear!"

I think my mother shouldn't read the introductions of traditional customs thousands of years ago. Last time, she wrapped rice dumplings with dangerous plants and sent me and my father to the hospital.

And this time!

"Mom! Wearing underwear outside has become unfashionable last month!"

"Also! My wings are not cold!"

But I am still too young to forget that there is a kind of cold that makes my mother think you are cold.

Anyway, in the end, the red long johns were put on the wings. My mother ordered it, and my father did it.

As the so-called father loves like a mountain, after cutting off the communication with my mother, my father who came to see me off said to me secretly: "If you really don't want to wear it, you can take it off before going to the place. Remember to find a gene with a lot of hair in the future, and see if you can wear it." They cannot complement each other, and strive to let the next generation grow out their wing hair."

I think my father's instruction is entirely due to the resentment caused by his middle-aged hair loss.

Looking at his receding hairline, I was a little flustered, feeling like I saw myself 20 years from now.

But in comparison, I am still miserable, because my wings are bald now.

Oh, I'm still so angry!

02

I never expected that before I could find a daughter-in-law with hairy genes for my dad, I would have a hairy deskmate first.

I think, based on the thickness of the other party's hair, my dad should be jealous and cry when he sees it.

In fact, I am also quite jealous, not for anything else, just because I am naked and have no wings, and I will always bump into each other's furry body without paying attention.

Alas, the contrast is stark, and it is impossible not to be jealous.

The same table is a bear-type throwback, with snow-white fur, and a very majestic and mighty figure. Anyway, it is not troublesome for one person to occupy the position of two people.

So as my deskmate, I feel aggrieved.

Probably because he realized that he was squeezing me, the deskmate turned his head and smiled, with a gentle voice: "Sorry, I'm a little fat..."

I looked at his fangs that didn't match his voice at all, and quickly expressed that I didn't mind: "It's okay! I'm thin!"

I remembered that I read in ancient literature that many little girls liked teddy bear toys in ancient times, and I couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Is this why I never had a girlfriend?

Just as I was fascinated by the thought, the discipline teacher began to allocate the dormitory. When I came back to my senses, I found that the dormitory information had been entered on my student card, and the dormitory number was 007.

Looking at this number, I couldn't help but smile, ah, this number is good!

A popular costume drama before, it tells the story of an agent code-named 007!The main character is so handsome!

I was having fun, and the majestic and mighty tablemate next to me came towards me.

The deskmate said: "What a coincidence, I am also 007."

I instantly felt that this number was not good, not because of anything else, but because of the fact that I had been pushed against the wall by him, I didn't even want to live with him!

I will never admit that being with him makes my wings look even more bald.

What's so good about Maoduo!snort!

03

On the way to the dormitory, I found out that my deskmate was named Bill, and I used to live in an A-level star.

I complained in my heart, asking Bill why the bear returned to his ancestors, and replied, "My name is Raphael."

After I finished speaking, I puffed out my chest. Even though Bill originally lived in Star A and had a high resident rating, it is obvious that my parents have better artistic accomplishment and taste than his parents.

Raphael is the name of an ancient artist!whee!

Bill turned his face to look at me: "Raphael? That Raphael?"

Although I tried my best to control it, I still felt like the other party was very knowledgeable: "Yes!"

Bill looked at the wings on my back and said, "No wonder, you have grown wings. It's amazing."

Although I don't know what my name Raphael has to do with growing wings, I'm still very happy that he praised me for being amazing.

Only the next moment, I decided not to be happy.

Because Bill said: "But I remember that there are hairs on the angel's wings."

As the saying goes...

Bill added: "It's the kind of snow-white, bird feathers that seem to glow."

I think this person is so annoying!

Hairy is amazing!

Bill's voice was very gentle, and he said, "Raphael is a healing angel. Will you have this ability in the future?"

I can't tell whether he is serious now, or he is repeatedly mocking the fact that my wings don't grow hair.

Anyway, I searched secretly afterwards, and I found relevant information about the angel named Raphael, and it seemed to be really powerful.

After searching, I decided to share another meaning of my name with my parents, which is pretty cool after all.

Compared with pure artists, I like this kind of role positioning with ancient mythological colors, which is actually more attractive to me.

But my dad was so bad, he said, "Oh my God, this angel restoration has so much hair on its wings!"

My mother was out of breath laughing, and I was about to be out of breath too, but it was pure anger.

How dare my dad say this!He was bald himself!If it wasn't for him, I must have hair on my wings too!

snow white!The kind that shines!

snort!