Monster Cub Live Stream – CH32

Chapter 32

In the end, Xiong Yingjun still failed to get his wish of giving the little cub one more glittering golden bath basin.

The Treasure Bowl was placed in the most eye-catching spot in the living room. Instead of star coins, it was filled with medicinal herbs and seeds.

According to the little cub, the family was no longer short on big money now. What they lacked were all kinds of herbs and seeds—especially replenishing grass.

When placing the Treasure Bowl, Lin An’an made a devout wish in his heart, hoping they could find replenishing grass as soon as possible so that his ability could recover to its absolute peak state.

After blacklisting the two ungrateful wretches, He Yinghong’s quality of life immediately rose by several levels.

No more annoying special notification sounds going off every so often just to remind him of their existence, and no more fake smiles suddenly appearing before his eyes. These past few days, He Yinghong had been living wonderfully, and there was even a little more flesh on his face.

One thing worth mentioning was that a new icon had appeared on Grandpa He’s special attention list—a pitch-black little dumpling hugging a tomato.

He had even deliberately changed the notification sound for the little cub’s messages. It was no longer the terminal’s built-in special tone, but instead a specially recorded “yingji ah-pu” song by the little cub himself, full of childishness and overflowing with cuteness.

Every time it sounded, it put people in an exceptionally good mood.

The Tong Qiuxia incident still had not completely died down in the star network and CrimeNet. Somewhat unexpectedly, ever since He Yinghong blacklisted Tong Qiuxia, it was as though he had truly vanished. Even though he knew He Yinghong’s address, he never came back to see him again.

It was hard to say whether he truly felt ashamed and guilty now that he knew he was in the wrong, and therefore no longer dared disturb his former teacher—or whether he had simply been held up by something else.

Still, to be safe, Lin An’an had Feng Wu upgrade the defense system around Grandpa He’s home and added Tong Qiuxia’s information directly to the system blacklist.

As long as the other party appeared within the range monitored by the security system, he would immediately be subjected to merciless expulsion attacks.

The little cub was extremely satisfied with this arrangement.

These past few days, the urging from netizens about the ancient pharmaceutical online course had also put He Yinghong in a wonderful mood.

If people were urging him, that meant they still remembered ancient pharmaceutical arts and were genuinely interested in them.

That was exactly what He Yinghong had longed to see. Whenever he read those comments, he almost wanted to start teaching online on the spot.

Unfortunately, the online course was still in preparation.

Lin An’an took the medicine-making equipment to Zhuang Yi. The latter temporarily paused his work on modifying the farming mechs and spent nearly a week reproducing the pharmaceutical equipment, even making some optimizations on top of the original design.

During this time, the little cub hadn’t been idle either. Day and night, he frantically extracted seeds, planted herbs, then boiled medicine. He drank bottle after bottle of ability-restoration medicine made from Scarlet Spirit Fruit, yet still only managed to recover his ability to barely one percent of its former level.

But that amount was already enough to treat Alpha in many people.

Feng Wu naturally became the first “test subject.”

The treatment took place in their bedroom. Feng Wu sat on the edge of the bed as usual, while a soft little cub lay on his knees.

“Do you need me to do anything?” His tone was perfectly calm.

The little cub shook his head, his tentacles swaying lightly as though he were thinking about something.

Feng Wu quietly waited without making a sound or urging him. He even had the leisure to reach out and stroke the little cub’s head with a finger, comforting him in return. “No need to be nervous.”

The little cub lifted his head and blinked his glossy black bead-like eyes once.

Nervous? Impossible!

—As if.

Lin An’an was nervous as hell right now. This was the first time he was formally treating an Alpha patient with the goal of a full recovery.

His healing ability really could treat Alpha, but until now, because his own powers had not yet recovered, their treatments had only remained at the stage of “easing symptoms” and “reducing symptoms.”

Up to this point, there had still not been a single true case of “complete recovery from Alpha Syndrome.”

Feng Wu might become the first, and Lin An’an hoped with all his heart that he would become the first. But before the treatment began, waves of emotion were still unavoidable.

Nervousness and pressure born from uncertainty weighed on his chest like a huge heavy stone.

Feng Wu lowered his eyes slightly, and in his dark golden pupils was reflected the image of the little cub.

