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

Xi Guican did not log off immediately as usual, he stood in the dark corridor, his blue eyes radiated a cold light, like the fire of hell.

It's so dark in here.

After he turned into a human form, He Ruge no longer slept with him.Without He Ruge, the changed life seems to be the same.

He wants to see He Ruge, whatever is fine, as long as he can meet him, even if it is from a distance, the turbulent negative emotions will fade away like a tide.

The desire in his heart drove Xi Guican to take the first step, he walked faster and faster, and couldn't wait to walk to the end of the corridor.Xi Guican walked to the door of the monitoring room, and pressed his palm against the cold door.

Coming to He Ruge in the middle of the night will scare him.

Slowly retract your hands.

Xi Guican stood in front of the door and held his breath, the tiger ears trembled slightly, he stuck the tiger ears on the door, poured energy into the tiger ears, and listened intently, but he didn't hear He Ruge's heartbeat.

He remembers He Ruge's heartbeat, bang bang bang, unhurried, fresh and powerful, he also remembers He Ruge's breathing, long and long like the spring wind, he also remembers He Ruge's footsteps, a little procrastinated The sound was lazy, like He Ruge slowly walked into his heart, settled down, and never moved again.

But now there is nothing, the monitoring room is just an empty room, so empty that He Ruge can't keep any sound.

where are you?

Didn't you promise me?Before you leave next time, you will definitely tell me.

It would be great if all this is not a game, so that he can stay by He Ruge's side anytime and anywhere, like a giant dragon entrenched on his treasure, even in the cold and dark dragon cave, he can live contentedly every day.He is willing to spend all his time kissing He Ruge, like a miser counting his money day after day.

Xi Guican quit the game and was alone in a daze in the silent night.In the empty room, there seemed to be countless ghosts lurking in the darkness. He turned on all the lights, but he still felt that the room was not bright enough.

There is a bag of newly bought fruit candies on hand, all of which have a sweet strawberry flavor.Xi Guican sat on the lid of the game cabin, for a moment he thought he was sitting on a long coffin, buried with the dead from the past.

He put a candy in his mouth, his face showed no emotion, his teeth cracked and bit the candy to pieces.A little bit of sweetness permeates the mouth, and after tasting the sweetest things in the world, the pleasure these candies can provide is minimal.

Sure enough, only ignorant and weak children can be easily coaxed by a piece of candy.Adults have seen many things sweeter than sugar, and their appetites have been fed little by little.So meeting He Ruge was both his luck and his misfortune.

Xi Guican poured more than a dozen pieces of candy into his mouth, and chewed expressionlessly. Amid the artificial sweetness, he closed his eyes. Too much sweetness would cause pain, similar to eating spicy food. feel.His buttocks are a little numb after sitting on the hard game cabin for a long time. Maybe the drug-hunting mouse Mao Zhengyong we met for the last time tonight, Xi Guican suddenly thought of the drug-seeking mouse Mao Zixie who is now in charge of his illness.

That courageous drug-seeking mouse would often tell him some health tips in trembling voices.For example, "nine out of ten men have hemorrhoids", tell him not to sit often during his recuperation period, but to go out and walk more. In case he really gets hemorrhoids, don't hide his disease from the doctor, because this drug-hunting rat knows the master of hemorrhoids.

Xi Guican has never discovered one thing before, and that is that Mao Zixie actually has a three-point similarity with Mao Zhengyong.Mao Zixie always shrinks when he sees him, while Mao Zhengyong is calm and unhurried. The temperament between the two is very different. Mao Zixie's appearance that can't be on the stage is not worthy of carrying Mao Zhengyong's shoes.

But when Xi Guican ignored the difference in temperament between the two, he really found that Mao Zhengyong and Mao Zixie were very similar.

And they are all surnamed Mao.

The surname Mao is not a common surname among the drug-seeking rats.

Xi Guican called Mao Zixie late at night, and the big squirrel that was sleeping soundly under the quilt was woken up by "Xi Guican's exclusive ringtone". He whispered: "Major General Xi, are you feeling unwell now? If it's convenient for you, I'll come right now."

In the video call, the drug-seeking mouse whose face was full of flattery, may not only be three points similar to Mao Zhengyong, but if you only look at the facial features, it can already reach six points similarity.Temperament really has a huge impact on appearance.

