FMLB Chapter 157

Extra Chapter Twelve

 

Waking up in the morning, Ruge opened his eyes to find the bed empty. Xi Guican and Baldy had disappeared somewhere, while Bobo was asleep on the water bed. Although Bobo could now conjure legs, he preferred staying in the water, so he usually slept on the small water bed at night.

 

Ruge was stuck in the soft covers and didn’t want to get up for a moment. He reached for his light brain, preparing to watch “Joyful Source.” 

 

Nowadays, the first thing Ruge did every morning was to open his light brain and follow Xi Guican’s posts.

 

It felt peculiar, as if he was seeing their life from another perspective. If Xi Guican didn’t document these things, he might never touch upon the soft side of Xi Guican that was unknown to others.

 

That tenderness didn’t belong to him. 

 

Yet Ruge felt it was good this way.

 

Every time he saw Xi Guican’s posts, his mood unconsciously improved. However, this time, what Ruge saw was a line of small red text:

 

[This post has been deleted!]

 

Ruge: “???”

 

Then he saw the trending topics:

 

#Marshal Xi;s Cubs are Ill#

 

#Baldy’s Paw Photo#

 

#Xi Guican’s Flashy Cub Post#

 

#Xi Guican and Ruge’s Two Cubs#

 

#White Tiger Cub Baldy and Mermaid Cub Bobo#

 

#Mermaid Bobo#

 

#Xi Guican’s Deleted Post#

 

#Xi Guican is Family-oriented#

 

#Marshal’s Cubs Cute Matching Underpants#

 

#Immortal Cubs#

 

Death may be late, but it will never be absent.

 

Once upon a time, there was a Marshal with a big mouth who met his demise. Before the post was surrounded by billions of netizens, he decisively deleted the post and then lay flat pretending to be dead.

 

All the hot topics were about the Marshal’s family and their cubs.

 

To the outside world, Xi Guican’s military uniform was always rigid and upright, every crease exuded a decisive aura, and every button was fastened to the top. However, a photo on the hot topics overturned the public’s perception:

 

The military coat draped over him, the crisp white shirt was wrinkled, and the first four buttons were undone, revealing a sexy collarbone and a sturdy chest. It looked like a man in a rush out the door, not even having the time to dress properly.

 

This time, neither the military cap nor the mask were worn, and his fluffy silver hair was slightly disheveled.

 

In the photo, the man lowered his head, one hand cradling an unidentified round object inside the coat, while the other gently pinched a pink little paw with his index finger and thumb.

 

No one could see what the round object inside the coat looked like, but everyone could see the unusually gentle blue eyes of His Excellency the Marshal.

 

The angle of his lowered head made his eyelashes appear unusually long, like snowflakes accumulating. 

 

Always “keeping away from strangers,” His Excellency the Marshal, after softening his expression, could harvest the hearts of an interstellar audience with that gentle charm.

 

Because this tenderness was rarely seen, it was especially valuable.

 

The comments were like this:

 

“Ahhh Dad! Do you need another son?! One that can’t fit under the coat!”

 

“That collarbone! Ahhh who wants to join me in stripping the Marshal’s clothes?!”

 

“Oh my, the little paw is too cute! Ah Wei is dead.”

 

“Oh my god, his little paw is so tiny! You can hold it with two fingers! The paw pads are pink, so girly! I really want to boop it, am I weird?!”

 

“The Marshal’s gaze is killing meeee”

 

“The Marshal is great in every way, it’s just a pity he married early and had kids early.”

 

“I want to lie on the Marshal’s sturdy and broad chest! I also want to hug the Marshal’s cubs!!!”

 

“Since you all want Marshal and Baldy, then Ruge and Bobo from the Marshal’s family belong to me!”

 

“Hey upstairs, what are you thinking? Ruge is already in my bed!”

 

“Wuwuwu did any of you see the Marshal’s post?! The post got deleted, does any kind-hearted person have screenshots? Good Samaritan, have a safe life!”

 

“I saw it! The Marshal’s exploding with tenderness and being an interstellar rarity as a good dad and husband!”

 

“I want a dad like him”

 

……

 

The nurse’s hospital has been exposed. It is said that people from other galaxies have traveled thousands of miles to the hospital today. That hospital has inexplicably become a popular hospital.