“It’s alright even if it doesn’t work,” he said. His voice was exceptionally steady, as though it carried some strange power to calm people’s hearts.

The little cub tilted his head up and met his gaze.

Those beautiful golden eyes were as deep and unruffled as ever. It was very rare to see any storm rise within them.

Miraculously, Lin An’an calmed down.

He thought for a moment, then paji—jumped off Brother Wolf’s leg and, in the blink of an eye, changed from a little cub into a slightly slender young man.

Feng Wu’s gaze fell on the young man’s clothes.

—A little too big.

Next time, buy one size smaller, he thought.

“Brother Wolf.” The youth’s voice was clear and bright. He placed a hand on Feng Wu’s shoulder and gave him a gentle push. “Turn around.”

Facing each other like this made it a little difficult for him to perform naturally.

Feng Wu didn’t ask why. Very obediently, he turned around, crossing his long legs up on the bed in a way that made him look a bit cramped and put-upon.

Lin An’an liked patients this obedient.

He placed one hand on Feng Wu’s head and the other on his shoulder.

“Brother Wolf, if it feels uncomfortable, tell me,” Lin An’an instructed, the hand on Feng Wu’s shoulder pressing down lightly.

“Alright,” Feng Wu replied.

Lin An’an let out a long breath. The healing ability within his body made several circuits, as though warming up, and then all rushed toward his right hand.

All of Feng Wu’s senses concentrated on his head.

The head was undoubtedly one of the more fragile parts of the human body. This was the first time he had ever taken the initiative, and with no defenses at all, to let someone touch that place.

Unlike Feng Wu’s own fingers, which bore a thin layer of calluses and felt somewhat rough, the fingers slipping into his hair were long and slender, with pads as soft as sponge when they pressed lightly—though more elastic, and warmer.

The familiar healing ability and mental power flowed from the soft palm. Feng Wu gathered in his wandering thoughts and gently closed his eyes to sense the changes within his body.

At first, it was the same gentle sensation as before, like a trickling stream flowing into the sea. The mild healing power, wrapped together with equally gentle mental power, circled near the mental power core in his mind, soothing the mental power that had overflowed because of past rampages and guiding it back into the mental core.

Slowly, the youth increased the amount of ability and mental power he used. The stream turned into a broad river, and then gradually into an ocean.

The collision of sea against sea was intense and vast. Feng Wu’s brows drew together slightly, and the hand hanging at his side unconsciously tightened.

Lin An’an sharply sensed the muscles beneath his palm stiffen for an instant. His treatment paused slightly. “Uncomfortable?”

“A little,” Feng Wu answered. His voice was lower than usual, as if suppressing something.

Lin An’an guided him. “What kind of feeling? Say it.”

“Sore. Swollen,” Feng Wu said. “But it doesn’t hurt. I can tolerate it.”

If it was only soreness and swelling without pain, then it was a normal treatment response.

Lin An’an relaxed and let the paused ability and mental power move again.

Of all illnesses, mental power rampage was undoubtedly one of the hardest to treat.

Mental power rampage could not be treated with a treatment pod. It could only be treated personally by a healer with healing abilities. During treatment, the healer’s ability and mental power had to enter the patient’s mind together and guide the mental power leaking outside the core back to where it belonged.

If the condition was mild, then the healer only had to guide it.

But if the condition was severe—if mental power had leaked out in large quantities, or even if the mental power core itself had already been damaged—then the healer’s ability and mental power had to enter the patient’s mental power core together and repair the damaged parts.

During this process, even the slightest trace of resistance from the patient would cause the treatment to fail. Not only would the patient’s mental core suffer secondary damage, even the healer’s mental power core and ability core might also be harmed.

It was an extremely dangerous situation.

That was why, to treat mental power rampage, not only did the healer need powerful ability and mental strength, but the doctor and patient also needed absolute and utterly unreserved trust in one another.

For this treatment, Lin An’an had already prepared himself to be rejected.

But perhaps the treatments over the past period had really worked. This time, when he cautiously guided his mental power and ability into the mental core within Feng Wu’s mind, Feng Wu’s mental core only trembled lightly for a moment before falling quiet and relaxing.

Lin An’an didn’t even feel the slightest resistance. He was surprised, but even more than that, deeply gratified.

