What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God's Bathtub

It was time to block the monitor for 10 minutes, and He Ruge ended the interaction unsatisfactorily. He looked at the favorability score of 28 and felt happy again.

The main task requires at least 60 favorability points after the sixth experiment. The passing line seems to be easy to achieve. It is only the first experiment now. Maybe in the third experiment, he will be able to reach 90 favorability points?

The future seems to be bright, but He Ruge feels that something is wrong. As a writer, he knows that the big taboo in writing is to give the bait to readers too early.

The same should be true for the game. You should break up the cheese and sprinkle it behind you, inducing the players to run happily all the way.

Before He Ruge could think about it, the door of room B6 was pushed open, and a staff member in full armor, wearing a mask and gloves stood at the door and waved to He Ruge. If it wasn't for the iconic yellow hair, He Ruge would hardly have recognized other side.

He remembered that this NPC was the staff member who carried the little white tiger in the beginning of the game.

The self in the game stepped forward, stood in the corridor with the staff member, clicked on the other party with the mouse, and the dialogue bar popped up.

Weasel:

[Today I want to record the data of the experimental subject, you put on the mask and gloves, when I open the compartment to measure the data, you go to clean the litter box, remember not to make any noise]

【Daily task:

Cleaning the litter box (0/20)]

He Ruge silently looked at Huang Weasel's props - the mini metal helmet full of black technology, and he silently looked at the black plastic bag and cat litter shovel in his hand.

An indescribable sense of gap permeated my heart.

Weasel walked in front, and he opened the door of No. 1 compartment. The occupant of the door was a little yellow milk dog. Seeing the fully armed Weasel and He Ruge, the little milk dog didn't show much fear, like black grapes. His eyes were full of lively curiosity.

He stood up from the little cotton nest, happily rushed to the weasel's feet, his little tail wagging happily, maybe he wanted to act like a spoiled adult, his two little paws grabbed the weasel's trousers, hum He groaned loudly.

The sound effect of this game is very good, very realistic, He Ruge can even guess the mood of small animals through the sound.

The shrill voice of the cub came from the earphones, and He Ruge's heart almost melted. His smile just appeared, and it froze in the next second——

The weasel roughly kicked the puppy's soft belly with the toe of its shoe, and the immature barking sound became extremely sharp in an instant, as sharp as the piercing sound of iron passing through glass, or like the chirping of a frightened bird .

The murmurs of the other cubs in the room disappeared, and they seemed collectively frightened.

The little milk dog was kicked on the ground. Before he could react what happened, his neck was grabbed by a strong hand, and the cold metal helmet covered his head.

He Ruge opened his eyes slightly, watching Huang Weat casually press the red button on the helmet, the glaring white light from the inside of the helmet faintly leaked out, followed by the heart-piercing scream of the little milk dog, he seemed Suffering from great pain, his whole body convulsed.

The hasty cry contained panic, and he desperately wanted to get rid of all this, but the absolute suppression of force suppressed his resistance.

The metal helmet is like an execution tool at this moment, but the weasel as the executioner has no mercy, he looks up at He Ruge, and uses his eyes to signal He Ruge to clean the litter box.

[Guidelines for Beginners:

Click on Baba, put the Baba into the bag with a cat litter shovel]

The game is too realistic and the sound is very contagious. He Ruge watched the process of measuring the data in a daze. For a moment, he even felt that all this happened for real.

The painful wailing continued to sound like background music, and the hand moving the mouse was a little heavy.

【Daily task:

Cleaning the litter box (1/20)]

At the same time, Huang Weasel also finished the measurement. He took off the helmet, and the little milk dog lay on the ground trembling and trembling.

When the cubicle door was closed again, the little puppy didn't even look up.

In the dead silence, the iron door of the No. 2 compartment was slowly pushed open, the cotton nest was knocked upside down on the ground, and there were no cubs in the compartment.

