furry him

07

Of course, I don't have any complaints about Bill.

Take the fact that Bill's paws are not convenient for eating, every time he feeds...

Um, no, every time I help him pick up vegetables and watch him open his mouth to eat, I feel a great shock to my spirit.

At the same time, he was determined not to provoke him, after all, it was not like there were no incidents of beast-like returning to ancestors and hurting people in the past.

Although there were very few cases, the instructors repeatedly emphasized to us not to try to provoke our powerful roommates when teaching in groups in the safety class.

After such an emphasis, it is usually accompanied by belated reassurance. For example, as long as we don't take the initiative to provoke, the students who return to their ancestors are actually very gentle and harmless.

In this way, the contradiction between human-shaped atavism and beast-like atavism seems to be not limited to life. Always staying with a roommate who can easily cause personal injury to oneself is also a test of one's psychological endurance.

Maybe I am better at having fun while suffering, because after the initial relatively large mental shock, I slowly found a little joy in this kind of behavior like feeding.

Well, let me tell you secretly, it's actually very similar to having a large pet with snow-white fur.

Although I don't want to admit it, but as long as Bill doesn't open his mouth, he looks a little cute, especially with round eyes, pink nose and paws.

It is said that in ancient times, the polar bear was once the largest land carnivore in the world.

I thought, no one else can experience the joy of keeping polar bears like I do. It's really exciting, isn't it?

I think if I send a hologram of Bill to my mom, she'll put her face in her hands and scream.

No way, women are always irresistible to this type of creature.

But for the sake of my dad's fragile little heart, I decided not to send back the photo of the hairy Bill to them.

My dad was really jealous and cried.

08

Star C has entered a severe winter period, probably because star C is farther away from the sun than star B. The winter period of star C is so cold that I doubt my life.

Although the constant temperature system in the campus has also raised the temperature accordingly, some practical courses have to be far away from the campus and enter the real cold of star C.

Physically I'm fine, but I feel like my wings are going to freeze off!

I wore three layers of long johns, and I couldn't resist the cold, but Bill still only wore a pair of beach shorts to show off.

Compared with other bears that have hibernated, I think polar bears are simply unscientific, but after reading the information, I know that the original living environment of polar bears is extremely cold.

I once again fell into the mood of envy, jealousy and hatred. After all, I have used the best thermal insulation material so far to wrap my wings like two chicken legs, but I am still cold.

But my deskmate, wearing only a pair of beach shorts, was sitting next to me.

There is still a steady stream of heat coming out of the body!

Probably because the content conveyed by my eyes was too rich, Bill hesitated for a while and asked, "Would you like to come over and warm up?"

Um?Go to warm up?

Bill stretched out his paw and pulled me toward him.

Then I was wrapped in the arms of the majestic and mighty Bill, really... It's a bag!

Not only was the person wrapped up, but even the wings on my back were caught under the creaking nest by him.

I feel a little embarrassed that the pose is a little too intimate after all, but come on!

so warm!

I'm determined to be in love with Bill until the end of winter!

Bill said, "In exchange, help me pick fish bones for dinner."

I:"……"

Is there really no warmth in this world for nothing?Is it so difficult to move me more?

I was still complaining, and then I found that many students around me who had a good relationship with my roommates all learned from us one after another.

Unexpectedly, it led the trend unknowingly!

I don't think it's a big deal to help Bill pick fishbone at dinner time, I'd love to!

And to be honest, Bill is really soft...

I couldn't hold back, I poked Bill's stomach with my hand, and felt not only the softness and fluffiness of the bear fur, but also...

I point out the facts: "Bill, you're fat."

I didn't notice it before, but I will look carefully now. Bill's face and body are actually in a big circle.

Bill: "...this is the necessary fat storage for overwintering."

Pfft, if it wasn't for the fluffy face, I think Bill would be blushing now, because the tip of his nose, which was originally pink, became much redder than before.

I suddenly felt that this big furry guy was actually quite cute.

09

During this harsh winter, my relationship with Bill has improved by leaps and bounds.

Now let alone feeding Bill, picking fish bones for Bill, even brushing Bill's teeth, I can't change my face.

Even seeing Bill's razor-sharp canines glisten with enigmatic pride.

I think I am addicted to raising polar bears.

The specific manifestation is that I myself am a person who can live with a stutter, but for Bill, I started to study scientific recipes.

The direction of specific research is how to make Bill's hair shiny and balanced in nutrition.

Sure enough, Bill was raised by me to be smooth and slippery, and he was overweight.

The latter point was something I hadn't thought of...

In short, Bill is rounder, but, because it is still in the severe winter, it is undoubtedly a very inhumane thing to let a polar bear lose weight in the severe winter.

But I will never give up the idea of ​​letting him lose weight. After all, after a certain degree of obesity, it will cause a series of diseases.

I am confident that I will make him slim down!

But the development of things is often beyond people's expectations, because after the cold winter period, besides losing weight, we both have to face another major event.

That's when Bill started to shed hair crazily. Every time the temperature rose a little, Bill was like a hair shedding machine, and the world was full of hairs when he moved it.

He is now the least popular student in our class, because whoever stays in the classroom will end up with his white hair.

As a deskmate and bedmate, I can only be thankful that I don't have hair allergies, otherwise it would be really hard.

But my life was not easy, because I was the biggest victim.

Not only am I torn by Al's hair loss, I'm also responsible for his hair loss.

How to be responsible?

Of course to help him brush ah!

I took a special depilatory comb and combed Bill's hair back and forth, up and down. The volume of the combed hair was put together, and it was already enough for me.

I looked at the pile of hair and asked him from the bottom of my heart: "Why are you still not bald?"

With so much hair combed down, apart from looking thinner, there is no sign of baldness at all!

Simply insane!