Chapter 233
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Chapter 233: Lin Yu’s Dog
I am a dog.
From the moment of my birth, I understood this truth with crystalline clarity—even discerning my own gender.
Ah, of course I’m female—a bitch through and through.
The place of my birth teemed with all sorts of canines, but truth be told, they were dim-witted, grubby creatures prone to incessant yapping. Since puppyhood, I’d never deigned to frolic with them.
This space held not just dogs, but a perpetual stream of two-legged visitors.
Yes, humans.
Strangely enough, I recognized their nature instantly upon first sight—as if primordial knowledge had been etched into my bones.
Yet mysteries remained. What exactly was this place where I’d been whelped?
Through seasons of observation, I deciphered patterns: the constant human traffic, the periodic disappearance of my kin when patrons paid silver coins to the shopkeeper.
Gradually, I learned to parse human speech and gestures.
This was a Pet Shop—a marketplace for peddling puppies and kittens.
Our consent meant nothing. Any paying customer could claim us, though truthfully, none of my simple-minded brethren ever protested. They were dogs, after all (what else could one expect?).
Yet I harbored no desire to be chosen.
Who knew what fate awaited beyond these walls? Perhaps luxury, perhaps cruelty. More importantly, I refused to debase myself like those witless curs, wagging tails and yipping sycophantic "woofs" for human favor!
Hmph!
My aloofness served me well—few patrons glanced my way. When the occasional fool did, a bared fang and guttural growl sent them scurrying.
I’d resigned myself to lifelong residence in this Pet Shop… until the day she appeared.
A girl—no, a vision in school uniform—materialized like moonlight piercing stormclouds.
The instant she entered, every drooling simpleton in the kennel erupted into tail-churning ecstasy. Even the shopkeeper and other customers turned slack-jawed.
Me? I remained utterly…
…alright, perhaps my tail twitched once.
Countless beauties had graced this establishment before, yet none stirred my interest. Why now? Why her?
Not that it mattered. How could such a celestial being notice…
No! Even for her, I wouldn’t grovel like common mutts! Lovely faces often mask cruel hearts—she might be an animal-torturing demoness! Absolutely not worth…
Ignore. Ignore. Resume napping…
Then the girl circled the store. She bypassed the kittens and other pets entirely, fixing her attention on canine after canine in the puppy section.
"I’ll take this one."
Oh? A selection made?
I wonder which lucky… no, which poor soul got pick—
My thoughts freeze as my perspective suddenly elevates.
They’re lifting me!
"Are you certain about this pup, miss?"
The shopkeeper’s voice vibrates through my carrier.
Huh?!
Me? She chose me?
"The others didn’t appeal to me."
"None at all? Might I ask your reasoning?"
"I dislike needy creatures that crave constant affection."
"Understandable… but this one’s rather temperamental."
I’d never act like that!
Wait—I mean… that was just an act, actually—
"Oh well. Never mind then."
Wait! Hold on!
She pivots toward the exit.
Did I scare her off? Yet her expression remains impassive…
No time! She’s actually leaving!
What now?
Some primal instinct screams that letting her walk away would haunt me eternally…
"Arf!"
Ugh… that pathetic noise! Mortifying…
But her shoulders tense. She’s turning back!
Those cool eyes study me…
Think! Maybe mimic those obsequious mutts…
Never! I’d rather chew my paw off than grovel! That single bark already shattered my dignity!
Though perhaps indifference works better?
Her footsteps approach again.
"Your price?"
Ah, she’s really going to buy me!
How much? No charge!
Though the store manager did accept some money from her in the end, the amount was minimal.
I can’t help feeling looked down upon… should’ve bitten him hard before leaving.
…
Then I was packed into a pet carrier, carried away by this cold-faced beauty.
Hmm, should I address her as Master now?
Truth be told, she’s strikingly beautiful—passersby focused more on her than the utterly adorable little yellow dog.
We reached the intersection and took a taxi home.
To my surprise, her residence turned out to be quite spacious—a three-story villa.
Yet the place felt hollow, devoid of other occupants and sparsely furnished.
Upon entering, the girl’s icy demeanor visibly softened.
She set down the carrier and knelt to open its door.
Freedom at last.
"Welcome. This will be your home from now on."
She paused, then corrected herself.
"No, our home."
There’s something different about her compared to our Pet Shop encounter.
Hmm… like she’s lowered her defenses?
Regardless, new environment means new adaptations!
Food, water, shelter—you bought me, so these are your responsibilities now!
What’s expected of me?
Nothing! I won’t grovel for affection or chase thrown objects like those simple-minded mutts!
…
Several days later.
"Yellow Hair, which equipment should I get next? This… or this? For lane phase I should counterbuild, but my hero’s better at roaming and we’re approaching mid-game…"
Ugh… who could follow this jargon!
"Woof!"
And stop calling me Yellow Hair!
Though her lap makes a comfy seat, fragrant with subtle perfume.
The game’s mechanics escape me still,
though I grasp the basics—five versus five, victory through shattering the enemy nexus.
As for my owner…
Her strategic theories sound impressive, yet her screen frequently turns gray.
"Oh? You agree this item’s the right choice?"
"…"
Yet…
This supposedly aloof girl talks incessantly.
Though ostensibly addressing me—who holds hour-long conversations with a dog?
Loneliness.
My conclusion after days of observation.
No visitors—family or friends—have appeared.
She handles everything alone: laundry, meals, cleaning.
This cavernous villa has always been her solitary domain.
AlwaysTired
…The sad backstory decided to appear