059 Please Never Give Up on Him (Please keep reading, Onegai!)

"A genuine dog, indeed."

Looking at the text in the chat box, Mobai's expression gradually turned desolate. Was this Yusheng? It had to be Yusheng...

After all, Yusheng might not be entirely human, but he was truly a dog.

Just to be safe, Mobai asked another question: "So it really is a dog. But Miss Anwan, you should know that dogs of different sizes require different training methods."

"What size is this dog of yours?"

The very next second:

"Body length 187 cm, weight 74 kilograms."

Anwan replied instantly.

Mobai: "..."

He threw his phone onto the bed with a look of utter despair on his face: "Isn't this fucking Yusheng, hey!"

And what is the meaning of this instant reply, Young Miss? Do you remember those stats that clearly? If he had asked for more details, would you have blurted out his birth date, blood type, astrological sign, and vertical foregrip length too?

Terrifying, simply terrifying.

However, knowing that it was Yusheng made the situation quite complicated (sigh).

This specimen was definitely not suited for eating dragon fruit.

While Anwan appeared to be asking about raising a dog, she was actually coming to Mobai for relationship advice. It seemed Yusheng's issues had become severe enough to force Anwan to seek out Mobai, a bad influence and self-proclaimed military advisor, for help.

This—this—how was he supposed to know?

Mobai had been single since birth.

Of course, since Momo was so good-looking, Mobai naturally wasn't bad-looking either. Love letters, chocolates, confessions in the grove, and hiding love notes under desk corners—Mobai had experienced all of that.

Yet, a serious romantic relationship? Absolutely none. After all, back then, in order to raise Momo, Mobai was the undisputed emperor of part-time jobs, rushing off to do various gigs the moment school let out.

Convenience store cashier, flyer distributor, mascot in a furry suit, gaming booster, internet café administrator, playing a panda at the zoo...

With a life like that, how could he possibly waste time dating?

Was fiat currency not attractive enough, or was his little sister not cute enough?

Women would only slow down his money-making speed.

Still, this concerned a good buddy's happiness; how could Mobai just stand by and watch?

He was definitely taking on the role of the armchair strategist!

So what if he had never seen a pig run? Didn't that still allow him to comment on the pork?

First, he needed to figure out Anwan's actual mindset regarding Yusheng.

A real man should always be direct; all this hesitating and dilly-dallying looked pathetic.

Mobai went straight for the soul-searching question: "So, Miss Anwan, do you like that genuine dog?"

This time, Anwan did not reply instantly.

After about ten seconds, she finally answered: "I suppose I like him."

"We've been keeping each other's company for quite a while now."

A while... did she mean a few months?

You're making pretty fast progress, Young Miss.

Yet, judging by Yusheng's innate masochistic tendencies, it was impossible for him to dislike Anwan.

In fact, he was probably enjoying it immensely.

Mobai feared that the next time they met, Yusheng's masochism meter would turn blue or even purple.

So, they liked each other mutually?

How to stay single when you're in a mutual crush.

Mobai thought for a moment: "Then just keep going, Miss Anwan."

Anwan asked with a hint of doubt: "Keep going?"

"Yes, keep accompanying him."

Prompted by a sudden thought, Mobai smiled gently: "Has Miss Anwan never heard this saying?"

"Companionship is the longest confession of love."

Except for simps and cuckolds.

Mobai knew that Yusheng carried psychological baggage from his past. Unable to even speak properly in front of girls, he was suddenly on the receiving end of affection from a top-tier young lady.

This really had turned into a fantasy sequence.

His inner goblin tendencies explained everything.

Perhaps, he had always been running away.

Because he was too weak, lacking any real power.

Mobai continued in his role as the strategist: "Miss Anwan, this dog of yours is rather special. You shouldn't feed him dragon fruit or give him any sudden heart-wrenching kicks—it's easy for things to go wrong. Better to cultivate your bond first."

"Get closer to him, take him out for walks when you have free time, give him a hug or pat him on the head."

