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Chapter 24: The Drunken Little Rabbit part 1
Elvis’s eyes instantly softened, and the corners of his lips curved in a nearly imperceptible smile.
The surrounding students finally snapped out of their stupor amidst the male student’s groans. At this moment, none of them felt even a shred of envy for the student the little rabbit had latched onto.
It was simply too pathetic.
As a student from one of the Top Ten Military Academies, being bullied in public by a cute pet rabbit—where was he supposed to hide his face?
The students thought to themselves: As expected of the little rabbit raised by Prince Elvis.
When the rabbit attempted to slam the Zangfeng Academy student for the third time, the shocked victim finally regained his senses.
Once or twice was one thing, but a third time was unacceptable.
He immediately activated his ability, intending to use an offensive move to force the rabbit to let go.
However, just as a surge of Source energy rose within him, a spatial ability descended directly upon him. An overwhelming pressure flooded the air, pinning his limbs and rendering him immobile.
Following the Source fluctuation, everyone turned their eyes toward Elvis.
Someone in the crowd whispered, “You can’t bully Prince Elvis’s little darling.”
With Elvis aiding and abetting the “crime,” Yun Yingzhi slammed the male student two more times.
After four consecutive high-intensity slams, Yun Yingzhi felt dizzy and lightheaded. His tiny body swayed unsteadily; no matter how you looked at it, he was just a disreputable little pet rabbit.
Someone in the crowd noted, “I saw Prince Elvis feeding it wine earlier. It must be drunk.”
The Zangfeng Academy student’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
A group of Zangfeng students stepped forward to shield their fallen comrade. They cast hostile glares at the Fanse Academy students. They didn’t dare glare at Elvis, so they could only take it out on the other students.
Regardless of the circumstances, if a student from their academy was bullied by someone from another school, their collective honor would suffer.
Elvis walked toward the little rabbit.
Sensing Elvis’s approach, the rabbit instinctively wanted to flee. However, Elvis’s spatial ability bound the rabbit, leaving it unable to move.
Elvis scooped the little rabbit directly into his arms.
The rabbit’s grumpy little face had been facing the crowd, but at this moment, he conscientiously buried his face in Elvis’s chest, his ears twitching incessantly.
Sleepy, so sleepy, and tired… but at the same time, he subtly couldn’t fall asleep.
Wait, who was this person holding him again?
The little rabbit rubbed his face against Elvis, but it didn’t wake him up. His brain was still a mess of paste.
Elvis gently stroked the rabbit. After a pause, he said, “He is so small. What fault could he possibly have?”
The Zangfeng student who had just been quadruple-slammed: “…”
The crowd: “…”
They all understood.
Elvis’s words meant that it wasn’t the rabbit’s fault for slamming someone.
He was just a cute little rabbit, so tiny and frail; what could he possibly do wrong?
Everyone watched with very complex expressions as the serious-faced Elvis—radiating a cold aura and being completely, irrationally protective—defended his “pet.”
“As for compensation, you can contact my secretary,” Elvis added. With that, he turned and left, carrying the rabbit.
The crowd: “…”
Staff members immediately stepped forward to quickly clear away the mess created by the rabbit.
Even though such an unpleasant incident had occurred, it failed to dampen the students’ enthusiasm for the mixer. Soon, as the young men and women searched for people they liked, they occasionally shifted the conversation back to Prince Elvis’s little pet.
“That rabbit is so precious. I wonder what breed it is? Can a little rabbit really be that strong?”
“That guy from Zangfeng Academy said it wasn’t a rabbit—that it was Yun Yingzhi.”
“I’m Yun Yingzhi’s classmate, and I can guarantee that that little battle-rabbit couldn’t possibly be our Yingzhi. Our Yingzhi is truly very frail!”
Aside from this student, a large group of Fanse Academy students solemnly swore that Yun Yingzhi couldn’t possibly possess the combat power displayed by that rabbit.
In the crowd, another student asked in confusion, “Where is your academy’s school beauty? Where did he go?”
“No, he just got here and you guys scared him. He probably got scared off by the Eiffel Academy students.”
“Come to think of it, the Prince’s rabbit looks a lot like the little battle-rabbit from the Yaoming Battle Arena!”
Someone else added, “The way it attacks seems exactly the same too.”
