Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 601 Ahead of Schedule?

"Shi Jiu?"

"Meow?"

Xu Han's voice and Fei Fei's slightly meowing pulled Yu Shijiu back to reality.

He looked down and saw Fatty leaning against his waist, gently rubbing against his lower abdomen with its hind legs.

"Meow~"

The plump, no, orange tabby stared at him with its round eyes, making continuous meowing sounds.

"..."

Yu Shijiu's heart softened instantly. He barely managed to resist the urge to reach out and rub the chubby head, and sighed:

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's get to the point and finish the story as soon as possible."

You know you're stopping him from petting the cat?!

Xu Han, who was standing next to him, was speechless.

He stared in shock at Yu Shijiu, who had switched modes in a second, and swallowed back the "Holy crap" that he almost uttered.

Sometimes... Yu Shijiu is really strange, kind of scary—like this seamless transition between emotions!!!

Xu Han was even more envious.

If he weren't currently in a game instance and afraid of being alone and easily killed, he would definitely go back to his room and cry his heart out for half an hour—no! For an hour!!!

Lu Chusheng, who had completely succumbed to the feline instinct to comfort humans (which wasn't actually the case), blushed. His fluffy, yellowish cat ears twitched almost imperceptibly. He licked his lips in a fluster, pretending he remembered nothing.

Um...it wasn't him.

It's Fatty.

All of Fatty's actions just now... were subconscious.

Having successfully brainwashed himself, Lu Chusheng's ears were no longer hot, his face was no longer red, and he regained his composure, continuing to follow Yu Shijiu forward.

The sleeping Fatty in my mind: ...Can you please stop blaming me, who's still sleeping, meow!!! That's too much, meow!!!

In a private room, outside the live broadcast screen, the doctor hissed softly, adjusted his glasses which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and stared at "Feifei" on the screen with a complicated expression.

"...It seems the frequency of being assimilated by Laibao has increased again?"

The doctor gently traced the words "assimilation" on the paper with his pen, finally circling the word "assimilation".

"That's not right, Brother Lu's eyes seem pretty clear-headed."

He was completely baffled, and finally pinched his brow hard, when something suddenly flashed through his mind.

Wait... could it be—

The man, who looked refined and handsome and probably no more than thirty years old, suddenly contorted his face for several seconds.

"What a beast."

The doctor took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. His hand holding the black pen suddenly lost its grip, and the pen fell to the ground with a crisp "snap".

"...Didn't we agree that I would only treat him as a younger brother?"

What on earth is that beast Lu Chusheng thinking?

The doctor was so shocked by his own guess that he didn't know what to say. He slowly picked up the black pen and glanced at "Feifei" with his head down on the screen several times, his expression becoming increasingly complicated.

He was certain that before regaining his fragmented memories, Lu Chusheng had indeed regarded Yu Shijiu as a "younger brother" or something similar... But would someone be so upset about being a "younger brother" that they would put aside their pride and "act cute and spoiled" for a while?

Especially someone like Lu Chusheng.

The doctor felt that if he wasn't overthinking things, then there must be something wrong with his brain.

Based on his many years of medical experience, Lu Chusheng definitely had ulterior motives towards Yu Shijiu!

"Oh my god..."

The doctor looked at Lu Chusheng, who had regained his composure on the screen, with a mix of a headache and schadenfreude, and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Really... I never expected this."

Is there something Lu Chusheng is hiding from him?

Boom boom boom!

The sudden knocking on the door interrupted the doctor's fascination with the gossip.

He composed himself, stood up, and walked towards the door, the gossipy expression on his face gone.

"Lin Feng?"

"doctor."

The tall woman standing outside the door looked troubled and said:

"I just got the news... the guild points tournament has been moved up."

The doctor's habitual smile froze. "Ahead of schedule?"

"Yes."

Lin Feng nodded, "Probably in about a week."

"..." Upon hearing this, the doctor quickly calculated the time, his heart sinking slightly: "...There's still time."

He calculated the time it took for Lu Chusheng to emerge from the game instance and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I understand. Go and remind the others who are going to participate in the points competition."

Lin Feng frowned upon hearing this: "Then, what about Brother Lu..."

"Brother Lu, let me speak."

The doctor, who was the only one in the entire inspection team who knew the true nature of Lu Chusheng's talent skills, remained expressionless.

"Brother Lu has been a bit busy lately, so you can tell me anything important first."

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

"You too," the doctor reminded her as she was about to leave, "Try to pull yourself out of your past memories, Lin Feng. I heard you're also participating in this qualifying tournament."

"..."

Lin Feng paused in her turn, remained silent for a few seconds, and then hesitated before saying:

"Sorry, I thought I could manage the side effects when I signed up, but... I'm going to cancel my registration later—"

"Lin Feng".

The doctor grabbed her arm and whispered, "You can control yourself."

"It's just a minor emotional issue; there's no need to keep trapping yourself in past memories."

"Based on my observations, you now clearly have an 80% or higher chance of controlling the side effects—"

"doctor."

Lin Feng suddenly interrupted the doctor, "I know, I said I know."

The doctor stood there, stunned, his brow furrowed in a deep frown.

"then you--"

“I’m in control. If there’s a 90% or higher chance of success, I’ll choose to continue participating in the points-based tournament.”

Lin Feng's voice was very low. She seemed to take a deep breath and then turned to bow to the doctor.

"I'll try my best."

Lin Feng bowed her head very low: "Thank you for your help all this time."

doctor:"……"

He looked at the tall woman in front of him, who was about the same age as him, and sighed.

"it is good."

The doctor smiled, reached out to help Lin Feng up, and said:

"I believe you."

Lin Feng subconsciously wanted to look up—"But Lin Feng."

The doctor's voice rang out from above her: "Do I really look that old?"

Lin Feng: "?"

She looked up in surprise and saw the doctor touching his face and even taking off the gold-rimmed glasses that were perched on his nose.

"Does being a doctor really make you age faster?"

The doctor solemnly wiped his glasses with his sleeve. "Looks like I'll have to think about changing careers after I get out of here."

Lin Feng: "..."

She was both amused and exasperated, and could only shake her head: "No, it's not."

"...It's what I think should be—"

"Stop saying 'it'."

The doctor raised his hand to stop her from saying "should," saying, "We are the same age, thank you."

Lin Feng: "..."

Fine.