 

The nurse only took a picture of Baldy’s little paw, but because of Xi Guican’s post, the entire interstellar community knows he has two cubs, one named Baldy and one named Bobo. 

 

Although the post was deleted, many fans managed to follow all the posts and cleverly took screenshots to help others understand, being kind-hearted members of the interstellar community.

 

After Ruge sorted out the sequence of events, he looked back at the line of small red text and inexplicably felt the embarrassment Xi Guican must have felt after the post was deleted.

 

Just as Ruge couldn’t help but laugh, the door suddenly pushed open gently.

 

Xi Guican returned dusty, carrying Baldy.

 

Because the post mentioned buttons, Ruge specifically looked at Xi Guican’s attire and found that this time, all the buttons were neatly fastened.

 

Yes, they had to be fastened tightly like this.

 

Xi Guican tiptoed to Ruge’s side and whispered softly, “Let’s return to our private star for a short stay.” 

 

He mentioned the purple forest and the house’s design in the post, which might lead people to find their residence. To avoid unnecessary disturbances before the hype subsides, Xi Guican felt it necessary to lay low.

 

Ruge also leaned close to Xi Guican’s ear and whispered, “You… got… caught… ha… ha… ha…” 

 

The trending topics had caused such a commotion that pretending ignorance was impossible for him.

 

Xi Guican: “……”

 

So Ruge happily took possession of a large white tiger that was on the verge of transforming back into its original form.

 

Stellar Calendar 278, August 23, clear sky

 

I fell off the horse*. I shouldn’t have serialized on the forum. If I had just honestly kept a diary, none of this would have happened. “Falling off the horse” is a term Ruge told me about. In short, it’s not a pleasant experience.

 

*T/N: I got exposed

 

I and Baldy slept in the hospital. Unexpectedly, before dawn, someone ran to the hospital, squatted in front of the ward, and asked me for an autograph. They even brought a red clay specifically for children, asking if I could get Baldy to leave a little paw print.

 

I refused.

 

… Interstellar people are really boring.

 

If only time could rewind, knowing today, I would definitely not have started that post, let alone let it become a long thread due to others’ praise.

 

It’s all because of Baldy. If it weren’t for Baldy insisting on eating hot pot, getting sick after eating hot pot, I wouldn’t have taken him to the hospital, and I wouldn’t have fallen off the horse at the hospital. Just writing this makes me… wish a crack would appear on the ground and I could jump in and never come out again.

 

But time can’t rewind, and the ground won’t split open for no reason. So, I can only withhold Baldy’s ice cream and let him share my discomfort.

 

Star Calendar 278, August 24th, clear sky

 

Having stayed in the little house on Star Seventeen for so long, it feels a bit strange to come back now. Baldy disliked the decoration here as too monotonous, so we bought eco-friendly wall paint and stickers.

 

Baldy wanted to paint the entire house yellow, but I vetoed his proposal. Before Baldy’s mouth could curl up enough to hang an oil bottle, I gave him a small bucket of yellow wall paint.

 

Baldy dipped his claws in the paint, stamped paw prints all over the place, getting crazier and crazier. He even secretly left paw prints on my pants. He thought I didn’t know, but I knew everything. I just let him do it because he seemed so happy.

 

Of course, in return, I painted his nose red.

 

Bobo wanted a room like an underwater world, so we painted that room blue, in various shades of light and deep blue, and then we went to the seaside to find a lot of shells and conches.

 

“Singing the Little Conch, Didi, I’m learning to fly like a seagull…” 

 

Bobo happily sang sitting on my shoulders, kicking his short legs back and forth.

 

Baldy shouted loudly in my arms, “After my wings grow fur, I can fly too…” 

 

Even after losing his fur, he was still so excited.

 

Star Calendar 278, August 25th, clear sky

 

Baldy’s wings have grown fur, a layer of fluff… it’s kind of cute.

 

He treasures himself so much that he even asked us to take pictures of him.

 

Star Calendar 278, August 26th, overcast sky

 

I…

 

Ah…

 

Why is it like this!!!

 

Baldy flipped through Ruge’s photobook and actually found photos of me when I was bald. Why does Ruge keep my bald photos?!

 

The fur agreement!

 

And this little villain Baldy said my bald look was so ugly… I punished him by not letting him eat ice cream for a day.