So much sincerity over such a long time really had not been misplaced. Brother Wolf truly trusted him this much.

Very nice =v=.

The sensation of having one’s mental core invaded was deeply uncomfortable. Feng Wu’s hands clenched into fists, his neatly trimmed nails pressing small crescent-shaped blood marks into his palms.

Repairing a mental power core was an extremely delicate task. Lin An’an didn’t dare let his mind drift again, and the fingers buried in Feng Wu’s hair had grown slightly stiff.

Who knew how long passed before Feng Wu finally felt the soreness and swelling in his head gradually recede.

The youth’s voice sounded from behind him. “Brother Wolf, how does it feel?”

Feng Wu opened his eyes and lightly shook his head twice.

No itching. No soreness or swelling. No spasming pain.

Ever since he had developed Alpha and begun suffering frequent mental power rampages, this was the first time he had felt so light and unburdened.

“It feels very good,” Feng Wu murmured softly. He lowered his eyes slightly, and a rapidly rotating whirl of mental power had somehow appeared in his palm. “Very good.”

He turned around from the bed, and a faint flicker passed through his dark golden eyes.

Many emotions surged up together, too tangled and difficult to describe, until in the end they became only one sentence: “Thank you.”

The youth’s brows curved upward, revealing a little white between his pale lips, and in his bright dark eyes there seemed to be light.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was still comparatively calm. Outside, however, Xiong Yingjun had long since been pacing in anxious circles.

Si Youlin sat on the sofa, fingertips propped beneath his chin. Even his normally gentle features had taken on an unusually solemn air.

Bai Yang and Bai Yue lay beside Si Youlin, two pairs of equally blue cat eyes following Xiong Yingjun’s restless pacing back and forth without blinking.

Si Youlin glanced at Xiong Yingjun, who was pacing nonstop. “Stop walking already. Come sit.”

Xiong Yingjun obeyed instinctively. But his backside had barely touched the sofa for even two seconds before he sprang right back up and resumed pacing around the room.

Si Youlin couldn’t help himself. “Do you know what you look like right now?”

Without looking back, Xiong Yingjun asked, “Like what?”

“Like a silly father waiting outside the delivery room for his wife to give birth.”

Bai Yang failed to hold it in and let out a meowing laugh.

Xiong Yingjun stopped dead in his tracks. “…Huh? What nonsense are you talking about!”

“It’s just an analogy.” Si Youlin smiled at him. “Come sit down. Watching you pace around is irritating me.”

This time, Xiong Yingjun finally managed to resist the urge to get back up. “I’m worried out of my mind.”

“I’m worried too,” Si Youlin said, pressing fingers to his brow. “But worrying is useless. We can’t help.”

“I know.” Xiong Yingjun rubbed his large hand through his hair at random for a while, and a few short little hairs floated down from the top of his head. “Of course I know. But I fucking can’t help it.”

Si Youlin: “…Stop pulling. Your hair is falling out.”

Xiong Yingjun lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw several strands of hair on the sofa. One had even landed on top of Bai Yue’s head. He instantly went pale with alarm and dropped his hand.

To this day, Xiong Yingjun still remembered the frightening example Si Youlin had once given him. He hadn’t used to care much about shedding fur, but from that day on, every time he lost a strand, his heart hurt for ages.

He was terrified of really becoming a bald, hairless bear.

Xiong Yingjun picked up the fallen hair into his palm and stared at it with wide eyes, as if seriously considering whether it could somehow be plugged back into his follicle.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened.

Xiong Yingjun shot to his feet and stared at the entrance to Feng Wu’s room.

He was too large, and he moved too fast. The depressed sofa cushion sprang back upward, making the light-bodied white cat siblings bounce twice as well.

Si Youlin reached out and gathered them in, preventing them from being launched right off the sofa.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed man walked out of the room. Though his steps were exactly the same as usual, they made Xiong Yingjun and Si Youlin unconsciously hold their breath.

…The aura and feeling were different now.

The First Legion’s supreme commander had finally returned.

Si Youlin’s eyes turned red at once. Xiong Yingjun lifted an arm and wiped his tears away hard, opening his mouth in excitement to let out a howl—

Only to have Feng Wu stuff a tomato into it.

