All the Furries in the Academy Want to Pet Me chapter 23

Chapter 23

Yan He’s pupils shrank: “……”

He screamed internally: What kind of wicked stuff does this Big Bird Bro watch in his spare time?!

He had just worked so hard and plucked so many feathers!

Yan He angrily tossed the feathers onto the sofa, not wanting to deal with Yun Xiao. Beside him, Big Bird Bro was shrieking relentlessly—oh no, tweeting—sounding as if he had suddenly genetically mutated into a screaming beagle.

Pan Ze scooted over: “Yun Shao, actually my strength is also… Ahhh, I was wrong! Don’t peck me!”

Pan Ze scrambled away with his head in his hands, chased by a stout, free-range chicken in a fit of rage.

Shen Xianqing said to Yan He, “Yan He, you should know that the thought process after bestial transformation is different from when one is human.”

Yan He remained silent. He certainly couldn’t empathize!

But what could he do? One had to bow their head under the eaves.

Thinking that his cheap dad treated him decently enough, Yan He decided to suck it up.

Once Yun Xiao fully sobered up and turned back into a human, he would definitely make the big boss pay him extra. Otherwise, he’d fire Yun Xiao and defect completely to He Ting.

Yan He curled his lip and said, “Got it.”

It was just plucking feathers, right? Anyway, when he turned back into a human, the bald one wouldn’t be him.

A bald chicken would only make people laugh.

Shen Xianqing wore a meaningful smile, stroking his chin as he looked at the bird feathers covering the floor. He arranged for Yan He: “Then, come over at this time for the next few days to pluck Yun Xiao’s feathers.”

Yan He didn’t speak, casting his gaze toward He Ting instead.

He Ting nodded in agreement.

Shen Xianqing felt instantly surprised. Taking advantage of the moment Yan He bent down to pick up the feathers, he leaned close to He Ting and asked, “Why does he only listen to you?”

Aren’t lackeys supposed to be shared resources?

Take Pan Ze, for example. Although he followed Shen, if the others in the F4 asked Pan Ze to do something, he’d do it immediately, sharper than anyone.

Look at Yun Xiao—he had fully transformed due to an incident, and Pan Ze was busy running errands, applying for the anti-transformation shot at the school hospital without hesitation.

Was Yan He somehow special?

He Ting’s tone was concise: “Outstanding ability.”

The ability of money.

Shen Xianqing pondered this for a moment, then suddenly smiled in realization.

“It’s estimated that Yun Xiao will have difficulty returning to human form for a while. We’ll respect his habits and prepare a bird’s nest for him to live in first.”

Yan He finished tidying up and saw that Big Bird Bro was already squatting on the sofa, looking high-spirited and arrogant.

Yan He couldn’t help but ask, “I remember birds have straight intestines. Will he lose control and poop everywhere?”

If only Yun Xiao had been constipated before; that would have been a blessing in disguise.

This peculiar angle of thought silenced both He Ting and Shen Xianqing, who couldn’t help but cast their gazes toward the big bird.

Yun Xiao had transformed frequently in the past, but he could usually turn back into human form in time, so pooping indiscriminately had never really happened.

But now… well, uh…

He Ting also felt a headache coming on. He was a clean freak and was genuinely afraid Yun Xiao would lose control and turn the lounge area into a public toilet in the future. He could only amend his plan: “I’ll arrange for someone to watch out for that. I’m going to the Academy High-Level Meeting Hall.”

He needed to see if people from the zoo down the mountain had really arrived.

Yan He was tired too and planned to make a graceful exit.

The two left the lounge area together. Pan Ze, out of habit, had gone to get the car, so they stood under the eaves to avoid the scorching sun.

“Fingers hurt?” He Ting lowered his gaze, assessing Yan He’s hand, which he was secretly massaging.

Yan He lifted his palm, revealing skin red from the friction of the feathers. “It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but my fingers are incredibly sore.”

“What kind of weird condition is this? Forcefully plucking destroys the hair follicles. Later on, he’ll really end up like Pan Ze, wearing a wig every day!”

The book bragged about the F4 being unparalleled in heaven and earth, each with top-tier character settings, yet they couldn’t come up with a single serious solution.

Pan Ze, who had just pulled the car up, happened to hear this sentence: “?”

Yan He was attacking him personally again!

Yan He couldn’t help but mutter, “Can’t we scald him with hot water before plucking?”

He Ting stared at Yan He’s reddened palm. His fingers were long, and with the flush of red against his pale skin, they looked remarkably holdable.

A thought involuntarily sprang up in He Ting’s mind—

With Yan He’s quality, he’d sell for at least tens of thousands in a kennel outside.

And he never lacked money.

