Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 661 - 659: Fox Fox Has Grown Up and Now Hides Things from People

"Unleash your muscles! For the right to choose a mate! We shall never lose to a fox!"

The guy being pushed home by Ansheng, sitting in the wheelchair, had expressions flickering on his face. Eventually, he gritted his teeth, smacked the armrests of the wheelchair, and flew up.

Under Ansheng's stunned gaze, the guy leaped to the ground, and with his arms propelling him rapidly, he ran towards the boys' dormitory.

"Holy crap..."

"I bought you a meal because I saw you were down on your luck, and you're talking about mate selection rights..."

Ansheng watched the scene speechless, looked at the empty wheelchair, and quipped, "Great, now I have to return this thing for him. If you want a girlfriend or whatever, just bring me a roast chicken tonight, it's not like it's impossible to talk about it."

There are quite a few matchmaking services in the wishlist, with handsome and beautiful candidates all included. However, considering the potentially high after-sale costs of such endeavors, Ansheng only helps to set up matches when the conditions completely align together seamlessly.

As for how to bring them together,

Ansheng actually prefers to create memorable encounters by throwing people into metaphorical bags.

Ansheng, pushing the wheelchair into the dorm manager's room and preparing to head home, overheard the guy chatting nonsense on the street. Ansheng felt a bit overwhelmed.

"Brother Bo, I'm so broke at the end of the month. Do you have any cigarettes left? Lend me two packs, I'll return you a whole thin-stick Tianye next month, how about that?" The guy lying on the grass in the boys' dorm took a long sigh and asked.

"Shh... don't bother me, I'm contemplating if I can roll up chicken feathers, light them up, and see if they'll smoke," said Brother Bo, rolling his eyes, retorting to his roommate's absurd notion.

"Borrow, borrow, borrow, I'll lend you nothing. Who has leftover food after the National Day?"

"Can't you see I'm applying for disaster relief funds?"

"Would that thing smoke?" The guy was stunned, glancing subtly at everyone's crotches with a nuanced expression.

"My mind tells me only solanaceous leaves can be rolled? Keratin and whatnot..."

"Scram, scram, scram..." Brother Bo rolled his eyes, too lazy to comment on his foolish roommate's peculiar train of thought.

Afraid that if the discussion continues, that fool would really try an experiment with rolled-up chicken feathers.

"Lucky I live in the girls' dorm..." Ansheng watched for a moment from the bushes, filled with amazement, shaking his head and heading back to the girls' dormitory.

"Ah Qing, I'm back—"

Ansheng took the elevator back to the dorm room door, slipped through the window gap and entered the room.

"Wow—so amazing! It's so white and soft!"

But just as Ansheng entered the dorm, he saw Ah Qing and the others gathered around a washbasin on the balcony, holding their phones to capture something and exclaiming.

"But, Ah Qing, don't you think this thing is a bit abnormally large?" Momo used the camera app's measuring tool to measure the object on the basin, her expression slightly peculiar as she commented to Ah Qing.

"The usual is only two or three centimeters; this thing shows a full nine centimeters with the measuring tool."

"It's normal for southern species to be larger..." Ah Qing pondered and replied to Momo.

"What is it?"

Ansheng curiously climbed from Ah Qing's wide-legged jeans up to her shoulder, widening his eyes at the direction of the washbasin.

The black-chested cockroach lay on the basin, breathing heavily, with its body displaying a milky-white shine, slightly translucent, and it had just shed a black shell beside it.

Cockroaches are arthropods, and all arthropods go through molting stages in their development process.

Just like crabs molting, the exoskeletons of arthropods hinder their development, so they need to shed the obstructive outer layer to start a new cycle.

The black-chested cockroach living on the small tea tree has grown too plump and strong due to overly rich nutrition, leaving no choice but to shed its unfitting exoskeleton.

As the cockroach molts, emerging from the black shell, it appears white and tender, with a slightly pink belly, and its antennae are semi-transparent.

Everyone in the dorm knew about the cockroach neighbor on the balcony.

The two sides have never interfered with each other: the cockroach lived on the balcony's tea tree, never entering the dorm or climbing onto human beds, and it even takes on the job of repelling foreign cockroaches.

In return, the dorm provides food and shelter, forming a non-harming agreement between humans and insects.

While the neighbor molted, Ah Qing and the others rushed over, having never seen such a scene.

The small tea tree stood guard, fearful that a dumb bird might fly over and snatch away its good partner.

When a cockroach molts, both its defense and strength attributes are at their lowest, marking the low point of its cockroach life.

"...You guys are so bored, gathering on the balcony to peep at a cockroach changing clothes."

Ansheng looked at Ah Qing speechless, lifted his snout, and poked her on the head.

"I've never seen it before!" Ah Qing turned her head, nuzzling her neck against the fox, smiling broadly.

"Such a big cockroach, if thrown into the lake as bait, one wonders what size fish could be caught! The fishing guys would be drooling."

Ah Qing stroked the fox, washed her hands, returned to the dorm, took out wet wipes, and wiped the little fox's paws, preparing to peel a couple of tea eggs for him to eat.

"Huh? What's this?"

While grooming the little fox, Ah Qing felt something hard on the fox's buttocks. She reached out, grasped the hard object, and found a piece of small wood.

The wood was smooth, about two centimeters thick, seemed aged, with rings so hard they could be felt.

"Oh! You've been hiding snacks outside!" Ah Qing teased Xiaolan looking down at the little fox.

During winter molting, a fox's fur grows long, and canine fur is typically double-layered, so it's not unusual to occasionally find small snacks stuck in the winter coat.

"That thing's not for you..." Ansheng noticed Ah Qing took out the wood from his fur and turned around, extending his fox claws to snatch the wood back.

This was something Ansheng had snapped off a branch of the Treasure Tree when no one was watching.

Although not much, it should be enough for grinding into powder and sprinkling over tea leaves as a flavor enhancer.

After all... with the upcoming provincial tea competition, Ansheng was diligently preparing his special tea.

If the judges don't award him the grand prize, he'll just add some Spirit Medicine to their cups and make them soar.

"Such a stingy one!"

Watching the little fox, as if guarding a treasure, carry the wood to the balcony and place it in a new flower pot, Ah Qing showed a look of amused frustration.

"The little fox has grown up, even learning to secretly hide things..."

"Holy shit! Ah Qing's Fox Fox is cutting and grafting!" Momo exclaimed, seeing the fox handling the wood near the tea tree, raising her phone to record, hoping to capture the fox in the college of agriculture doing plant experiments.

Ansheng rolled his eyes, not wanting to engage with Momo's overreaction.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not doing any of that. The small tea tree is originally a 'Tulip' tea tree, a cultivated variety, I'm not that idle..."