The weasel stopped in front of the cotton nest. He walked around the cotton nest a few times with interest, and finally lay down on the ground, put his face close to the edge of the cotton nest, and slowly lifted the upside-down cotton nest——

He stared silently at the huddled little fox.

"Gah-!"

……

When more than half of the cubs were measured, a very strange phenomenon appeared. The cubs that had been measured did not make too much noise and were locked in the compartment like corpses, while those cubs who were afraid of the unknown collapsed and sobbed , The originally dead room was crying one after another.

The experience is as exciting as playing a horror game. He Ruge kept rubbing the frame with his fingertips. He Ruge turned the volume down to the lowest level and focused on shoveling shit, like a self-deceiving tortoise. As long as you retract your head into the shell, everything around you Never happened.

However, when the screen jumped to booth No. 20, the hand that was rubbing the frame of the mirror stopped, He Ruge took a deep breath, and suddenly looked sharply at the screen.

Everything comes at me, don't touch a hair of my little white tiger!

He Ruge's spirit was highly concentrated, staring at the iron gate firmly.

Weasel stood in front and opened the iron door. Before the iron door was fully opened, a small snowball rushed out whistling like an avalanche, and hit the weasel firmly on the abdomen.

Weasel arched in pain.

The amazing jumping ability is not at all like that of a suckling cub. He seems to be born good at climbing. His little paws hooked on the fabric and crawled from the abdomen to the chest, and fiercely grabbed the weakest eyes of the weasel!

The familiar cold light flashed!

Blood spurted out and sprinkled on Huang Weasel's mask. Huang Weasel covered his eyes in pain, and stretched out his hand to throw the little white tiger off his body. Unexpectedly, the little white tiger nimbly jumped into He Ruge's arms before this.

When he leapt forward, everything he could see turned into a slow-motion playback. The little white tiger's pink and tender paws and white soft belly were exposed in the air, and his tail was shaking slightly. He firmly moved towards He Ruge. Pounce--

It's like the dream cutie fell from the sky.

He Ruge: "...?!"

This, this little white tiger threw himself into my arms? !

The little white tiger in his arms held He Ruge's arm firmly with its four paws. He turned his head to look at the weasel, his fur exploded, his blue eyes were full of murderous anger, and he bared his teeth and let out a demonstrative low. Roar, it's hard to imagine that such a milk dumpling has the evil spirit of the king of beasts.

Weasel half-kneeled on the ground, howled, took out the spray from his arms, and sprayed it on his right eye tremblingly. After a while, the blood gradually stopped, but the white of the eye was dyed blood red, which looked very scary.

Even though the mask covered his face and only Huang Weasel's eyes were exposed, the resentment in his eyes wanted to crawl out.Huang Weat looked at He Ruge, gritted his teeth and said, "Give him to me, I will kill him!!!"

The little white tiger huddled tightly in He Ruge's arms, only showing its small head. He looked down at Huang Weat like a king of contempt, roared coldly, and turned his head to look at He Ruge after roaring.

The little white tiger who always had a stinky face softened his expression at this moment, stretched out his little paws, and laid it softly on He Ruge's shoulders, a trace of confusion appeared in those blue eyes, but soon, the little white tiger approached He Ruge heroically. , rubbing He Ruge's mask awkwardly and unskillfully.

He Ruge: "!!!"

This damn, there is nowhere to put the cuteness ahhhhhhhh! ! !

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Before the candy in his mouth was finished, the person in front of him left. For some reason, Xi Guican felt a little lost. When the little white tiger realized the emotion in his heart, he quickly shook his head, letting go of this weak and meaningless emotion. Throw it to the sky.

As a cub, he was determined to let go of these emotions.

For the cubs in the Xinghai Orphanage, their only value in life is to be experimental subjects.Crying will only lead to beatings and scolding, the so-called same person does not have the same fate, nothing more than this.

Xi Guican didn't want to stay in this game for too long. In the time without He Ruge, an overly realistic game would awaken too many bad memories.