The howl was blocked right in his throat, and Xiong Yingjun nearly suffocated. His eyes kept asking: Boss, how can you be like this?

Feng Wu indicated with his eyes the little cub curled up asleep in his palm.

Xiong Yingjun immediately quieted down.

Si Youlin asked in a low voice, “What’s the plan now? Are we going back to the legion to find Old Second and the others?”

“No.” Feng Wu shook his head without hesitation. “We’ll go back, but not now.”

The matter of Alpha wasn’t that simple. Before they could ensure everything was absolutely foolproof, it was better to stay hidden a while longer.

He lowered his head and looked at the little black dumpling, and his gaze softened unconsciously.

At the very least, he could not pull him so quickly into the heart of the storm.

Lin An’an slept all the way until the sun was high in the sky before he finally managed to pry open his eyelids.

One side of the bed was already empty. The little cub rolled around on the pillow a few times and let himself flop bonelessly into a little cub pancake on top of it.

The exhaustion brought on by the treatment yesterday had already been washed away by a full night’s sleep.

Lin An’an felt the mental power and ability in his body and gave himself a fairly satisfied little round of applause with his tentacles.

The Scarlet Spirit Fruit medicine really wasn’t bad. One night of proper sleep had already returned his ability to the same level it had been at before the treatment.

Actually, repairing Feng Wu’s mental power core had not used up that much ability or mental power. Most of the exhaustion had come from maintaining an intense level of concentration for too long.

—After all, he was still just a delicate little cub right now, and that delicate little label wasn’t coming off any time soon.

Outside the room, Feng Wu—who had been speaking with Xiong Yingjun and Si Youlin—suddenly paused mid-sentence. He raised a hand, signaling for the two of them to stop, and got up to return to the room.

With his mental power at full peak again, Feng Wu was acutely sensitive to everything around him. The moment the little cub stirred awake, he noticed it immediately.

At a glance, Feng Wu saw the little cub pancake lying on the pillow.

Lin An’an blinked. “Yingji?” How do you feel?

Feng Wu guessed his meaning. “Very good. No discomfort.”

The little cub raised one tentacle at him, and Feng Wu guessed he had actually intended to give a thumbs-up.

“Zhuang Yi said the pharmaceutical equipment is finished.”

Lin An’an typed: [After the morning stream, we’ll go pick it up and deliver it to Grandpa He. His livestream class should start too.]

If it didn’t start soon, those netizens crying to be fed would probably start rioting.

By now, the backyard and sky garden in He Yinghong’s home had been planted almost half full with the seeds Lin An’an had provided. The lush green herbs in the backyard and the fresh blossoms in the garden made anyone who saw them feel good.

The new pharmaceutical equipment was so appealing that He Yinghong could hardly bear to put it down. Yet after a long while, he still said, “I’ll just use the old one.”

The little cub shook his head. [Uncle Zhuang is already making the second one. You use this one first.]

He Yinghong didn’t refuse again, though he silently planned in his heart to make a few more trips into the wilderness sometime soon to help the little cub search for signs of replenishing grass.

There wasn’t much he could repay him with. Giving money was pointless—Lin An’an definitely wouldn’t accept it. So the only thing he could do was put more effort into searching for herbs.

Before the livestream class officially began, Lin An’an gave He Yinghong a separate deep treatment.

Compared to repairing Feng Wu’s mental power core, treating Grandpa He’s ability dysfunction was much simpler.

At first, He Yinghong had assumed that this treatment would be like the previous few—just a simple soothing of the discomfort in his arm.

When the treatment was over, Lin An’an said: [Try using your ability.]

He Yinghong raised a hand and instinctively circulated the power within his body. At his fingertips, a faintly pale green glow lit up.

He Yinghong: “…!!!”

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Lin An’an patted him with satisfaction. [Your Alpha is already cured.]

He Yinghong’s lips trembled, and for a long moment he couldn’t get a word out.

Lin An’an typed: [But I need your help with something.]

He Yinghong barely found his voice. “…Say it.”

[Right now, I can’t be sure whether patients who recover from Alpha will have ‘antibodies’ afterward—whether they can be infected a second time.] The little cub typed seriously.

[Having ‘antibodies’ would naturally be the best outcome. But if a second infection is still possible, I need to know whether the symptoms are the same as before, or whether new symptoms will appear, whether the severity changes, and so on.]