He Ting suppressed the hand he had subconsciously started to lift. “Sure.”

Yan He looked at He Ting’s profile in surprise. Really?

He Ting looked at him and said, “If he won’t wash, I’ll dunk the bird in the bath.”

Look at that! No wonder he’s the head of the F4. That is the charisma of Boss Number Two. The scales in Yan He’s heart couldn’t help but tip uncontrollably toward He Ting.

Generous with money, speaks little but pleasantly, and doesn’t dither. An absolute peerless good boss!

Yan He couldn’t help but become more chatty: “He Shao, aside from plucking feathers, is there no other way to restore his humanity? This is too perverted.”

Is there any difference between this and self-harm?

He Ting took Yan He into Pan Ze’s car and said calmly, “Plucking is just a guess that seems feasible.”

Hearing this, Yan He felt that it was amazing the F4 could stay friends. They actually used unscientific methods on each other; truly impressive.

He Ting stared at Yan He with his golden eyes. “Maybe because it’s you. Something else might work too?”

Yan He was surprised internally, but quickly understood. Humans turning into beasts wasn’t common to begin with, so it was normal that all sorts of methods were being explored.

Plucking feathers was to stimulate the senses. Brushing feathers should also comfortably stimulate the senses, right? Yan He thought about how cats and dogs loved being groomed.

Yan He truly felt that plucking by hand was too sore, so he couldn’t help but open the PDD app, search around, and secretly spend $9.99 on a large, cheap bird brush.

It shipped from nearby, so it should arrive very quickly.

Pan Ze dutifully drove Yan He to the foot of the Specially-enrolled Student Apartment building, then drove He Ting to the Academy High-Level Meeting Hall.

Yan He carried a large bag of bird feathers back to the dorm. He thought Bai Yuzhou wouldn’t be there, but unexpectedly, he was standing in front of the sink, hands bracing the counter, his hair drenched in cold water, looking somewhat bedraggled.

Bai Yuzhou’s gaze immediately landed on the bag in Yan He’s hand, smelling the scent of the golden eagle.

Bai Yuzhou pursed his lips slightly, his heart churning. Had the high and mighty Yun Shao already given his feathers to Yan He?

In Bestia Academy, because every student could transform and over ninety percent were furry beasts, giving feathers or fur was an ambiguous and intimate act.

Didn’t he say… he was just a lackey? What young master gives their lackey feathers, and a whole bag at that?

Yan He noticed Bai Yuzhou’s gaze and asked, “Are you okay?”

Yun Xiao hadn’t been very lucid lately, so he probably didn’t have time to mess with Bai Yuzhou. As expected of the God of Plot, it gave the protagonist shou time to develop.

Bai Yuzhou lowered his complex eyes and said, “I’m fine. I’ve joined the Specially-Enrolled Student Association. Those rich kids have some scruples now and don’t dare bully me openly.”

Unlike other noble academy stories, in Bestia Academy, not all rich kids were high and mighty while specially-enrolled students were dirt beneath their feet.

Specially-enrolled students who could transform into fierce beasts could also carve out a place for themselves and have some say.

Yan He remembered Wu Saiqi, the president of the Specially-Enrolled Student Association he saw at the Third Auditorium last time. So the protagonist shou had sought refuge with President Wu and gained temporary protection.

After thinking it over, Bai Yuzhou asked, “Yan He, you and I are both specially-enrolled students. Do you… want to join the Association too? It has benefits for us.”

Yan He didn’t want to reject Bai Yuzhou directly and seem like he had low EQ, so he just asked, “What are the requirements?”

Bai Yuzhou considered, “To become a member, you need to pay a monthly fee of 1888 yuan, and your beast form must not be weak.”

Before coming to the academy, his grandmother gave him a small amount of living expenses, and he had saved some money quietly while underage. But combining them to cover the fees was very difficult, especially since the cost of living at Bestia Academy was not low. He could only take it one step at a time.

Because joining the association required a fee, it temporarily exceeded Bai Yuzhou’s budget. He could barely afford Cafeteria No. 1 anymore—after all, that was a place where six handmade soup dumplings sold for 68 yuan.

Bai Yuzhou planned that, if Yan He agreed, they could cook in the dorms themselves, which would save a lot of money.

Yan He spread his hands. “Then I can’t meet the second requirement.”

And… Yan He felt this association sounded weird. Monthly fees?

He might as well join Xu Xingchuan’s Beast God Cult. Presumably, joining a cult wouldn’t cost money, since rich kids didn’t lack those funds and wouldn’t want to be laughed at.

Yan He felt suspicious—was Bai Yuzhou getting scammed?

Just like when he first graduated, an agency asked for money to help find a job, and in the end, he was cheated out of several hundred yuan.

