strokinit Chapter 922 260: Teacher Tong?
Chapter 922 260: Teacher Tong?
"Xiao Huan's... boss?"
On the sofa in front of her, An Le chewed on this title for a moment, and the next second, the red-haired demon who had cut off all her tentacles in the Capital City appeared in her mind.
Her body trembled slightly, and she immediately looked at Yan Huan in front of her.
Yan Huan also glanced at her and sighed, then straightened up,
"Coming, Sister Tong!"
Just as he was about to get up to open the door, Yan Huan caught sight of the baby eliminator on the sofa out of the corner of his eye.
He turned his head to look at An Le and blinked. An Le immediately understood and took the two small boxes, whispering,
"I... I'll hide them..."
"Ah, okay."
This thing, even if not considering being caught by Tong Yingying, is still not very decent to show guests in daily life. Maybe An Le thought of this point?
In any case, seeing this, Yan Huan slightly let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the door.
"Click..."
Pressing the door handle and gently pushing the door open, it revealed Tong Yingying at the door, yawning and reverting to her languid state.
"You brat, you came back from Tokyo but didn't contact me immediately, weren't you going to..."
As she was speaking, Tong Yingying's gloomy eyes suddenly caught sight of An Le behind him, looking disheveled with a slightly flushed face, timidly running her fingers through her hair.
"..."
In that moment, Tong Yingying's mind went blank.
Scouring her inexperienced mind, she eventually came to a conclusion:
This guy must have used his superpower on Yan Huan again!
As soon as this thought emerged, the previously lifeless look in Tong Yingying's eyes was instantly filled with murderous intent.
Turbulent black aura darkened her appearance, then she lightly reached into her coat, clearly revealing the shape of a stun baton.
Yan Huan was startled, as was An Le.
Don't forget, Tong Yingying can be immune to all Little Thumb effects except for physical damage from tentacles.
Now An Le's progress bar is at zero, and she can only use pleasure manipulation, which meeting Tong Yingying would mean instant defeat.
An Le tightened her lips and nervously stepped back, but the next second, Yan Huan reached out to block her,
"Sister Tong, hold on, hold on! An Le is not an enemy now!!"
Tong Yingying glanced at Yan Huan in front of her, confused whether he was sincere or polluted by a superpower...
But deep down, she still believed Yan Huan was influenced by the superpower.
Perhaps not entirely out of a desire to help solve the modifier, but because...
Jealousy?
At that moment, feeling Yan Huan's young body frantically holding onto her to prevent her, Tong Yingying's heart moved slightly, clearly enjoying it somewhat.
But outwardly, perhaps a more plausible excuse was needed?
So, she tightened her grip on the stun baton and looked unkindly at An Le behind Yan Huan, questioning,
"How do I know you're not being controlled by her superpower? Wasn't she the one behind the tentacles and meteor showers in Tokyo before?!"
But An Le, behind, was quite sensitive.
She almost immediately saw through the substance lurking beneath Tong Yingying's words.
So, she quietly puffed out her cheeks.
Then, she stepped forward, seeming harmless as she took the initiative to explain,
"It was indeed my fault before, Auntie... but now..."
Hearing this, both Tong Yingying and Yan Huan in front of her froze.
Especially Tong Yingying, her face almost turned coal black.
Fortunately, Yan Huan reacted quickly and immediately interrupted,
"Sister Tong, it was indeed An Le who did that before, but now she... Uh, has turned over a new leaf."
Saying this, Yan Huan couldn't help wanting to slap himself in the forehead,
"I don't even know how I said that with a straight face..."
As he spoke, Yan Huan considered his words again and looked up at Tong Yingying in front of him,
"Sister Tong, calm down, although An Le is a modifier host, she is now one of us."
"Modifier?"
Tong Yingying squinted her eyes, finally shifting some attention away from her age resentment.
"Hmm... specific details, I'll let it explain to you..."
Yan Huan nodded, and the next second, he gently called out,
"Meow-chan, come out to work!"
As soon as Yan Huan spoke, a small black puffball suddenly appeared on his shoulder.
It twitched its cat ears, then opened its emerald eyes, looking at Tong Yingying in front of it,
"Hello, Tong Yingying. I'm Meow-chan, also the god of this world... Whew!!"
However, Meow-chan's words as a cat scared Tong Yingying.
She widened her eyes, instinctively raising her fist.
That fist, as big as a sandbag, hovering over the wide-eyed Meow-chan's face, became a shadow almost tactile,
"Thud!"
Meow-chan, unable to dodge, was almost hammered into a Doraemon,
"Meow!"
Yan Huan and An Le were slightly startled, only for the Little Thumb on An Le's shoulder to jump out, shouting like opening a champagne bottle,
"Yes, exactly like that! Just like that!! Hahahahaha! Feels good, doesn't it?!"
"..."
The next second, everything fell silent around them.
So everyone's gaze turned to the excited Little Thumb.
...
...
"That's roughly the situation..."
In Yan Huan's rented room, Little Thumb also had a few bumps on its head, lying on the coffee table with a look of resignation...
It occasionally glanced at the plump black cat being held and comforted by Yan Huan, who kept rubbing its head.