Lin An’an looked at him with his black bead-eyes. [If you’re unwilling, you can refuse. Brother Wolf is preparing to build safehouses in the wilderness. You can go live there.]

He Yinghong didn’t hesitate for even a second. “What’s there to be unwilling about?”

The little cub blinked. [There’s a certain amount of risk involved. You really need to think this through—]

He hadn’t even finished typing when He Yinghong cut him off. “Enough, enough. I’ve already thought it through. It’s decided!”

He rushed right past the topic, almost as though afraid the little cub might change his mind. “Come on, open the livestream room. I’m already dying with impatience!”

Master He’s first livestream lesson went unexpectedly smoothly.

In only a few short minutes, over a thousand people had flooded into the livestream room, and as the lesson progressed, the number kept climbing rapidly.

At first, He Yinghong was a bit stiff and unable to relax. But gradually, he fell into his teaching rhythm.

Lin An’an stayed for a while to listen in on the lesson, then went back to the farm to start the afternoon livestream.

At the farm, a silver-white mech moved nimbly through the fields, gleaming in the sun.

The diligent Shi Xiaoxing had already been streaming for a while. When she saw Lin An’an arrive, she poked her head out from the mech cockpit and teased, “Well, well, our little boss has come to inspect the work!”

The little cub: “…Yingji.”

Nonsense.

He had clearly come to work together with his employee!

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[Hahaha, I can actually see a trace of guilt on cubby’s pitch-black little face. [I’m dying jpg]]

[Baby An: It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it, stop slandering me. [little tentacle covering face jpg]]

[Apples apples! Daily question: when is cubby finally going to start selling apples, qaq?]

[They’ve been ripe for so many days already, and Xingxing has harvested several batches of ripe fruit. Why still no selling? I can’t wait anymore. [excited hand-rubbing jpg]]

[Is cubby planning to stockpile one huge batch so everyone can buy some? [bold guess jpg]]

[Really? Then I’m flying over from A City right now!]

Seeing the barrage, Lin An’an let out a quiet ah-pu laugh in his heart.

He really was planning to stockpile one huge batch—but probably in a way a bit different from what everyone was imagining.

To prevent everyone from being too shocked when that day arrived, Lin An’an decided to reveal a little “inside information” today.

Baby An: [The produce from the farm will not be sold directly to the public.]

[Not directly? Then that means indirectly—or no, wait, does that mean it’ll be sold after processing?]

[Could it maybe be made into dried fruits and vegetables, or vegetable nutrient solution, something like that? [laser-eyed cat jpg]]

Baby An: [It will be processed, but not that kind of processing.]

[Then what kind? [do you see how curious I am jpg]]

[Can you give us a little hint in advance? I’m already excited!]

Baby An: [No. A mysterious person said it should be a surprise for everyone, so I’m not allowed to say.]

The little cub thought for a moment. [It’s a very, very big surprise.]

[A mysterious person appears! ]

[So the mysterious person bought all the produce and plans to process it and sell it again?]

[That’s not bad either. It can reduce a lot of pressure on cubby. Cubby can happily be a farm supplier too. [seal clapping gif]]

[A little more expensive is fine. I’ve always felt cubby was selling things way too cheaply. I want cubby to earn more money.]

[That’s right, that’s right! Auntie has too much money and nowhere to spend it. Dumping it all on cubby would be perfectly fine! [bold statement! jpg]]

[But if that happens, doesn’t that mean it’ll be harder to see Baby An in person when buying produce from now on, qaq?]

The little cub blinked at them very mysteriously. “Yingji!”

One week later.

A mysterious figure dressed in black robes appeared in the marketplace, pushing a cart piled full of fruits and vegetables.

The cart was familiar. The figure was not.

The stall owners in the marketplace all froze. Strange—why wasn’t it Baby An and Brother Wolf and the others?

Someone who had followed the livestream and seen the announcement asked, “Is this the mysterious person Baby An mentioned?”

The mysterious person looked toward him. The oversized hood hid his face completely. He gave a nod, then switched on a pre-recorded sales pitch.

“Fresh healing fruits and vegetables! Special cure for stubborn and difficult illnesses! Miss this stall and there won’t be another one! If you pass by, don’t miss out!!!”

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