The entire venue suddenly fell silent. After a moment, a student looked at the Fanse Academy group and asked, “Is that little pet really not your school beauty?”
A Fanse student replied, “…Probably not? Look, the Prince’s rabbit is a little pervert—always acting spoiled, nuzzling, and rubbing against him. It couldn’t possibly be our beauty… right?” By the end, even he sounded unsure.
Strangely, the venue lapsed into a bizarre silence once more.
Many people’s gazes involuntarily shifted toward the direction where the rabbit had disappeared.
Where did the Prince take the little rabbit?
Elvis took the rabbit directly to the VIP lounge on the top floor.
Once inside the lounge, the rabbit, who had been huddled in his arms, began to stir restlessly again.
The little rabbit tilted up his fluffy face, tentatively looking at Elvis. He could only see the Prince’s chin.
The rabbit moved his tiny body again.
Elvis sat on the sofa with the rabbit in his arms.
The little rabbit blinked his large, dark eyes. The only thought in his muddled brain was that the person in front of him was different from the one before—this one was particularly dangerous, with combat power comparable to a prehistoric beast. He couldn’t afford to be ungrateful.
The rabbit was exceptionally good at assessing the situation.
After some thought, the rabbit tentatively moved backward, stepping onto Elvis’s lap. His tiny body was still swaying unsteadily.
What the rabbit didn’t know was that Elvis’s spatial ability surrounded him like a wall. Even if he couldn’t keep his balance, it was impossible for him to fall.
Seeing that Elvis had no intention of grabbing him, the rabbit felt safe enough to leap onto the coffee table.
Elvis’s brow twitched imperceptibly.
On the coffee table were fruit platters, snacks, and wine.
Clearly, the rabbit noticed them too.
Elvis: “…”
He watched as the drunken rabbit wobbled around the coffee table for several circles before finally heading toward the wine. Two tiny paws tentatively latched onto a glass, and a pair of gem-like eyes looked cautiously at Elvis.
“…” Elvis’s eyelids twitched. After a pause, he said, “No. You’re drunk. You can’t have any more.”
The little rabbit, unappreciative of the good intentions, let out an angry cry at Elvis: “Dah dah dah!”
Elvis: “…”
Elvis thought that perhaps because he was drunk, even when the rabbit “raged” at him, the voice sounded soft, fluffy, and incredibly cute.
The rabbit thought for a bit, then hung his tiny body off the edge of the coffee table, seemingly trying to climb down.
He could have just jumped, but the drunken rabbit was determined to climb.
Elvis’s first instinct was to pick him up, but the rabbit’s current “fear of heights” was simply too amusing. Moreover, the coffee table wasn’t high and there was a thick rug on the floor, so he didn’t intervene.
Acts of “social death” are usually performed when one is unconscious.
Elvis opened his terminal and switched it to recording mode.
The rabbit dangled from the edge, looked at the floor, shook his head, and climbed back up. Then he looked at the floor again—it looked a bit dangerous—but he wanted to go down. He dangled himself off the table again, only to climb back up once more.
After three repetitions, the rabbit stood in the middle of the table, looking as though he had suffered a massive blow to his rabbit-life. He wobbled, appearing unable to withstand this heavy setback.
Seeing the rabbit like this, the corners of Elvis’s lips curved upward.
He felt that every time he looked at the little rabbit, his mood improved significantly.
So cute.
The rabbit shook his fur and seemed to remember something as he headed toward a different spot.
Elvis: “…”
He wondered if the rabbit thought…
Since he didn’t dare climb down from the original spot, if he changed positions, he might suddenly find the courage?
Surely not.
Even if he was drunk, he shouldn’t have such a naive and cute idea.
Just as Elvis thought this, he realized the rabbit truly did think that way.
The rabbit moved to a new spot and tried to climb down again, but failed.
Elvis: “…”
He watched as the rabbit tried two more spots to climb down, but in the end, never found the courage. Two tiny paws gripped the edge of the table as he stared down at the floor. Finally…
He climbed back onto the table.
If the scene weren’t so entertaining, Elvis might have helped the “vulnerable and helpless” rabbit.
Suddenly, the image of the “battle-rabbit” from earlier appeared in his mind.
If that was a battle-rabbit, this was a “frail and helpless” little white rabbit.
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