The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 586 The Park [Part 3]

"Do I look really that bad?"

Sitting in the passenger seat of the domineering car, Mo Mo opened the vanity mirror, then opened her phone and started touching and kneading her pretty face, as if she wouldn't give up until she found out the reason for A Qing's bad complexion.

Tang You, who was driving, had a dark expression on her face. She raised her hand to block the questioning look that Mo Mo was giving her.

"No, I don't think it's too bad. It's probably just that you just woke up and your blood circulation is slow. You'll probably look rosy again after you get out of the car and run around for a bit."

"If all else fails, just get some glue applied!"

While complaining, Tang You didn't forget to glare at A Qing sitting in the back row.

Why did you suddenly turn on her vanity mode?

"Well"

Ah Qing scratched her head and looked at Mo Mo sitting in the passenger seat, a hint of unease creeping onto her face.

Mo Mo's complexion is normal now, but when she went out, A Qing didn't know if she was seeing things or what, but when she saw Mo Mo, she really felt that her complexion was very strange.

It gives the impression of fluorescent white, or like a ribbonfish that has just been taken out to sea, silvery white and shiny.

"Ah Qing, look quickly! Anti-aircraft gun!"

An Sheng ignored their discussion and instead gazed out the window at the scenery. Botou City didn't have dense, towering buildings; instead, it had distinctive houses and very wide eight-lane highways.

As Tang You turned the steering wheel, the steel plant building and furnace at the end of the road disappeared, and the road turned into a four-lane road. This should be the steel park that Tang You mentioned, with a row of anti-aircraft guns parked along the roadside.

Although those anti-aircraft guns are very old, there are no warning lines around them, so you can go and play with them.

Further inside, An Sheng even saw a 155mm towed howitzer and a self-propelled howitzer.

They didn't put up any warning lines either; they simply removed everything inside, leaving only some machine gun models, and opened the entire place to tourists.

"Wow, it's so thick!"

Ah Qing looked out the car window and immediately saw the straight, upright muzzle of a cannon. Although she didn't understand why, she still remembered what her grandfather had said.

When it comes to equipping weapons, bigger is better, and better is bigger.

Once it's big enough, then you look at whether it's beautiful or not. Things that are full of metallic mechanical beauty are good things!
The anti-aircraft guns outside the window, while not quite possessing a metallic aesthetic, had muzzles much larger than guns.

“那是59式100毫米防空高射炮，仿制以前俄国的型号，放它旁边的是它儿子72式85毫米高射炮和87式.”

Tang You drove into the parking lot, glanced at the anti-aircraft gun placed at the entrance of the Steel Park, and curled her lip:

"They not only held me when I was little, but even my dad held me."

"The real weapon now is a 7-barreled 32mm anti-aircraft gun integrated with a missile system, capable of firing four thousand 'peanuts' at the enemy per minute. I reckon that when my kid is born, these old men in the park will probably be able to hold him."

Although the Steel Park is named a park, it was actually funded by the Norinco Group.

Some retired army and air force equipment will be displayed in the park for tourists to take photos.

Simultaneously.

When colleagues or classmates ask Botou natives who are away from home: "Do you ride horses to school?"

They can answer with great pride: No, when we were kids, we rode in tanks to kindergarten, and in elementary school we flew fighter jets. It's just that in junior and senior high school, for some reason we had to drag anti-aircraft guns and howitzers to school.

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After visiting the park entrance, Tang You leisurely led everyone to the breakfast shop and ordered some specialty noodles.

"Ah Qing, you guys eat first, I'm going to mark out a spot in the park."

An Sheng picked up a meat bun from the table, made a soft moan, and greeted A Qing.

"Then you'd better watch out, or you might get ganged up on by the dogs in the park!"

"Don't stay out too late. We might need to rest somewhere else around noon."

While Ah Qing was studying milk tofu, she heard Xiao An say that he needed to pee and wanted to do parkour on the grass. She told him to be careful when he went out and not to cause trouble.

In the park, Ah Qing wasn't worried about cars, but rather about the little fox being too arrogant and getting beaten up by the dogs. "Are you kidding me! Who do you think I am? I'm fast enough to swat a mosquito, why would I be afraid of dogs? Unless they can travel at maglev speeds!"

An Sheng, with a flick of her fox tail and a raised head, went out with a righteous indignation.

The little fox had just stepped outside when the scallion and beef bun he was holding in his mouth somehow transformed into a cell phone.

An Sheng glanced into the house, then called Tang Lian and asked him to pick her up from the park, as she had some business to attend to in the grasslands later.

After returning and finishing the call, An Sheng sneaked back to the breakfast shop and returned the phone to its owner.

"Thanks, bro!"

An Sheng raised its paw and thanked the British Shorthair blue cat in the airline bag who was munching on a meat bun.

Without the help of this traitor, An Sheng would never have known the stranger's phone password.

"Meow~"

The British Shorthair Blue cat meowed, indicating it was nothing serious.

"Let's have tea sometime."

An Sheng waved his hand and ran towards the park entrance, where he squatted down to wait for Tang Lian to come over.

Today is a bit hectic. I need to research the ability of the evolved eight-tailed fox to visualize spiritual particles. I also promised Old Li to cover my class this afternoon.

The day's schedule is basically complete.

"Grandpa Fox! I'll treat you to a sausage!" Just as An Sheng was pondering the timing, a chubby-faced boy took advantage of his parents' inattention and ran up to An Sheng, pulling out a Shuanghui sausage.

"Ok?"

An Sheng looked at the child with slight surprise and pushed the sausage that was brought to him back: "I appreciate the thought, but I ate a very full supper last night, so I don't need it."

The fox whimpered and declined the child's offer.

But the child didn't leave. Instead, he glanced at his parents who were buying toys behind him, took out a workbook from his backpack, and quietly said, "I'll treat you to a sausage if you help me tear up my National Day homework!"

"I?"

An Sheng stared at the child in astonishment, then looked at the exercise book and a sausage patted on her chest.

"I'm leaving it to you now. I'm going back to my mom and telling her that the fox ate my homework." The little boy threw his schoolbag to An Sheng and ran back with a big smile on his face.

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An Sheng's face darkened. He looked at the workbook, then at the runaway brat, and opened his notebook.

"Oh wow! You did your homework with a pencil!"

"I never imagined that last night, I was still talking about macroeconomics and the First Era ruins. Today, in addition to giving the spirit beasts an introductory lesson, I also have to give the brat a practical lesson on the dangers of the human world."

"When you ask for help from Master Fuli, remember to make a silent wish in your heart, and then say thank you!"

With an elegant expression, Mr. Fuli raised his paw, took an eraser from the pencil case, and began erasing the exercise book.

Do it all.

The ham sausage-loving old fox accepted it, then ran to the mother of the naughty child with a schoolbag in his mouth, nudged her, made a soft moaning sound, and patted the schoolbag in front of him.

"Forehead?"

The female tourist paused, looking at the little fox, then at the backpack lying at her feet: "This..."

When the mischievous child saw his schoolbag return, his pupils dilated in shock, and he stared at Third Master Fox with an incredulous expression.

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Didn't you agree?

You ate my sausage!

(End of this chapter)