I, Corgi, Super Fierce [Entertainment]

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In the music area of ​​a certain station recently, everyone was knocking on the cp that a certain anchor x sang.

Ever since the two were stone hammered to live together, cp fans have been able to eat sweets every day.

CP fan: It's so sweet. They sleep on the same bed with the same quilt!

Yu Beichen: Of course, because people only have one body.

CP fan: It's so sweet, they have a tacit understanding, they look like the same person!

Yu Beichen wearing a double vest: Yes...we are the same person.

CP fan: I don’t care if you talk nonsense, they will have a litter sooner or later/

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Cheng Ling is recognized as a wizard in the piano world and has won numerous praises since he was a child.

In this life, he was indifferent and heartless, except for the piano, he only loved Yu Beichen.

After the two broke up, Cheng Ling went abroad alone, vowing not to turn back, until——

Seeing Yu Beichen interacting with a certain singer on Weibo,

Cheng Ling raised his eyebrows, unmoved.

I heard that Yu Beichen and a certain singer were wearing couple pajamas,

The piano cover smashed Cheng Ling's hand.

Rumor has it that Yu Beichen and a certain singer went to love hotels hand in hand,

Cheng Ling called at three o'clock in the middle of the night: Please book a ticket back home, as soon as possible.

As a master of fake voice, Yu Beichen has escaped countless troubles in the years since he broke up with Cheng Ling.

The brothers show affection, and they go back with the loli Yin Yujie Yin Ke Yan Ke Tian Xiu.

Parents at home urge love, open a trumpet to speak a few words in the relative group, and get red envelopes.

Even if Cheng Ling called——

Yu Beichen: Baby, let me introduce you, this is my brother.

Squeezing his voice soft and waxy Yu Beichen: Hello brother, I am his girlfriend.

Cheng Ling who knows the truth: (Indifference.jpg) Stop pretending, your voice is much softer than this.

Yu Beichen: ... Fuck QAQ#

Serving Instructions:

① 1v1, a broken mirror reunion caused by knocking a false cp, sweet text he

②Little clever, cheerful and happy, being attacked by x, unhappy and cold bosses, with a 4-year age difference, and years of attacking.City C in December is fairly comfortable.

The first snow this year has just visited the eaves and alleys of the city, and the warm winter sun melts the snow in a blink of an eye.

The road is wet, and the bare cypress branches beside the road are shining brightly in the sun.

Even on weekdays, the neighborhood around Shunjun Times Square still maintains its proper bustling scene, with bustling people everywhere.

Gray sat in the hanging garden style minimalist coffee shop, yawning in the soft afternoon light.

"Excuseme." A waitress who looked a bit reserved walked up to him, "Would you like your coffee refilled?"

Gray put away the newspaper in his hand, and looked at the waitress through the sunglasses.

It looked like he didn't recognize him.

"No, thank you, I'll be leaving soon." Gray said with an extremely crappy Chinese accent.

"It's okay, you can call me anytime you need anything else." The waitress smiled.

Gray nodded and turned his gaze back to the open laptop screen on the table.

The emails from the committee had just been checked, and Gray scrolled the mouse cursorily through the text information, and finally stopped on the attached picture at the end of the page.

It's a capture that is not technically sophisticated, but it can be called eye-catching.

A two-color Corgi stood slightly sideways in front of the camera, the hair on its back was tanned orange in the sunset, its ears were furry triangles, and its dark eyes looked like people looking at the person on the screen through the camera.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the flamboyant tail behind it, which is slightly raised in a posture that can catch people's faces at any time.

Not like Corgi, but like a little red fox.

Gray stared blankly for a while before he heard the phone vibrate on the table.

His flip phone, vibrating like a stomach cramp, has shifted a small half-circle counterclockwise.

"Hello." Gray picked up the phone, subconsciously pinched the tip of his nose with his hands.

"I just sent you the email, please check it." A mechanical female voice came from the other end.

"Yeah, Ijustgotit——" Gray held his mobile phone, put away his laptop and newspaper, and walked out of the cafe, "I'mtiedupatthefucki..."

"Speak Chinese, or your mouth will be cut off," the woman said.

Gray was choking, freed his hand to pick up the phone, and just turned around Bookstore, "Your uncle, I've been busy from dawn to dusk, and I managed to catch up with the two-hour vacation, so you still fucking let me go to work?"

When he opened his mouth, the pedestrians passing by nearby looked at him with quite surprised eyes.

"The administrator in charge of this area is sick, and you happen to be here." The woman's voice came from the phone without any emotion.

"Then after he returns to his post, do you have to explain the big things today?" Gray walked out quickly.

Not to mention his seamless camouflage, coupled with his fluent Chinese, he is not afraid of being recognized throughout the shopping mall.

After all, no matter how he looks now, he looks like a bad old man who has lived in China for decades.

"He has seven days left before the deadline, don't talk nonsense, I'll locate him and send you." The sound of typing on the keyboard came from the other end.

"Since this is the case, you should go early..." Gray went out from East 1 Gate, and braked the car after feeling a gust of cold wind, "Wait a minute, don't send me the location—"

Gray still maintained the posture of holding the mobile phone in one hand and wrapping the coat in the other, and smoothly met the sight of the work target.

The little red fox, or Corgi with orange fur to be precise, is pushing a tin can with its front paws.

For cats.

"Get you."

What Hu Wei hates the most in his life is when someone scoops him up from the ground without any explanation.

It is said that a dog needs to be cautious when going out in winter. I am afraid that it is not half an hour before you encounter a dog beating dog.

The canned food he had been fiddling with for a long time was quickly withdrawn from his field of vision. Before he had time to look at the dog butcher's face clearly, what Hu Wei smelled first was a grapefruit-like scent mixed with black coffee and ink. .

Early forties, Brit, hangs out with a lot of different types of people, just returned from a third-floor patio café in Times Square...  

Where did he come from?

Hu Wei viciously turned his head away, and slapped him hard in the face with his backhand——

Has no one taught you not to pet your dog casually outside?

"Shit!" The man who grabbed him yelled in pain, covering his face, but he still didn't let go of Hu Wei's hand.

Hu Wei stared at him fiercely while keeping his four feet in the air, as if he was ready to open his mouth to bite him at any time.

"Wait a minute! There is something to talk about! Don't move your mouth!" The man reflexively wanted to take him away.

Discuss with the dog, I'm afraid you are not a fool.

Hu Wei's sharp canine teeth grazed his lower teeth, and he opened his mouth fiercely towards the man's wrist——

A small green book came into his sight before he could finish his mouth.

On the left side are densely written English rules, and on the right side is a small black and white one-inch photo of the man in front of him, with his name, serial number and other information underneath.

Albert Gray, Albert Gray.

Hu Wei closed his mouth and turned his head to look at him carefully.

Gray seemed to be sweating deeply, and showed Hu Wei the cowhide cover of Little Green Book, "I really didn't mean to hurt you, I'm from the Dog Development Committee."

"Administrator?" Hu Wei asked.

Hearing that the administrators of the committee have the ability to communicate with them without barriers, Hu Wei wanted to try to see if it was true.

"Yes." Gray said.

Hey, this conversation is really established.

"That's a pity," Hu Wei looked up at him, "I still hoped to be a pretty girl."

"..." Gray wanted to scold the dog, but he held back and just lifted Hu Wei's body upwards, "I only have half an hour to explain the situation to you. explain…"

"Then change it to a warmer place, can you explain it?" Hu Wei interrupted him directly, "You can get me something to eat by the way."

Gray held him and subconsciously glanced at the canned cat food on the ground.

"It's best for dogs to eat." Hu Wei thought for a while and added.

During Hu Wei's 17 years of dog life experience, he really didn't like to call himself a canine animal.

The reason is very simple, that is, he was destined to be different from ordinary dogs when he was born.For some reason, he has a thinking ability similar to or even superior to that of humans, and his ability to adapt to new environments is undoubtedly excellent.

This is not a supernatural phenomenon. According to the official certification of the Dog Development Committee, one out of every one million dogs in the world will have the same condition as Hu Wei.

The so-called Dog Development Committee is a special organization established and provided services for such a group of dogs. Its most critical function is to assist the "Heavenly Chosen Dogs" to achieve refined forms.

Regardless of how mysterious these things sound, Hu Wei is fortunate to be one of the millionths. Right now, he is squatting in Gray's small apartment, enjoying a small cup of yogurt with satisfaction.

"Basically, I believe you have heard from other administrators ten years ago." Gray sat on a fabric sofa facing him, flipping through a stack of archives, "In the next year, As your direct person in charge, I will follow up your progress at any time, and the committee will also equip you with a refinement device..."

"Let's avoid this kind of official talk." Hu Wei ate and drank, slumped on the plush cushion and waved his paw, "Just tell me what I need to do."

"That's just right." Gray pushed the file aside and found a piece of white paper and an oil-based pen, "Then listen carefully, because the opportunity to become a sperm only comes once every 15 years, if you miss it, you have to wait another 15 years .”

Hu Wei nodded and watched him write some key words on the paper.

He is obviously a foreigner, but his handwriting is very square, and there is even a bit of Beijing flavor in his speech.

"If you want to successfully transform into refined form, you need to complete a total of ten tasks within one year—that is, from January 1 of the next year to January 1 of the following year." Gray said.

"What's the mission?" Hu Wei asked.

"I don't know either. Tasks are randomly released by the committee. Only when the previous task is completed can we know the specific content of the next task." Gray circled the number "10" on the paper.

"Oh." Hu Wei raised his head and glanced at the electronic clock in the room.

Today is Christmas, which means there are seven days before the mission starts.

Gray followed his line of sight, glanced at the clock, and said, "Then I'm looking for you today, the main point is to explain to you the prerequisites for completing the task."

"What conditions?" Hu Wei couldn't help but get a little serious.

"You need a partner," Gray said. "The committee requires you to work with your partner to complete the task."

"Who is the partner, another dog?" Hu Wei wrinkled his nose, he didn't like other dogs very much.

"It's not a dog. In layman's terms, it's the master." Gray looked him over. "You...should have your own master now, right?"

Hu Wei's hair is clean and beautiful, and he doesn't look like a stray dog.

"...Ah." Hu Wei scratched the corner of the fabric sofa with his right front paw.

"The quality of the master will affect the completion of the task." Gray seemed to understand his thoughts, "If you feel inappropriate, don't rush to sign an agreement with the current master."

"Sign an agreement?" Hu Wei was puzzled when he heard this word.

"It's very simple, you just need to do this..." Gray reached out and took Hu Wei's dog's paw, "'Shake hands, you are the master and I am the dog', just shake hands three times after saying this."

When Gray grabbed his paw for the third time, Hu Wei couldn't help rolling his eyes at him.

Tsk, what kind of fucking metaphysics is this.

"It's quite troublesome to find the master, or it's you." Hu Wei said casually, "Anyway, I'm doing the task, and you have to follow up at any time."

Not a pretty girl, but at least she doesn't look too stupid.

"That's no good, I'm not interested in raising a dog, and we're cheating." Gray glanced at the dog's fluffy ears seriously, "It's said to follow up at any time, I also have my own job, at most I will meet you when I dispatch the mission."

Hu Wei twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he felt a little impatient.

"In short, once the agreement is signed, it cannot be changed. You should be as careful as possible when choosing a partner. If it doesn't work, the committee can find a suitable one for you," Gray said.

Let the committee find the right one for him?What's the difference between going on a blind date when you're older?

Hu Wei got off the plush cushion, moved his limbs, and suddenly smiled.

"It's okay, you don't need to worry about this matter," Hu Wei looked at him, his eyes seemed to be shining, "I can find the best."

"That's it." Gray finished his work, "I will come to you again on the [-]st."

Every time it's time to get off work in the blocks around the city center, there are dense crowds of people wherever you go.

After Huvey came out from Gray's, he picked the path and walked in the direction of home.

It gets dark quickly in winter, but the streetlights beside the path have not yet been turned on, and Hu Wei walks forward carelessly in a day when the temperature is approaching subzero.He was not very afraid of the cold, so he walked slowly, careful to keep his paws from the wet parts of the ground.

This road is very close to home, there are not many people, and the dog's nose can smell the smell of stew from the residential buildings.

For this reason, he deliberately stopped to take a sip, and almost stumbled in excitement.

Wow it's fucking delicious!

"...The scene of falling leaves is really good. I took a photo there the year before last!" A girl's voice came from the end of the path.

Hu Wei's ears moved, and three eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls came in front of them. They smelled of makeup powder, and one of them seemed to be covered with peach-flavored hand cream.

"Hey, have you been to Wu Town?" Another girl answered, "I also want to say that the three of us can go together."

"Then go again. The last time I went was in autumn, and I can see cherry blossoms in spring." The first girl said.

"I, I, I, I just want to take a look at He Chen's teahouse—" the last girl spoke, her voice sounded very excited.

"I can't see it. It must be a temporary set. It must be withdrawn after the filming is over. The venue is so expensive." The second girl said, "But having said that, your He Chen is really popular. I couldn't be more comfortable looking at it."

"Right! He can hold many different roles!" The third girl was very proud of hearing this, and jumped up and down several times, "The special policeman in "Detour" really touched my heart, that sentence : No one deserves to be given up unless..."

"Unless he gives up on himself." The first girl answered, sighing, "You've said this thousands of times."

"Hey, I say that once a day—" The third girl hopped as she walked.

After Hu Wei walked for a while, the laughter of the three girls gradually disappeared, probably turning right at the intersection ahead.

He has lived in China for nearly two years. There are many more people here than the place where he lived in his previous life, and he also loves to discuss entertainment news.

But he didn't care too much. At the beginning, occasionally a female star with long legs appeared on TV, but he would pay more attention to it.

Later, I heard that dogs like to look at long-legged ones, so he doesn't even look at female celebrities.

Hu Weimai climbed up the short steps in front of the house, raised his front paws, and slammed on the wooden door, barking at the same time, otherwise his stupid master who was hard of hearing would not be able to hear him.

"Like a bow lying down! Standing like a pine tree! Sitting still like a bell! Walking like a gust of wind—"

Amidst the deafening music, the old man in the silver-white Tai Chi suit opened the wooden door.

The body is tough but tough, but can you believe it with a long sword in your hand?

"Oh, Dongfang Bubai, you are back!" The old man squinted his eyes and looked down at him, the decibels far exceeded the volume of the stereo inside.

The moment the long sword swung down following his leaning forward, Hu Wei almost didn't let out a dog bark in fright.

Yes, he, the undefeated East.

The moment Hu Wei stepped into the room, there were seven or eight dogs of different breeds rushing towards him, namely Xiao Feng, Duan Yufeng, Duan Yufeng, the son of Guoer Wuji, Xiaoyao, and his heart was flying...

Dongfang Bubai raised his paw, and all the dogs in the house that greeted him retreated.

And his master, an old man who is nearly seventy years old, continued to dance the sword to the music very vigorously this time.

"In short, you should be as careful as possible when deciding on a partner." Gray's words lingered in his ears at this moment.

Hu Wei squatted aside and looked at it for a while with a face full of melancholy, and suddenly remembered that he still had a backup.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, when he subconsciously turned the dog's head behind him, what he heard was an earth-shattering sound of breaking into the door.

"grandfather----"

Yes, it's like a gourd baby calling grandpa.

A little boy about eight or nine years old was carrying a backpack, and looking up, he had a dirty face like olives.

It was like a man returning from digging coal.

Hu Wei tilted his head, and he couldn't hold back his laughter.