Although Bai Yuzhou was the protagonist shou, he was still young and hadn’t experienced the brutal beatings of society.

But since Yan He didn’t know the actual situation of this association, he couldn’t rashly slander it, so he didn’t mention it.

Bai Yuzhou watched Yan He place the bag of bird feathers in the corner of the desk, his throat bobbing, unsure of what to say.

Was it really because he couldn’t meet the second requirement, or because the protection of the F4 was a better choice?

Bai Yuzhou looked at the back of Yan He’s head and smiled silently.

People strive to move up just as water flows down; there was nothing wrong with that behavior. It was just that he felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart, as if with every step, the gap between them was widening. Even under the same roof, they were drifting further apart.

And he didn’t even have a way to close that distance.

After Yun Xiao fully transformed into a big bird and couldn’t turn back into a human for the time being, he became incredibly arrogant, constantly sending WeChat messages to Yan He on a tablet.

All sorts of commas, periods, exclamation marks, and stickers.

Regardless of whether they had any actual meaning, the main point was the quantity—he was frantically spamming for attention.

After reaching the limit of his tolerance, Yan He set Yun Xiao to “Do Not Disturb.”

Pan Ze also sent threatening messages, warning Yan He not to go fawn over Yun Xiao when he went to offer his own diligence.

Yan He was happy to oblige. He planned to go back to plucking the big bird’s feathers tomorrow. Tonight, he was preparing to go to the Driving School Department to practice Subject Two.

There were very few night classes at Bestia Academy. Except for the bustling nightlife in the central area, the outskirts were quiet. Occasionally, the eerie cries of unknown beasts could be heard from the mountain forests.

Yan He looked around at the scarce number of schoolmates. Seeing a bat hanging under a distant streetlight staring at him, he secretly regretted it.

Why did he sign up for night classes just to save money? He was a small tycoon now.

Originally, he planned to change it once he got money, but the Driving School Department said it was already entered into the system and couldn’t be changed for now, so he had to keep learning.

Yan He could only bite the bullet and go. Since the driving school dared to open night classes, surely they wouldn’t let anything happen to the students. He should just be bold and learn.

However, for safety’s sake, Yan He decided to follow the main academy road toward the driving school area in the back mountain. The main road offered higher security.

Due to the academy’s initial planning characteristics, walking the main road meant inevitably passing the academy’s core landmark—the Statue of the Beast God.

Yan He wasn’t surprised as he walked by. A giant sculpture of the Beast God stood in the center of the plaza, surrounded by bouquets of flowers.

The greenery in the noble academy was always well-maintained, ensuring fresh flowers bloomed before the Beast God statue 24 hours a day.

Yan He saw a figure kneeling piously before the statue, the posture standard, like a devout believer.

A moment later, he saw the person kneel up straight, lift a pair of incredibly beautiful hands, and gently cup the Beast God’s foot.

Yan He watched for a few seconds, guessing this might be a student cramming for a big exam. When he was in college, he also loved to worship statues of Confucius or Hua Luogeng before finals, hoping for a buff.

Then, Yan He watched as the figure tilted their head slightly back and kissed the stone foot of the statue with devotion.

Although it was a stone statue and not a real person’s sweaty foot, but still…

Yan He was so shocked he blurted out, “Holy crap!”

So perverted?

Yan He’s voice wasn’t actually loud. Ordinary people probably wouldn’t have heard it, but no one here was ordinary except him.

The figure snapped their head around at the sound, their gaze instantly locking onto Yan He.

Having been caught in the act, Yan He could only awkwardly raise his hand to wave. “Hi…”

The person showed no awkwardness at being discovered by an outsider. They slowly stood up on the high platform beneath the Beast God statue, looking down at Yan He like a messenger of the gods, smiling.

“Did you see?”

Yan He immediately wanted to say he didn’t see anything, that he was blind and had poor night vision, so please don’t kill him to silence the witness.

Yan He hadn’t actually seen the person’s face clearly either. Before he could speak, he heard the other party ask again in a gentle voice like a spring breeze: “This is the will of heaven. So, are you interested in joining the Beast God Cult?”

As he spoke, he took out a copy of the Beast God Cult doctrine from his pocket.

Yan He’s brain buzzed. He was a staunch atheist! He respected religions but never believed in them, let alone this unreliable-sounding Beast God Cult.

After all, he wasn’t even a beast; he was a human! Believing in this stuff would be betraying the human race! If there was a Human Cult, he might consider believing, but there was a prerequisite—

Seeing that the guy was about to preach to him, Yan He hurriedly asked, “If I believe in this cult, can I get a basket of eggs?”

The person paused and didn’t speak.

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