Fang Zhao's time off was limited. By the time the matters in Huangzhou were more or less settled, the manor's owner had also requested for the matter to die down. Without any evidence pointing to Curly Hair, Fang Zhao planned to bring Curly Hair along to Ma 'ersizhou. He was worried about leaving the dog here.
Before leaving, Fang Zhao went to the hospital to visit Will once again. He happened to bump into Will Sr. and his wife, Will Sr., and some others, who were trying to persuade Will to stay in the hospital for observation.
Many people felt that Will's luck was especially bad this time, but Will himself did not think so. He felt that his luck was super good this time. He was not mocking himself, but sincerely believed so! Because of this incident, he finally felt that he had broken through the barrier and was able to start painting. Unfortunately, his family did not allow him to leave the hospital and locked up all his painting tools.
Will could only draw pictures in his mind. This way, he spoke even less. Anyone would think that this person's psychological trauma must be more serious!
Old Will was regretting. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced him to attend the exhibition!" This was the thirtieth time he had sighed like this.
Old Will perked up when he saw Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao asked about Will's condition and learned that the sprain on Will's foot was not serious and that he was recovering well. Other than his foot, Will also had a back injury — he had gotten it when he had been dragged by the dog, but those were all minor injuries.
After talking about bringing Curly Hair away, Fang Zhao left under Will's reluctant gaze. Will wanted Curly Hair to stay, but Fang Zhao wouldn't agree this time.
After returning to Ma'ersizhou, Fang Zhao quickly threw himself back into the team's work. As for Curly Hair, his appetite was still as ferocious in a new place, but he wasn't in good spirits.
Nanfeng was still worried that Curly Hair might have been frightened or not acclimatized. He wanted to get a vet to take a look but was stopped by Fang Zhao. This dog was just too free. It wouldn't be happy if it didn't have a game to play. She had to let it move more.
Thus, the two salted fish duo once again took on the responsibility of walking the dog.
However, the time to walk the dog was at night. There was a rule at the small park not far from the hotel that dogs were not allowed to enter before ten o 'clock at night. After ten o' clock at night, the small park was basically empty. Pets were only allowed to be taken in for a walk.
That day, Zuo Yu saw that it was about time, so he brought Curly Hair to a small park for a stroll.
After ten o 'clock at night, there were not many people in the small park. It was deserted.
Fang Zhao let them run around with Curly Hair. Zuo Yu had specially changed into a sports attire before coming out. While walking the dog, Zuo Yu noticed a strange kid. The kid was wearing a retro punk-style sweater. He was sitting on a chair by the grass as if he was waiting for someone.
When he saw Zuo Yu, the kid's gaze swept over him, but he quickly looked away in disappointment.
Zuo Yu didn't care so much and focused on walking the dog.
Curly Hair had probably discovered a mouse that had come out at night. He wanted to chase it excitedly, but Zuo Yu pulled him back.
"You're a dog, not a cat. Why are you catching mice? Be good, we'll go back after running for a while. I'll give you a midnight snack when we get back. "
Seeing Curly Hair nibbling on a blade of grass, Zuo Yu hurriedly stopped him. "Don't eat randomly!"
This was a 200 million yuan dog. What if it got a stomachache?!
"Do you know how to take care of the flowers and plants in the park?" Zuo Yu said. Fang Zhao had instructed him not to let Curly Hair loose too much. Otherwise, it wouldn't be you walking him, but Curly Hair walking you.
The person sitting on the chair nearby scoffed when he heard Zuo Yu's words. Talking to a dog about caring for flowers? It was already good enough that they didn't dig a hole!
This guy in the sweater was the "lost little beast cub" that Fang Zhao had dealt a blow to previously. After returning to the club that day, he had started to work hard. However, within two days, his lost confidence had soared again. He realized that the other people in the club weren't challenging at all! After understanding the various statistics of the sporting world, the "little beast cub" started to flaunt his might again and felt that he was still pretty awesome!
He even believed that the person he had met in the small park that day who could run the entire night was a robot in human skin!
Or perhaps … he had seen a ghost?
At this thought, he couldn't help but shiver. However, he was even more curious and wanted to confirm once again. Was he too weak, or was the other party "inhuman"?
Thus, he sneaked out at night to keep watch.
He didn't see the target on the first day. Two days passed in a row, but he still didn't see the target. He figured that if he didn't see the target today, he wouldn't come back for the time being. He would just treat the incident that day as a nightmare. What was done was done. If he could forget it, he would forget it.
Looking at the deserted little park, he got up and stretched. Since he was already here, he might as well run to his heart's content.
While running, he saw Zuo Yu jogging with the dog, then glanced at the curly-haired dog and sneered. "Little short legs!"
Strictly speaking, Curly Hair wasn't a short-legged breed. However, compared to other medium-sized dogs, he was too small and short, which made his legs seem short.
Before Zuo Yu could express his opinion, he felt the leash in his hands tighten. Curly Hair, who had been running leisurely, suddenly charged forward.
Zuo Yu was shocked. You can't bite people!
Fortunately, Curly Hair only increased his speed and followed behind the other party. He maintained a distance of two meters.
