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

After a bottle of beer, He Ruge was already very drunk. He put down the bottle in a daze and reached out to touch his burning face.

It was very hot.

He Ruge muttered to himself, “I … have been roasted …”

His nonsense was interrupted by a sudden hiccup. He Ruge touched his stomach in confusion and hesitantly looked at the unopened lunchbox.

It was too strange. He hadn’t even eaten yet and he was burping? Could it be that he was full of happiness?

He Ruge laughed foolishly and opened the still warm lunchbox. Regardless of whether he was full or not, he had to eat the lunchbox. He had specially bought the most expensive lunchbox. If he wasted it, his conscience would ache.

He ate the lunchbox one mouthful at a time. When He Ruge stood up, his head was heavy and his feet were light. He couldn’t stand steadily.

It was really strange. Why was the room shaking? Was it an earthquake? He Ruge walked blankly while holding on to the wall. He staggered to the front of the computer and saw a bunch of unread messages from his gay friends on QQ.

The emotionless coding machine: “Congratulations on entering V City!”

The emotionless coding machine: “Are you ready for the update to explode your liver after entering V City?! Don’t forget what you said about entering V City, you’ll need ten thousand a day! ”

In the quiet room, in the midday sun, the heart that was soaked in wine became sentimental for some reason.

Ruge: “Machine, thank you for always supervising me. You’ve helped me look at my manuscripts and helped me find the flaws in my articles.”

Bits and pieces of the past surfaced in his mind. He Ruge typed, “Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Good gay friends, let’s walk together for the rest of our lives.”

The emotionless coding machine: “… F * ck, what machine? Who is Machine? Are you stimulated or drunk?”

Ruge: “Machine, I …”

The emotionless coding machine: “Don’t call me Machine!”

Ruge: “Machine, I’m not drunk. I just drank a little beer.”

The emotionless coding machine: “Ah, even drunkards say they’re not drunk. Listen to me, now go to bed and take a nap.”

Ruge: “But Machine, I want to play a game.”

The emotionless coding machine: “Ancestor, you’re already this drunk. Why are you still playing games?”

Ruge: “No one is feeding the little white tiger. He’ll be hungry.”

The emotionless coding machine: “… Alright, you win. I’ll allow you to play for half an hour. After that, you have to go to bed. Otherwise, I’ll make wine for your readers!”

He Ruge was very happy that he got the approval. Even though he was so drunk, he didn’t forget to adjust the game time. He supported his groggy head with one hand and used the other hand to click the mouse to feed the cubs.

Now, there were only five cubs left. They were fed to the little white tiger in an instant.

Cubicle 20 was opened. When his drunken eyes saw the little white tiger, they immediately widened. He Ruge looked at the little white tiger carefully. The tip of his nose was almost touching the screen. He chuckled softly and said, “Baby, you’re so cute.”

The little white tiger, who was sitting in the cotton nest, trembled in shock. It looked at He Ruge in shock.

He Ruge didn’t click on the Intimate Interaction option. He rubbed his sore temples. He felt that the glasses on the bridge of his nose were too heavy, so he took them off.

How strange.

Why are there two little white tigers on the screen?

He Ru Ge rubbed his eyes and focused again. It was still two little white tigers. The two little white tigers looked like they were “f * cking dogs”. They were dumbfounded and terrified. Their blue eyes were flickering, and their little claws were wriggling about like they were being scalded.

So cute.

He Ruge was laughing. The two little white tigers were twice as cute. Ah, he liked them.

“Two tigers, two tigers. Run fast. Run fast.”

The little white tiger, who was sitting in the cotton nest, shook its little head like a rattle drum. It was as if it was trying to see where the extra tiger was.

His fingertips gently touched the little white tiger’s ears. “One has no ears.”