Xi Guican's long silence made Mao Zixie afraid to vent his anger. When he was almost out of breath, he suddenly heard the man in front of him who looked like an emperor coldly giving orders: "Tell me everything you know about Mao Zhengyong." I."

Mao Zixie: "...Huh?"

Mao Zixie scratched his head and said with a sneer, "Why did you suddenly ask my grandfather? But you are asking the right person. I am sure no one else understands this matter."

The word "grandfather" stirred up waves in Xi Guican's heart, but even though his heart was full of huge waves, his surface was still calm.

"My grandfather is the pride of our Mao family!" Mentioning Mao Zhengyong, the frown in Mao Zixie's eyebrows and eyes suddenly dissipated a lot. He puffed up his small chest and saw Xi Guican's iceberg, like a punctured balloon He frowned and said, "Major General Xi, do you know about the 'Anlajos Medical Award'? This is the greatest honor in our medical profession, and my grandfather was the winner of the Anlajos Medical Award 17 years ago!"

Xi Guican did not speak.

"My grandfather has made great contributions to the field of spiritual consciousness research. Everyone says he is a genius, because no one has such a deep understanding of these fields!" Mao Zixie's eyes were full of admiration.

"It is because of my grandfather that I chose to study the field of spiritual consciousness, but I am relatively stupid." He became depressed again, "There are many things I can't understand, and all the concepts in the field of spiritual consciousness are illusory Yes, and there is no chance to practice. I think my grandfather is really amazing, how did he come up with so many things out of thin air? I definitely can’t do it in my place.”

When talking about his grandfather, Mao Zixie relaxed a lot, and even addressed Xi Guican unconsciously from "you" to "you".

"Speaking of which, Major General Xi, you are a sweet potato in our eyes." Mao Zixie looked at Xi Guican, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Because your disease is very rare, you can't find it, and everyone is rushing to be your doctor." Your attending physician. Did you know that you are the second person to suffer from this disease in the history of the universe! The first one was a patient my grandfather met 17 years ago, it is said that it was a small patient..."

Pupils shrank suddenly, Mao Zixie was still talking, but Xi Guican's memory suddenly returned to many years ago, when he came out of the brainwashing room and was sent to the infirmary, Mao Zhengyong gave him the diagnosis result It seems to be—

Whirlpool mental space phagocytosis!

This memory is blurry, because at that time he was controlled by the monster in his body, and all the memories handled by the monster added a nightmare-like false and crazy color.

As a result, he entered the infirmary many years later, and when he heard the name of the disease, he did not recall the past experience at all.

"...It is said that a young patient suffered from whirlpool mental space-eating syndrome, and he was the first patient in the whole interstellar world. Grandpa used his own method to heal his spiritual consciousness sea, but that method has great flaws. After receiving a certain stimulus after adulthood, the disease will relapse, and there is almost no cure. Grandpa wrote in his notes that if that day really happened, even if he tried his best to save him, he would not be able to recover from the hand of death. Get that life back."

"Where are the notes?!" Xi Guican's sudden increase in voice startled Mao Zixie.The drug-seeking mouse was in a mess again, and he glanced at Xi Guican cautiously, "...the pen and notes are with me, but this note is incomplete, half of it was torn off and taken away. The other half was taken away." They should be more important things, because the first half of the notes in my hand are actually more like a diary."

"Who took it away?!" Xi Guican faintly felt that he had grasped a very important thing. The truth of many years ago seemed to be right in front of him, and a corner of the thick fog was illuminated by a beam of light.

"I really don't know this. My dad didn't tell me." Mao Zixie said sincerely.

"I want to see your father." Even if the other party's mouth is a clam shell, Xi Guican will knock him open.

Mao Zixie, who always answered questions, suddenly dimmed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "My father committed suicide last year."

"He said that my grandfather made a mistake and asked the Mao family to pay it back. My dad is very superstitious. He always thinks that the father should pay the debt. If the son doesn't pay back, the grandson will have to pay it back. Generation after generation, everyone will Bear the guilt. My dad has treated patients for many years without compensation, and he went to the poorest areas in the poorest galaxy. Last year he was going to be 60 years old. Pa said he shouldn't have lived so long."

"So he chose to kill himself."

