The Cannon Fodder Real Young Master is a Slime?! - Chapter 16

“Teacher, this is the information you wanted.”

After Shi Yunmu completely plucked clean the mycelium and hard substances from his remaining Mushroom Crow corpse, he deliberately made it look even more unpresentable and unbearable to look at before following along to place it at the classroom door.

However, even though several days had passed by now, he had not yet been found trouble with.

But Shi Yunmu was not in a hurry either; trouble would naturally deliver itself to the door, so he would just live his own life well first.

For example, helping the original owner complete the work-study task he had registered for last semester.

The teacher in the Academic Affairs Office did not even lift their head, continuing to process documents: “Just put it here, thank you for your hard work.”

However, the student in front of them looked familiar, consistently and silently doing a good job with the part-time work, so the Academic Affairs Office teacher still took a moment from their busy schedule to lift their head, offering superficial and polite concern: “By the way, your studies and everything recently should be quite good, right? If you have difficulties, talk to the teacher in a timely manner.”

“Thank you for your concern, teacher.” The youth lifted his eyelids and gave a shallow smile, his smile somewhat bashful, “Actually, I have been much better recently. I got married, and my husband transfers money to me.”

And wasn’t that just the case; Lu Que would occasionally transfer two red packets to confirm whether this marriage partner of his, who was still attending university, was capable of taking care of himself.

But this sentence, in the ears of the Academic Affairs Office teacher, completely changed its flavor.

He completely lifted his head in a daze, watching this “diligent and conscientious” student leave, before his brain slowly started to rotate: This student, at such a young age… has already become a pampered wife?

Shi Yunmu, who had become a “pampered wife” in the eyes of the teacher, hummed a song and walked out of the administration building in an extremely good mood.

Xiao Wei held fast to his post, vigilantly observing in all directions with his eyes and ears open: “Master, I have discovered that someone is tailing us.”

Shi Yunmu did not stop his footsteps, acting exactly as if he had not heard this sentence: “No hurry.”

“Master, are we not going to care about it?”

“We won’t care,” Shi Yunmu said, “What I am waiting for is exactly for them to come and tail me.”

If he didn’t let the other party actively provoke him, how could he engage in justifiable defense?

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; one still had to comply with the norms of human society after all ^^

Pretending not to see the fellows tailing behind him, Shi Yunmu carried himself with a completely natural and composed expression as he got into the car.

The man responsible for driving him back home slightly lifted his eyes, watching Shi Yunmu skillfully strap on the seat belt: “You don’t have any more classes?”

Shi Yunmu waved his hand grandly: “The school doesn’t arrange any classes on Friday afternoons, let’s go!”

“…Mm.”

The car started up, and Shi Yunmu spoke up with great enthusiasm and chatter: “Hubby, I see people on the internet… married couples all have to go on weekend dates to enhance their feelings! How about we also go out to play?”

This was an all-too-obvious excuse.

Clearly, a certain magical creature’s desire to go out and play had already been revealed completely.

Lu Que refused with absolute composure: “No time, need to work overtime.”

“Alright then.” Although Shi Yunmu was a little disappointed, it was also within expectations: professions that serve the people are just like this, he understood.

Seeing that the youth’s ahoge had even drooped down, Lu Que glanced over, paused for a moment, and still said after all: “But what we eat for lunch today can be decided by you.”

The ahoge “swish-ed” right back up again: “Really?” Shi Yunmu said shyly, “I want to eat takeout.”

His brows knitted together unconsciously, and Lu Que did not quite approve: “Eating takeout is unhealthy.”

Shi Yunmu mumbled: “But I have never eaten it before.”

“I will cook for you, don’t eat takeout, is that okay?” Lu Que used a negotiating tone.

Shi Yunmu accepted it: “That works too.”

It happened to be a red light at the intersection, so Lu Que took a moment to unlock his phone and open the supermarket interface: “Whatever you want to eat, just select it into the shopping cart yourself.”

Shi Yunmu fixed his gaze and looked; it was a supermarket fresh food delivery interface.

Speaking of which, humans really are strange; doesn’t delivering food ingredients also count as a type of takeout?

He scrolled up through the commodities out of boredom, his gaze falling upon the salmon. Pointing at the picture of the salmon, Shi Yunmu asked Lu Que curiously: “Is this delicious?”

“Want to eat it?” Lu Que took a look, “It can be made into a poke bowl.”

“Great! Then let’s eat this!” Shi Yunmu directly chose to follow unconditionally.

Having decided on what to eat, the remaining ingredients were still judged and purchased by the person doing the cooking. Only after ticking the items and waiting for delivery was it considered officially confirmed.

By the time they drove back home, the delivered ingredients happened to be hanging at the door as well.

After briefly inspecting the ingredients, Lu Que said to Shi Yunmu: “I’ll go make it, you go play by yourself for a while first.”

