What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

Emotionless Coding Machine: “Chatting is poor for three generations, coding is quick, no one pays attention to it, the third night is rich and handsome.”

The emotionless coding machine asked, “Coding?”

He Ruge sat on the bus on his way home. He lowered his cap and sighed as he looked at his phone screen. “Coding.”

He Ruge had gone to the hospital early this morning. He had spent more than four thousand dollars for a checkup. However, nothing had been found. The results showed that he was in good health. He didn’t even have the occupational disease of being a writer.

The bad news was that he only had eight hundred dollars left. Since he wouldn’t die anytime soon, He Ruge was able to put down his worries. No matter how difficult life was, he still had to code. Only by coding well could he save money to go to a better hospital.

He Ruge would enter V in a few days. Under the urge of poverty, He Ruge decided to finish his work.

He Ruge felt a little dizzy from the bumpy feeling of the bus. He rubbed his temples and opened his comment section. He found that the troll had come early in the morning to complain. It was so paranoid that it was scary.

He Ruge opened his contribution box and briefly explained the matter of the troll in the comment section.

If he really kept on posting, it would affect his income. He Ruge might have to borrow money from his friends next month. His friends in 3D were only casual acquaintances. After borrowing money, he might lose a few of them.

Did he go against the tide recently? Why did he encounter so many troubles?

When He Ruge returned home, it was almost time for dinner. He Ruge cooked a bag of instant noodles and fried a poached egg. He ate the noodles while thinking about the upcoming plot.

He wrote sweet text. He needed a relaxed and happy mood to be able to write smoothly. However, at this moment, he really couldn’t be happy. There was a lump of depression in his chest that blocked his inspiration.

Forcefully writing didn’t work. He Ruge finished his noodles and confidently replied to his gay friend, “Kawen! I want to play some games to find inspiration! ”

The emotionless coding machine: “4801/9000”

The emotionless coding machine: “Go ahead. If you don’t have Riwan today, I’ll pull out all your feathers and make you into a beggar’s pigeon.”

He Ruge felt a chill on his back. He paused for a moment when he was about to open the computer. However, his nervousness was quickly dispelled by the pink game icon.

Little White Tiger! I’m coming ~

It was time for the familiar feeding session. He Ruge fed Number 19 with ease and familiarity. Then, he used up a little bit of his heart to open the metal door of Number 20’s compartment.

Little White Tiger curled up in its cotton nest uncharacteristically. When it heard the sound of the door opening, its ears twitched. It looked up at He Ruge with a sickly expression.

“Number 20 is feeling very uncomfortable. He might be sick. Your choice is — —

A. Take a risk and bring him to the infirmary.

B. Use ‘ordinary medicine’]

Blue Eye lost its usual spirit. Little White Tiger weakly roared at He Ruge. This was the first time Little White Tiger had taken the initiative to greet He Ruge. However, He Ruge was not happy. His heartache overwhelmed all his emotions.

Should I choose A or B?

It should be said why there was an option to go to the infirmary. The Ice Project’s requirement was to ignore the test subjects. Regardless of whether they were dead or alive, they would be ignored. If he went to the infirmary, wouldn’t the Medicine Seeking Rats discover that he had violated the Ice Project’s rules?

Could it be that the infirmary could trigger a new plot?

He Ruge’s expression gradually turned serious. He silently pushed up his glasses. He didn’t know why there were so many little things in this game of love. He just wanted to ‘Feed’, ‘Talk’, and ‘Pet’ thrice to relax his mood.

On the screen, Little White Tiger curled itself up into the shape of a shrimp. Its tail was tucked between its legs. Its round tiger ears drooped. It looked so listless and pitiful.

In this game, a cub’s illness was a very serious matter. Any small illness could easily take away the cub’s life.

If the ‘ordinary medicine’ in the Newbie Gift Pack couldn’t cure Little White Tiger …

He Ruge painfully used up his few save chances. He chose B first. A yellow pill appeared in his hand. He Ruge clicked ‘Feed’.

The little white tiger wasn’t like number 19’s little rabbit that refused to eat anything. He lifted his eyelids and looked at the pill lightly. His pink little nose opened and closed slightly. When he smelled that something wasn’t right, the little white tiger turned around expressionlessly and pointed its buttocks at He Ruge, putting on a posture of refusing to take the pill with its strength.

He Ruge: “…”

This was an unexpected ending.

Number 20