"Actually, I have always wondered what mistakes my grandpa made. In my eyes, my grandpa is my hero. My dad said that when I was five years old, I had a problem with my mental consciousness and became a vegetable. I Grandpa was not doing research on the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, because of my illness, he changed the field he had studied for half his life, and it involved the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness that no one had studied much at that time."

"I have been in a coma for ten years. My dad thought I would never wake up in this life. Later, my grandfather came back like a hero. He cured me, and sorted out his research for many years and handed it over to the research institute. , and went on to receive the highest honor."

His name is Mao Zhengyong.He's a drug rat.

His grandson got an incurable disease when he was five years old, so he gave up the field that he had studied so hard for the first half of his life, and chose the field of spiritual consciousness that was not favored by others.For some unknown reason, he went to the Xinghai Orphanage and participated in human experiments that were banned by the Federation.I don't know what happened, he became a spy of the Federation lurking in the Star Thief.

This 80-[-]-year-old man has done good deeds for most of his life in the first half of his life.He is not ashamed of the sky, he is not ashamed of the earth, and he is not ashamed of his heart.

The first Star Wars lasted ten years, ten years later in the triumphant division, the old Mao Zhengyong returned.He rescued his grandson, and he won the Annaljos Medical Award.

Then, at the most glorious moment in his life, he chose to commit suicide.He didn't even make it to the afternoon awards show, he died.Died outside the noisy crowd, his will is to donate all the organs that can be used in his body.

What's even more absurd is that he hoped that his body would be thrown onto Star Wars and eaten by Zerg after his death.If it can't be realized, feed it to pigs and dogs, just ask for a little, don't let him die in peace.

Perhaps at the last moment before death, when the turbid eyes were closed, two lines of old tears fell into the gray temples.

He...has never been ashamed of himself.

In the end, however, he had a guilty conscience.

Seven years after the first Star Wars, his grandson was considered a genius in the medical field, and it took seven years to reach a height that ordinary people could not achieve in this lifetime.Yes, his grandson inherited his mantle and became the youngest and most authoritative researcher in the field of spiritual consciousness research. Even if some people secretly think that he left many precious materials to his grandson, this still cannot be done. Wipe out the brilliance of a genius.

The 32-year-old Mao Zixie, although he always looks submissive in front of Xi Guican, is actually extremely respected, otherwise he would not be able to become Xi Guican's attending physician.

Xi Guican stared at Mao Zixie in a daze, and he seemed to see Mao Zhengyong when he was young. Although he had never seen Mao Zhengyong when he was young, he felt that Mao Zhengyong should be the more calm and peaceful Mao Zixie.

It turned out that the Mao family was involved in his illness from the beginning to the end.

Like the silent atonement of a dead soul.

"...give me the notes."

Mao Zixie sent the notebook over overnight, repeatedly told Xi Guican not to destroy the notebook, and then reluctantly left.

The paper using the special interstellar preservation method, even after more than ten years, the paper is still brand new, as if the owner of the note is still alive and just wrote the note——

"Xiao Xie is sick, he is still so young, he hasn't seen this beautiful world much. As a grandfather, I must cure him."

The medical notes are interspersed with snippets of daily trifles.

"The environment here is very bad, I don't want to stay here."

"I have met many children who are as miserable as Xiaoxie."

"This child is suffering from an unheard of disease. I am going to name this disease 'swirling mental emptying disease', because his spiritual consciousness is riddled with holes, and the two forces are constantly fighting, just like a strong wind blowing towards the The surface of the sea, the whirlpool."

"His animal shape is so cute. I wanted to make milk tea for him, but he wouldn't drink it."

"I barely cured his illness, but this treatment method has many flaws, as long as..."

……

The rest of the notes were torn out.

It came to an abrupt end, with those unspoken secrets.

Xi Guican looked at the notebook that had been torn in two, and looked at it motionlessly, almost sitting like a statue.

After a long time, he sneered.

However, the eye sockets of the blue eyes are slightly red, like a child who has been wronged but has nowhere to confide in.

His hand gripped the paper so hard that it almost tore the fragile paper.A drop of tears fell, blurring the words of a sentence——

"That child is even more pitiful than Xiaoxie. Because he has never seen the beauty of this world."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Xi Guican: I don't need any hemorrhoid master

He Ruge: I need a root-cutting expert