Shi Yunmu was startled, watching the man naturally enter the kitchen to rummage and find the apron. He scratched his hair, a inexplicable feeling welling up in his heart: Why does it feel like the other party seems to be treating him like a human child?

Really strange.

He went back to his room to put his things down, and along the way hid Xiao Wei in the bedroom, before coming out to wait for the feeding, during which he did not forget to open his game to clear his daily missions.

A poke bowl is not difficult; Lu Que had made it many times, so he was quite familiar with the path, and it was soon brought to the table.

Shi Yunmu looked at the salmon poke bowl in front of him drizzled with sauce; he touched it, and it was raw food.

He had some doubts, but Shi Yunmu still scooped a large spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.

Instantly, his eyes lit up again: Fresh!

So fresh!

Unable to hold back, the youth began to clear away the remaining fish meat and rice like wind sweeping away remnants of clouds.

This was the third meal Shi Yunmu had eaten that Lu Que made for him, and Shi Yunmu had confirmed it: it turns out there are good people among humans.

For example, his husband!

Just for the sake of this excellent craftsmanship, he condescended to completely decide to spare the other party’s life.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Shi Yunmu did not even need to help clear the plates; the man had already stood up silently, bringing along Shi Yunmu’s completely clean bowl in passing.

Rubbing his round and bulging stomach, Shi Yunmu leaned back against the chair back relaxedly, moving his legs.

Perhaps the force was somewhat large, as the side of his leg bumped into the table leg. The dining table shook, and a cup placed right on the edge of the tabletop opposite him looked as if it were about to fall down because of this shaking.

A slender tentacle extended out, steadily catching the cup that was about to crash to the ground.

Only after doing all this did Shi Yunmu realize what he had done.

Oh no, he had only just recovered a little bit of magic power and had not completely adapted yet, which also resulted in him unconsciously releasing some tentacles to do things!

A rustling sound attracted the man in the kitchen; he was wiping a bowl as he walked out: “What’s wrong?”

Shi Yunmu looked at that cup which had been repositioned back in place, pretending it had nothing to do with him: “…The cup fell.”

Lu Que glanced toward the cup that had indeed shifted positions, and then took a look at the distance between the cup and the youth, as if he understood something.

He spoke up as if thoughtlessly: “The cup is very far from you, how did you catch it?”

Shi Yunmu really did not expect the other party to bring this question right out into the open to speak of it. He found an explanation: “A flying pounce! I caught it with a flying pounce!”

Even though this explanation was clumsy, he could not find a better reason.

“Is that so?” Lu Que did not seem to believe it.

Biting his teeth, Shi Yunmu said: “I can repeat it for you to see…”

“It’s fine,” the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and Lu Que said indifferently, “I believe you.”

Shi Yunmu breathed a sigh of relief, but still could not quite believe he had passed the test: “You really believe me?”

“Mm.” Lu Que nodded, turning around to continue wiping dry the water stains on the bowls and chopsticks.

By his ear was Shi Yunmu’s obvious sound of breathing a sigh of relief. His finger pads rubbed against the edge of the porcelain plate, the man’s dark eyes darkening.

His surveillance… seemed somewhat redundant.

Let’s continue observing.

By the time Lu Que finished wiping the bowls, the one person and one magical creature went out the door together: Lu Que went to work overtime, while Shi Yunmu went to pick up his express delivery.

Having just fleeced the fleece off of Father Shi, the very first thing Shi Yunmu did was buy a game console and game cassettes.

It hadn’t even been a month since he came to the human world, and the slime was already a qualified, severe internet-addicted patient.

“I’m leaving, send a WeChat message if anything happens.” The car window rolled down, and Lu Que looked toward Shi Yunmu.

The youth waved his hand with a beaming smile: “Mm-mm, bye-bye hubby!”

Lu Que glanced at Shi Yunmu once more with uneasiness, but he still drove away after all: surveillance cameras and detectors were installed all over the neighborhood, and the other party had been considered quite well-behaved during his university period, so today should be no exception.

Watching Lu Que leave, the “quite well-behaved” youth then swaggered right out of the neighborhood.

Picking up the express delivery was merely one of his purposes.

Turning left and right through seven twists and eight turns, Shi Yunmu deliberately walked to a small alleyway without surveillance. Sure enough, people walked out from both front and back, blocking his path.

The one leading them was still that familiar guy with Sanpaku eyes.

He smiled maliciously: “Oh my, Master Shi, for someone with such a precious body of yours, why do you live in such a broken-down and shabby old neighborhood?”

Shi Yunmu had his hands shoved in his pockets, his standing posture lazy, completely stripped of the well-behaved obedience he showed in front of Lu Que: “If I don’t live here, am I supposed to live together with Shi Yubai? That would be quite disgusting.”

“Furthermore,” he let out a sigh, showing off his glittering and flashing ring, “it’s impossible to form a clear understanding with you people who aren’t married.”

The Sanpaku eyes guy: “…” Why would someone show off their wedding ring under such a tense atmosphere?