 

Star Calendar 278, August 27th, clear sky

 

Baldy has been loving to eat watermelon lately, especially yellow-fleshed watermelon. He can eat a watermelon bigger than him by himself.

 

Bobo eats with a spoon, but Baldy buries his face directly into the watermelon, chomping and swallowing with gusto. His mouth full of fur was stained with watermelon juice, and he ate so eagerly that he accidentally swallowed a watermelon seed.

 

Baldy asked me what to do, worried that the watermelon would grow in his belly and sprout from his mouth.

 

I deliberately told him that the only way was to cut open his belly and remove the watermelon seeds. Baldy was almost scared to tears.

 

After Ruge heard our conversation, he called Baldy “melon boy” and called me “melon rind.”

 

I suspect Ruge was joking about me and Baldy, but I have no evidence.

 

Star Calendar 278, August 28th, clear

 

Baldy, this little fool, got his head stuck between two pillars of a staircase and couldn’t get it out. I don’t know how he squeezed in there. I was busy for half a day and finally had to dismantle the staircase to rescue Baldy.

 

I spanked his bottom three times and withheld his ice cream for a week, to see if he dared to climb around again. Does he think his head is made of dough?

 

Star Calendar 278, August 29th, overcast

 

Baldy thought he didn’t have to do his homework if he didn’t go to school, so he hadn’t written a word in so many days. Today, I supervised him to catch up on his homework.

 

How could there be such a lazy cub as Baldy? 

 

Bobo planned the homework so well, balancing work and rest, but Baldy insisted on saving all the homework for the last minute.

 

I withheld his ice cream.

 

Star Calendar 278, August 30th, clear

 

Baldy said he wanted to give me a massage and milk on my body, and stepped on me all afternoon. I feel like he’s just using “massage” as an excuse to have fun on my head and challenge my authority.

 

Later in the evening, when Bobo sang me a birthday song, I found out that they were celebrating my birthday.

 

The cake had four layers. The fourth layer was mine, the largest; the third layer was Ruge’s; the second layer was Bobo’s; and the first layer, the smallest one, was Baldy’s.

 

The lights were turned off, and the candles, Baldy, and Bobo’s eyes were shining. Ruge told me to make a wish while looking at the candles and then blow them out, saying that this way the wish was more likely to come true.

 

It was the first time someone celebrated my birthday.

 

My wish was that every year at this time, we could blow out candles together and eat cake.

 

Am I too greedy?

 

Baldy said he jumped around on me all afternoon and was exhausted. He needed to eat a lot of cake to recover. I shared my cake layer with him, and Baldy stopped causing trouble.

 

It’s too much trouble to make a fuss just to eat more cake. But he did give me a massage all afternoon.

 

So I won’t withhold his ice cream today.

 

Star Calendar 278, September 1st, overcast

 

Baldy can now transform into a humanoid form, but he still can’t hide his tiger ears and tail. So, to wear the little duck underwear he had been yearning for, we specially poked a hole in the underwear.

 

Baldy learned to walk quite quickly, and he wanted to go outdoors after walking for a while.

 

I thought he was doing well, so I didn’t pay much attention to him. I didn’t expect him to decide to increase the difficulty, walking with his eyes closed in silence and falling into the mud…

 

Is he a little fool?

 

In the end, I had to bathe him myself.

 

Star Calendar 278, September 2nd, light rain

 

Zhi Zhi came over to play with Baldy and Bobo, and the three of them went on a treasure hunt together. In the end, they really dug up diamonds.

 

Star Calendar 278, September 3rd, heavy rain

 

It’s raining, and Baldy insisted on going out to play. I didn’t want to move, so I took Baldy to the virtual arena to play games.

 

It’s really fun to abuse rookies.

 

A cheetah from the Xue family came to challenge me and was knocked down by me.

 

The last blow was supplemented by Baldy controlling my mech. It was Baldy’s first time playing, and with his humanoid form having just emerged, he was like a toddler holding an adult’s big knife, staggering in the arena.

 

Let my mech sway like a drunkard.

 

Originally, I was going to chop off the mech’s head, but Baldy’s aim was off, stabbing the air several times and messing around for a long time before finally stabbing the cheetah that challenged me to death.

 

I feel like that cheetah died with its eyes wide open.