He originally wanted to log off, but the sweet taste on the tip of his tongue made Xi Guican hesitate.

This candy...hasn't finished yet.

While waiting for a piece of candy to be eaten, Xi Guican suddenly heard a familiar scream, full of fear and helpless wailing, his body that was lying comfortably in the cotton nest froze, and Xi Guican suddenly stood up .

Cracking his teeth to crush the candy, Xi Guican swallowed it expressionlessly, the louder the wailing in his ears, the colder his blue eyes became, as cold as ice that would not melt.

He could draw the clearest picture just by listening to the sound. The staff in full gear held the mental sea stimulator and put the "tool of torture" on the cub's head.

It is said that the best interstellar people have only developed 20% of their sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, so people from the Federal Research Institute developed a sea of ​​spiritual consciousness stimulator.

An instrument that can stimulate the development of spiritual consciousness.

The greater the intensity of the stimulus, the greater the pain.If the intensity of the stimulus is too small, there will be no change.

And the golden period for the development of a person's spiritual consciousness is his infancy. Most people are unwilling to let their cubs suffer too much pain. There are very few parents who voluntarily participate in the test of new equipment.

In the end, those cubs all died.

Everyone is exploring the mysterious sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, but no one knows how much stimulation is most suitable for cubs.

These data must be obtained through long-term repeated experiments.

Almost no one is willing to let their cubs die. The Spiritual Consciousness Sea Stimulator, which was a sensation at the beginning, finally disappeared into obscurity.

However, when interests are enough to move people's hearts, all laws and conscience can be trampled on.After the Star Wars ended, there were many orphans on Seventeen Stars, the main battlefield, and the experiment that should have been stopped... started again.

The Ice Project is actually to verify a conjecture:

Does despair stimulate the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness more than hope?

Man, how long can you live in a hopeless environment?Xi Guican didn't know, maybe he died in the Ice Project a long time ago, and what is alive now is his distorted soul.

Crying sounds filled my ears, but as long as I closed my eyes, there was no difference between the Xinghai Orphanage and the battlefield.

The same grief is everywhere.

There are desolate bones everywhere, dead spirits all around, hell is empty, and the devil is in the world.

When the iron gate was opened, Xi Guican rushed out, just like he had charged countless times, he rushed towards the enemy with lightning speed, his palm touched the sticky blood, Xi Guican had already chosen My own foothold and shelter in time of war——

He Ruge who is obviously out of the situation.

This is the exclusive lover given to him by the game, and he has no choice but to trust him.

The young man wore a mask, revealing only the transparent black pupils, like the night sky washed by water, it was exceptionally clean, so clean that it was incompatible with all the filth.

When he pounced on the opponent, that person subconsciously opened his arms towards him, and exposed his eyes to him without hesitation.

Why are you so stupid?

Didn't you see he just scratched his colleague's eye?Is this person not afraid of being hurt in the same way?

The open arms gently hugged him, and the tip of his nose smelled a light fragrance. He liked this soft fragrance, not the stinky blood, not the cold iron, and not the stench of slowly rotting in a narrow corner.

This is a scent that reassures him, almost bewitching.Indulging in this smell, the tense nerves gradually relax, and the tingling brain feels the long-lost relief.

Xi Guican closed his eyes, and hooked his four claws on the opponent's clothes so tightly, as if he was afraid that he would be abandoned in the next second.

You... are my exclusive lover.

But what is a lover?

The little white tiger hesitantly put its paws on the man's shoulders, the bloody pads were stained, and bloody plum blossom marks were left on the overalls.

Will you always be nice to me?

Xi Guican raised his head, confusion appeared in his blue eyes, which made him a bit like a lost lamb.So cautiously, holding his breath, he gently rubbed the cold mask with his only trust in the world.

...you will protect me no matter what, right?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Xi Guican: This is not acting like a baby, it is forced by life

Life: I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense