Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Omega, Their Knees Bent Chapter 65.1

Chapter 65: The Organization part 1

He Yunzhou heard the underlying meaning in his words but didn’t refute him, silently continuing to pet the little fox.

The fox’s fur was very soft and fluffy.

It felt incredibly good to the touch.

The newly grown tail felt even better.

Lou Ting had originally been waiting to see He Yunzhou’s reaction, but this guy seemed addicted to petting him. Without saying a word, he had already stroked off several strands of fur.

The fennec fox twitched his ears, raising a paw to press down on his hand. “Awoo.” Stop petting!

“Isn’t a little fox meant to be petted?” Although he said this, He Yunzhou didn’t make another move. He picked the little fox up, sat back in his chair, and ordered takeout.

Lou Ting didn’t want to go out, so they just looked for a well-reviewed restaurant nearby. Eating in the office was just as fine.

He Yunzhou adjusted the phone screen to an angle where Lou Ting could see it and said, “See anything you like?”

“Awoo.” Lou Ting hadn’t had much of an appetite for the past few days. He looked at the dazzling array of dishes on the screen. The pictures all looked tempting, but he just didn’t want to eat.

The little fox swished his tail, listlessly picking a few dishes before turning his head to lean against He Yunzhou’s chest, closing his eyes to sleep.

He Yunzhou held the little fox with one arm, rubbing his thumb against the fox’s ear. He added a few more dishes to the cart and placed the order.

When he looked down again, the little fox was almost asleep. He pulled a small blanket over and covered him, asking, “Have you been very tired lately?”

The little fox kept his eyes closed and let out a short, breathy sound. “Ying.”

It sounded weak and feeble.

He Yunzhou gathered the little fox closer into his embrace, feeling that Lou Ting’s current condition was somewhat like the precursor to an Omega’s heat.

The previous heat was only handled with a temporary mark. According to the official timeline, a temporary mark usually lasted anywhere from a week to a month. The exact duration varied from person to person. Because there were many unexpected factors in such matters, the answer under the same conditions might not apply to everyone, so doctors only gave a broad range.

Lou Ting’s mental power was damaged, making this matter even more unpredictable.

Pressing his thumb against the back of the little fox’s neck, he recalled giving him a temporary mark last time. Logically, it should have been able to last a bit longer.

But Lou Ting’s current condition was clearly not right.

Pulling open a drawer and looking at the light red velvet box inside, He Yunzhou’s eyes darkened.

He picked up the box and gently placed it on top of the little fox’s head. It rested right between his two ears, positioned perfectly and steadily.

The little fox remained completely unaware.

He Yunzhou secretly snapped several photos.

When it was time to eat, Lou Ting didn’t revert to his human form. Instead, he continued to lie in his little nest in his fox form.

It was made of a round, plush cushion, exceptionally soft to lie on.

Since someone was feeding him, he didn’t even need to sit up.

He Yunzhou cut the food into small pieces, feeding him chopstick by chopstick.

The little fox only had to open his mouth, and the table full of delicacies practically delivered themselves to him.

He Yunzhou wiped away the sauce from the corner of his mouth and asked, “Do you still want to eat that?”

“Awoo.” Crayfish.

He Yunzhou had selected many spicy dishes; when one had no appetite, eating more spicy food could stimulate the appetite.

In the interstellar era, every crayfish was as big as a palm, full of roe, and incredibly fresh.

Stir-fried with spicy seasonings, the fragrant aroma wafted out the moment the lid was lifted.

The little fox’s nose twitched, and in the next moment, peeled crayfish meat was brought to his lips.

He opened his mouth and bit down directly.

Numbing, spicy, fresh, and aromatic, with a hint of sweetness and just the right amount of saltiness.

Delicious.

He Yunzhou asked, “Is it good?”

Lou Ting replied reservedly, “It’s alright.”

Looking at the two tails swaying back and forth behind the little fox so fast they almost became a blur, He Yunzhou raised a hand to conceal the smile at the corner of his mouth and continued peeling crayfish for him.

Lou Ting noticed his strange expression, and those eyes kept drifting behind him.

With a bewildered face, the little fox quietly glanced back and saw those two tails wagging like windmills.

Lou Ting: “…”

When He Yunzhou looked up again, the little fox’s tails were limply spread out on the table, completely motionless.

It was a stark contrast to their active state just a moment ago.

Looking closer at the little fox, his ears were practically plastered to his head.

He Yunzhou tactfully didn’t mention this, pretending he knew nothing as he dipped a peeled crayfish into the sauce and fed it to him, “Ah—”

The little fox opened his mouth wide: “Awoo—”

A large plate of crayfish—He Yunzhou peeled, and the little fox ate.

This meal kept them busy for a good two hours.

The crayfish had a lot of meat, and it was chewy and flavorful. Unknowingly, he ended up eating a lot.

The little fox licked the corners of his mouth and curled up in his little nest again.

“Going to sleep right after eating?” He Yunzhou picked up the whole nest with the little fox inside and walked toward the lounge. He poked his little belly; he had eaten quite a bit this time, at least much more than he used to.

“Awoo.”

The little fox grunted and ignored him.

Helpless, He Yunzhou scooped the little fox out of the nest and lay on his side, holding him as they slept.

He had been busy with work these past few days and hadn’t rested well. Plus, he had been so angry in the office earlier that his head ached. Now, taking this opportunity to rest with the little fox could also be considered a way to relax.

For the final public performance, each trainee was to independently choose their stage track.

Fang Huandong’s original intention was to let them choose the direction they were best at without imposing definitions, making it easier for them.

But Lou Ting was troubled. What was an all-around contestant supposed to do?

If he did it like the first episode, he could handle it well, but it wouldn’t have any stunning highlights.

Lou Ting felt that in a competition, some stages only needed to appear once. Showing off too much would cause aesthetic fatigue for the audience.

Even if you sing well, over time, the audience won’t buy it.

“Haven’t you chosen your stage track yet?” Liang Caijin sat in a swivel chair, holding a few recently popular songs he wanted to share with Lou Ting. “I have a few good ones here with copyrights, interested in taking a look?”

He Yunzhou was incredibly busy recently. Even if he wanted to come over and take care of Lou Ting, he couldn’t spare the time.

As an artist under the same company, and the only other artist from the company besides Lou Ting participating in this program, the heavy responsibility of taking care of Lou Ting fell on Liang Caijin’s shoulders.

No one asked him to, nor did anyone instruct him, but as a veteran in the circle, it was the kind of astuteness he ought to have.

Taking the USB drive and documents, Lou Ting said, “Thanks.” He knew very little about interstellar songs. The reason he hadn’t gone looking was that the interstellar era valued copyrights highly. His popularity was booming right now; if he made any mistakes in this regard, it would be an irreversible error.

Furthermore, sometimes a copyright didn’t just belong to one person; everyone involved in the production could get a cut. This would lead to a very awkward situation when purchasing copyrights. Lou Ting didn’t want to dawdle, so he simply didn’t look.

Liang Caijin compiling this set really solved his urgent problem.

“It’s nothing,” Liang Caijin said. “If you need anything else, you can come to me anytime.”

Lou Ting replied, “Mn.”

Having delivered the items, which Lou Ting also accepted, it stood to reason that it was time to get up and leave.

But Liang Caijin hesitated, wringing his hands as if struggling with something.

Lou Ting raised an eyebrow. It seemed there was something else. He set the song materials aside and asked him, “Is there anything else?”

Liang Caijin asked, “Has your former manager contacted you recently?”

Former manager?

Zuo Anran?