The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 561 Warm, hospitable, and authentic

"Principal Li is joking. I'm just a country woman from the mountains. How could I possibly have the talent to write academic papers?"

Faced with Li Wenkang's exaggerated praise, Wu Qingqing, who was training three spirit beasts, looked over and responded with a warm smile, declining those strange titles that had nothing to do with her.

Born in 1969, she barely attended primary school, learned some characters and math, and was completely unrelated to professors.

Although he later continued his studies, he only studied veterinary medicine.

In stark contrast to Wu Qingqing's warm smile was the human-faced beetle, lying on the ground, clutching its charred rear end, groaning in pain.

The fleshy spirit mushroom that Miel had transformed into, and the golden eagle whose feathers had been plucked, were both silent and trembling.

"So, what are they doing?" An Sheng asked with some doubt, looking towards the tent where Wu Qingqing and the others appeared to be interrogating, but it didn't seem like they were doing so.

When I asked Li Wenkang about his doubts, he didn't answer them directly. Instead, he gave me a quackery paper called "The Scourge of God".

"Training dogs."

Li Wenkang smiled faintly and said, "Once we understand the core of their religious thought that 'God's chosen people will not lose,' we can use their logic to imprint an ideological mark on their minds and bloodlines."

“By becoming God’s messenger, I teach them the core values. Although it may not make them do good, it is enough to make them remember one thing for all eternity.”

"Our policy of keeping a low profile is not due to a lack of strength, but simply because we understand that our operating funds come from the hard work of the people. Every penny is imbued with blood, sweat, and emotion, and we should use our wealth to make society a better place."

"If the blood, sweat, and emotions on the tax revenue cannot be transformed into nutrients to nourish the flowerbed and help the seedlings grow strong, then they can only be transformed into steel and blood to be poured on the enemy."

"After all, energy is conserved." Li Wenkang said with a smile, looking at the three miserable spirit beasts, "From now on, if anything happens in the borderlands that affects us, even if it's just dust splashing on us, we will hold them accountable!"

"If we don't create 30,000 jobs, it would be a disservice to us for taking time out of our busy schedules to 'torture' them!"

"You're going to build a factory in the northern border region, right?"

Li Wenkang's question took such a dramatic turn that the three spirit beasts were still trying to process it.

But Wu Qingqing's punishment arrived as expected, with a bright red cigarette lighter already in place.

The three beasts clutched their buttocks and screamed.

"Seeing Professor Wu's dog training methods suddenly reminded me of a 'friend of canines,' the famous Mr. Pavlov." The little fox uttered a name, commenting on the scene before him:
"After this treatment, when I pick up the bell, will the three of them drool?"

"If so, that would be very fitting." Pavlov was a scientist from the Russian Kingdom, and the three evil beasts in front of him were also born in the Russian Kingdom.

They used scientists from the Rakshasa Kingdom to conduct experiments and entertained Rakshasa people of European origin.

The security bureau is being too nice to them, isn't it?

I immediately treated them to some local dishes.

"Ringing a bell probably won't work, but picking up a cigarette butt, or remembering something red, will probably make them nervous."

"This reminds me of Professor Wu's teaching courses."

After thinking for a moment, Li Wenkang gave a relatively affirmative answer. After all, he couldn't be sure whether those beasts that had fallen into Professor Wu's hands were at risk of recovery.

"but."

"Let's not disturb their class. For them, this is a rare break time for exercise. A balance between work and rest is essential for them to better prepare for the Chinese exam."

Ninety-nine percent of foreigners don't understand classical Chinese.

But it is precisely because they don't understand that they have to be tested, so that they can constantly recall and consolidate their knowledge, thus forming a conditioned response that is deeply ingrained in their bones.

Lord Fuli rode on the back of Lord Yaoquan Mountain, following Li Wenkang into the camp.

Yaoquanshanjun looked around the camp with great curiosity, observing all the new and interesting things.

The well-proportioned warrior jogs, constantly maintaining his peak physical condition.

There were also some people carrying yellow buckets, circling around the strange, giant steel spider, applying oil. And there were enormous bottles and jars, all things Yaoquanshanjun had never seen before.

Everything in the camp was new and exciting, and Yaoquanshanjun looked forward to his studies even more.

"Huh? Weren't we looking for Nene? Why are we heading towards the archives now?"

Seeing Li Wenkang turn left and walk straight towards the archives where Wang Ya was, An Sheng asked with some doubt.

“Nene? He just fell asleep and shouldn’t have the strength to get up and see us. The statement is on the table; we can go get it in a bit.”

"He's become confident and cheerful; he's no longer the little shrimp who only thinks about his mother," Li Wenkang said casually.

"You entertained him?" An Sheng asked curiously.

"No, as soon as he sat down on the regret chair, he couldn't control himself and pooped all over the place. He cried as he carried the bucket and helped clean up the camp all night before going back to sleep."

"Yes, we filmed it with a drone. We also saw that before he went to sleep, he consciously put on a medical diaper so as not to soil the bed." Li Wenkang shrugged, indicating that he had never seen such a cooperative prisoner.

"However, he made one request: that we not burn his shrimp veins with a cigarette lighter."

An Sheng remained silent, subconsciously glancing sideways at Professor Wu's location.

However, due to the obstruction of the tents, An Sheng could not see Professor Wu, who was maintaining order during the morning exercises, but he could vaguely hear happy "waaaaa" sounds.

Entering the office filled with cardboard boxes, Wang Ya, who was leading her team to decipher ancient characters, sat at her desk, rubbing her eyes wearily. Even without being told, one could see the haggardness emanating from her.

The knowledge bestowed upon her by the dragon people was like a library that existed only in her mind.

Wang Ya needs to search, match, and translate the inscriptions on the ruins into modern language.

The whole process is extremely mentally taxing, and it's impossible to access or fully memorize what you need at any time.

"Professor Wang, I brought you coffee." Li Wenkang knocked on the office door, a smile on his face, and called out to Wang Ya, who was working at her desk.

"Thank you, no."

Wang Ya snapped out of her daze, forced a smile, and was about to politely refuse the caffeinated drink.

Although she was in human form, deep down she always considered herself a female fox.

How can a canine drink caffeinated beverages?
only.

Before Wang Ya could finish speaking, she saw a human-shaped tiger standing at the doorway.

On the tiger's shoulder, perched a chubby fox.

"hiss--"

Before Wang Ya could finish her refusal, she felt a sudden jolt in her mind, as if her skull had been pried open and peppermint extract had been poured into her brain. A wave of coolness traveled through her spine and swept away her fatigue instantly.

"Master Fuli!"

"Tigret!"

Wang Ya's face showed excitement, and she jumped up from in front of her desk. Although she tried to suppress it, her eyes occasionally revealed a fanaticism.

Hello! I'm Wang Ya.

Wang Ya took Yaoquanshan Jun's tiger paw and squeezed it tightly, feeling the soft, fluffy tiger-beastman's paw pads.

"And there's Master Fuli," Wang Ya said gracefully, taking Master Fuli's small hand in hers and shaking it, her face full of happiness.

"Huh? Where did Little Flower go?" Master Fuli subtly withdrew his hand and began to change the subject.

(End of this chapter)