When the man in the sweater sped up, Curly Hair also sped up. When the other party slowed down, Curly Hair also slowed down. In short, they maintained a fixed distance. That little dog's paws even made a scraping sound as they ran. Zuo Yu remembered that Curly Hair's paws didn't make that much noise when he ran.
Half an hour passed, and the situation was still the same.
An hour passed, and it was still the same.
Sweat was dripping from the man in the sweater's forehead. That whooshing sound seemed to be urging him from behind, making his heart flutter with panic!
However, while the man in the sweater could still run, Zuo Yu couldn't. He wasn't an athlete and hadn't undergone professional training in this area. He also didn't want to give it his all here. Seeing that Curly Hair still seemed to be full of energy, Zuo Yu looked around and saw that there was no one else in the park. There were fences along the sides of the park, so he wasn't worried that the dog would get lost or disturb other tourists. Zuo Yu simply let go of the leash and rested at the side, waiting for Curly Hair to run enough. He could tell that Curly Hair was going to go against him.
Another hour passed.
The man in the sweater heard not only the scraping sound behind him, but also the panting of a dog.
It was as if he was mocking him.
He couldn't shake him off no matter how he ran!
Zuo Yu shared the situation with Fang Zhao and the others in the hotel and was delighted to see a joke.
"This fellow even mocked our Curly Hair's short legs. He's probably about to cry now." Zuo Yu was rejoicing in Curly Hair's misfortune. However, he hadn't expected Curly Hair to be so good at running. No wonder he was the golden dog that had defeated all the shepherd dogs in Muzhou!
"Enough. Let him come back," Fang Zhao said.
"Ah? Go back just like that? I think he can still keep running. "
"That's enough," Fang Zhao replied. If he kept running, that fellow would collapse.
"Alright." Even if Zuo Yu wanted to continue watching that sweater kid make a fool of himself, his boss's orders were more important.
Zuo Yu whistled and shouted, "Let's go back. Boss's orders."
Curly Hair puffed out with all his might before changing directions and heading towards Zuo Yu. Then, he left the small park and returned to the hotel.
The next day.
The manager of a certain e-sports club discovered that a new seedling that had started to show off in the past two days had left with his head held high last night and returned in tears this morning. Wasn't it a night run? What had happened to him?
"Mazhou's dogs are too scary!" The new seedling looked as though he had suffered a huge blow.
Manager: "…"
On the other side, Fang Zhao specially rented a treadmill for Curly Hair to run to his heart's content and not agitate others.
While Fang Zhao was researching Curly Hair in his spare time, a certain poverty-alleviation entertainment program team was gearing up for a big fight.
Originally, this was a niche program. In this day and age, real poverty-alleviation programs had to go to places that were too bitter. They simply couldn't invite any big-name celebrities with influence. Fortunately, they had the support of the Poverty Alleviation Office and some poverty-alleviation funds, so this variety program could continue.
This time, the program team actually welcomed Zaro Renault, a celebrity from Leizhou's aristocracy!
Zaro had been forcefully thrown into the program team by his father. This time, his father had steeled his heart to let Zaro suffer a little so that he would stop fooling around outside and do more meaningful things to reflect on life.
And when Zaro saw that there was no hope for him to be rescued, he had a "if I go to hell, you guys can forget about ascending to heaven" mentality and dragged Woo Tianhao and Barbara down with him.
The program team was delighted. This kind of scam came one after another! If not for the number of people, they would have wanted nothing more than to scam all the people in Zaro's contact list!
These people had backgrounds and financial resources. They also had the support of Zaro's father, General Renault. With such a strong backing, their program team was going to make a comeback!
The program team contacted the commanding officer of a certain planet near the bottom of the development sequence to discuss cooperation.
The commanding officer of the base was excited. He had expended a lot of effort this year to obtain military funds and resources. He was thinking of upgrading the base's equipment when he received the program team's message.
A poverty-alleviation program? Great, great! It would be even better if they could pull in some development funds!
However, when he saw the guest list and a portion of the program team's proposal, the commanding officer's face turned green. Are you f * cking kidding me?
"Look at who these people are! Are they here to help the poor or to flaunt their wealth?! "
What poverty-alleviation team? Idiot team!
The program team negotiated for a bit more and painted a beautiful picture of the future.
The commanding officer sneered. "F * ck you! Do you think I will lose when it comes to painting a picture? "You want to confuse me with such insignificant tricks?
They didn't want to wait on a bunch of pampered young masters and mistresses! Troublesome! If they weren't careful, they would get into trouble. The gains didn't make up for the losses.
The program team didn't give up. The Poverty Alleviation Office also came forward to persuade them. The higher-ups of the base held a small meeting and finally came to a decision. "We can cooperate, but we have a request. If you can bring him over, we will agree to the cooperation."
"Who?" The program team was curious.
"Fang Zhao."
— — —
Prof. Carter's eyelids were twitching violently today. He kept feeling uneasy, but after going through all the important matters one by one, he didn't find anything that was out of his control.
He had just reported to Mo Lang about his work. Mo Lang had told him to guard against infiltration by the entertainment industry, and he had agreed.
Carter really didn't care much about being infiltrated by the entertainment industry. This was Mazhou, after all. Every day, there were all sorts of competitions and gossip about famous athletes. Who would notice Fang Zhao, who spent most of his time in the hotel composing?
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