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

After the bath task was completed, He Ruge bought a piece of fruit candy for the little rabbit to comfort the little rabbit’s wounded heart.

He Ruge also fed the little white tiger a piece of fruit candy and checked its status at the same time.

[Intimacy]: You are a relatively important existence in Number 20’s heart, favorability rating: 73

[Unawakened]: No one has discovered that Number 20 is a little monster, except for you.

He Ruge’s gaze stopped at the 73 points favorability rating. Unknowingly, his relationship with the little white tiger had already become intimate. If feelings could really be measured with data, then what kind of existence was the little white tiger in his heart?

It should also be a special and important existence.

He Ruge rubbed the smooth screen with his fingers. He suddenly wished that this game would never have an ending. That way, he could continue playing.

That way, the little white tiger could always stay by his side.

Although there were many readers who liked him, there was a saying that went, “An iron-clad author, a flowing reader.” Many readers’ emotions were aroused by the article. They would sincerely say things like “Big, I will always support you.”

When He Ruge wrote the first article, he believed in these words. He remembered the ID names of those readers. One day, the readers disappeared. He Ruge waited until the last chapter. When the next article was published, the readers still didn’t come back.

There was no love that lasted forever. It was already a lucky thing to be sincerely liked for a moment.

He Ruge slowly retracted his fingers that were touching the screen. He turned off the game and prepared to wash up before going to bed. In the bathroom, He Ruge noticed that the red lines on his legs had become bright red again. The lines had also expanded a little. It seemed that they would automatically draw new lines on his skin.

What kind of illness is this?

He Ruge washed his face in front of the mirror. The young man in the mirror had a soft charred look. His skin was flawless and his skin was fair and rosy.

His complexion was good and he didn’t look sick. Since he wouldn’t die in a short period of time, he would work hard to earn money and save enough money before going to see a doctor. He didn’t want to think too much in case he scared himself.

After giving himself a pep talk, He Ruge lay down and went to sleep. However, when he thought about entering V tomorrow, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Would there be a lot of readers who read pirated novels? If this was just a collection of fake novels and the profit was not good, what would he do next?

What would he do with the next month’s rent? Was his decision to become a full-time writer the right one? What would he do if he didn’t have enough money to pay for his medical expenses? What would he do if his illness suddenly flared up and he suddenly died at home?

With a belly full of uneasiness, He Ruge didn’t even know when he fell asleep. Because he was thinking about entering V City, He Ruge woke up at 6 am the next day.

The time for the manuscript storage box had already been set. Chapter V would be published at twelve in the afternoon.

He Ruge pushed his glasses up and couldn’t help but push them up a second time. The higher his expectations, the greater his disappointment. His grades before entering V were so good that he started to feel anxious and anxious. It was as if he had returned to the day when his college entrance exam results came out. His heart was in his throat, and the slightest movement would cause the overflowing uneasiness to spill out.

He Ruge didn’t have his family to accompany him, so he learned to swallow his emotions early on.

He took a deep breath and opened “Your Exclusive Lover”. A game notification popped up on the screen:

[You woke up too early today. Your exclusive lover isn’t ready to welcome the new day, so intimate interactions won’t increase your favorability.]

He Ruge almost couldn’t catch his breath. He suspected that the game was deliberately tormenting the players because he couldn’t increase favorability now. He Ruge chose to fast-forward. Seven days later, test subjects No. 10 and 14 died. He Ruge gathered all the check-ins for seven days and got the pink egg.

Before he clicked on the egg, He Ruge remembered the strange phenomenon of his red lines getting hot last time. He rolled up his pants to reveal the red lines.

When he clicked on the egg, He Ruge stared at the red lines. A second later, there didn’t seem to be any changes. It seemed like he had been too busy lately. Just as He Ruge was about to look away, the originally bright red lines became very bright. They were red and bright, like slowly flowing magma.

The skin where the red lines were burned hot again.

He Ruge’s eyes widened behind his glasses. He blinked hard, wondering if he was seeing things.

Clang clang clang. The game’s sound effect sounded. He Ruge didn’t look up to check the item he had drawn. He held his breath and stared at the red lines.

The bright red lines dimmed down, as if they had been drained of energy.

The glow and heat only happened for an instant, but it was this short instant that severely destroyed He Ruge’s worldview.

This doesn’t make sense!!!

Who am I? Where am I? What did I just see?!

He Ruge raised his head in a trance. A brand new rare item came into view.

It was a shiny helmet.