He spat “bah”, his expression becoming fierce and sinister: “Why the hell am I talking nonsense with you! All together, go!”

Shi Yunmu’s expression did not change, appearing as if he did not realize the urgency of the situation at all.

Perhaps, in his eyes, the situation did not even count as urgent.

In the small alleyway where signs of people were scarce, muffled groans, the sound of breaking air, and the muffled thuds of fists hitting flesh resounded repeatedly, until only one person remained standing on the entire street.

The youth shook his numbed hand, which had bloodstains scraped from the beating. He looked down with contempt at the fellows rolling on the ground, every single one of whom was muscular, tall, and big, but unfortunately black and blue, clutching their faces and wailing.

Shi Yunmu shook his head: “Sigh, none of you can even compare to one of my tentacles.”

Not knowing what kind of metaphor this was, the Sanpaku eyes guy only knew that he had been beaten by the person before his eyes to the point where he couldn’t even see clearly.

Terror filling his heart, he shouted: “You, how could you possibly be this strong?!”

Shi Yunmu tilted his head: “Why can’t I be this strong?”

Seeing that the Sanpaku eyes guy still wanted to say something, Shi Yunmu, however, had no patience to listen.

His ears twitched, his comfortable and cozy expression suddenly receding entirely, and instinct sounded an alarm in his heart!

These humans were nothing to be feared, but something even more dangerous had come over!

Shi Yunmu pursed his lips, wanting to leave directly, but a shadow had already enveloped the entire small alleyway.

The Sanpaku eyes guy exerted effort wanting to lift his head, and after seeing clearly the thing above his head, wished he could roll his eyes and faint right away: “What is this…”

Shi Yunmu’s expression was grave; he naturally recognized the thing above his head: the Ten-Legged Spider.

A magical creature from the abyss that was relatively difficult to deal with.

Paying no heed to the human beings lying on the ground who had uniformly started pretending to be dead, the spider’s giant head extended toward Shi Yunmu, countless blood-red compound eyes staring dead at the youth, its fangs moving slightly: “On your body… there is the scent of ▏▎▍█.”

Shi Yunmu paused; what kind of thing was that?

But right now, with his current magic power, there was no way for him to contend with a Ten-Legged Spider in its prime; he had to have specific materials to completely resolve it.

“Kill, kill…” The spider’s fangs were still shaking, appearing as if that indistinct word was the taboo it hated the most, “I want to kill everything related to that human!”

A sharp shriek was emitted from inside the spider’s body, and it rushed toward Shi Yunmu!

Run!

The youth did not hesitate in the slightest to transform into his jelly original form; such a small and nimble body shape in the small alleyway was more advantageous compared to the clumsy spider. After another burst of seven twists and eight turns, rolling and rolling, he vanished from sight.

As for those humans on the ground?

The slime was not so good-hearted as to go save people who had wanted to beat him up.

Watching the slime disappear in exasperation, white spider silk slowly fell down, wrapping up those humans on the ground who were unable to move.

The Sanpaku eyes guy looked at himself gradually being enwrapped by the spider silk in despair, finally realizing…

He had provoked something he shouldn’t have provoked.

Right now, the Ten-Legged Spider did not seem to dare enter the neighborhood yet, and Shi Yunmu had no mind to pick up his express delivery either, running all the way in one breath to the bottom of the neighborhood’s apartment building.

He happened to run into Lu Que, who was coming back holding a cup of milk tea.

A few shades of surprise surfaced in the man’s pitch-black eyes: “Weren’t you picking up an express delivery? Why did it take so long?”

He also looked panting and out of breath.

Shi Yunmu adjusted his breathing, said “it’s nothing,” and raised his hand wanting to brush his messy hair.

His gaze falling upon the back of the youth’s hand, the man’s gaze grew sharp, and he reached out to grasp his wrist: “What happened? You’re injured?”

Shi Yunmu looked along Lu Que’s line of sight, only to discover that at some point there were abrasions on the back of his hand, as well as some red marks from the beating that had not completely healed yet.

However, it should heal very quickly; after all, he himself was a magical creature.

He wanted to tug his hand back, saying indistinctly: “It’s nothing much, just took a fall.”

Paying no attention to the slime’s still clumsy reason, the man said: “Let me see.”

He let Shi Yunmu hold the milk tea, while he himself took band-aids out from his pocket.

Shi Yunmu was quite surprised: “You actually carry this with you…”

“Mm, sometimes colleagues get injured.” The man explained indifferently, lowering his eyes to apply them nicely onto the places where Shi Yunmu was more heavily injured.

Shi Yunmu looked toward the man who had his head lowered, strands of hair falling lightly and sweeping past those sharp brows and eyes; that focused expression attracted one to involuntarily explore.

The slime hesitated once again.

Thinking of the spider, he still resolved to warn him: “Actually… someone was bullying me just now.”

The large hand grasping his wrist tightened suddenly, and the man abruptly lifted his eyes to look toward Shi Yunmu: “Who?”

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