"You might not see it now, but when he eventually grows into a true hound on the level of Cerberus, everything will change."

"He won't let you down."

"So, please, never give up on him."

As for dogs, once they are abandoned, they tend to cry for a very long time.

Mobai had given all the advice he could; the rest depended entirely on Yusheng that blockhead.

After all, it was his own life to figure out.

Anwan looked at Yusheng thoughtfully.

"Heh, so that's how it is."

"Companionship, huh..."

Anwan replied to Mobai: "Thank you for the advice. I see things much more clearly now."

"I will definitely repay this favor."

"I have some work matters to attend to, so I won't disturb your rest any further. Let's chat next time."

Putting down her phone, Anwan quietly watched as Yusheng busied himself loading bullets, and couldn't help recalling her very first meeting with him.

It happened inside a subway station.

Anwan had been personally handling a smuggling incident involving an Upper Sovereign vessel, but it seemed another faction had targeted the smugglers. Once their encirclement was exposed, the entire subway station plunged into chaos.

Those monsters had attacked ordinary people.

Amidst the cries, screams, and wails, Anwan rose to her feet, preparing to take action. However, a single figure within the crowd caught her attention.

It was Yusheng.

Clearly just a powerless college student, his hands trembling like fluttering butterflies from sheer terror, he had nonetheless used his own body to shield two little girls.

He stood in front of them, jagged shrapnel piercing straight into his rear end. The pain made Yusheng's eyes roll back into his head, his body convulsing as he let out soft whimpers.

Yet he still stood before them, refusing to budge an inch.

He had said: "Don't be afraid, big brother is a college student. Hard to kill."

At that exact moment, a strange desire had welled up inside Miss Anwan.

She wanted Yusheng to protect her in that same desperate, unhesitating manner—without asking for anything in return, and without a second thought, just like he had protected those two girls.

Even though he was an utterly ordinary human being through and through, she genuinely looked forward to the arrival of that day.

He would accomplish something significant.

When that time came, would her frozen heart beat with warmth once more after all these years?

The corners of Anwan's lips curved upward.

Before that, however, she still needed to hone his claws and teeth.

On that day, Miss Anwan had saved an entire subway train of people.

At the same time, she had taken away a pure and foolish college student.

Looking at him now, though, he seemed a bit too foolish.

Truly, it was quite a headache.

Still, it was nothing major.

After all, she had plenty of time.

Anwan lowered her gaze, her memories coming to a close with an imperceptible, yet enchanting, smile playing at the corners of her lips.

It was subtle, but captivating enough.

Yusheng silently turned his head away and placed his firearm into its hard case.

The pitch-black case snapped shut with a dull thud.

The young lady let out a yawn, lifted her gaol warden, and gave Yusheng—who was busy wiping down his gun case—a light kick: "Put away that little toy of yours and get ready to move out."

"New Upper Sovereign traces have appeared."

"Ah, how long has it even been since our last break?" Yusheng complained pitifully: "Even a donkey in a production team wouldn't be driven this hard."

"Heh, don't want to go?" Anwan twirled her fingers: "What if I told you that once this mission is successfully completed, you can become a full-time regular employee?"

Yusheng: "!"

He sprang up as if propelled by a spring: "I'm going! I love working!"

"Mission guaranteed!"

"By the way." Anwan unhooked a blade from the wall with a languid expression, weighing it in her hand: "The target for this mission is rather dangerous. I'll be coming along with you."

"Consider yourself lucky. Having a top-tier beauty like me accompany you on a mission means you'd better take good care of me."

Anwan smiled delightfully: "At the very least, you must treat every single one of my commands as an imperial decree. Understand?"

"An imperial decree? Are you some kind of ancient queen..." Yusheng muttered under his breath before asking with genuine curiosity: "Wait, even *you* are calling it dangerous? Which Upper Sovereign are we dealing with this time?"

Anwan's smile vanished, her gaze turning solemn with rare gravity: "It's a very troublesome fellow. Its name is..."

"The Golden Sovereign of Law."