Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 586 - 584: Park [3]

"Does my face... really look that bad?"

Sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV, Momo opened the vanity mirror and her phone, touching and pinching her pretty face as if she wouldn't rest until she found out why Ah Qing said her complexion was poor.

Tang You, who was driving the car, looked exasperated and raised his hand to block Momo's questioning gaze.

"No... I don't think it's that bad, maybe you just woke up and your blood circulation is slow, run around a bit after you get out and it might brighten up."

"If not, you could get some fillers!"

Tang You, while teasing, didn't forget to give Ah Qing a glare in the back seat.

You just had to activate her vanity mode.

"Hmm..."

Ah Qing couldn't help but scratch her head, looking at Momo in the passenger seat and muttering slightly.

Momo's complexion was fine now, but when they first left the house, Ah Qing wasn't sure if she was seeing things or what, she really felt Momo's complexion was very strange.

It gave an impression of fluorescent white, or perhaps like a freshly caught fish, silvery and shiny.

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

Ansheng wasn't part of their conversation, instead, she was gazing out the window at the scenery. In Potou City, there weren't densely-packed tall buildings, only distinctive houses and very wide eight-lane roads.

As Tang You turned the steering wheel, the building's furnaces of Potou Steel Factory at the end of the road disappeared, turning onto a four-lane road. This should be Steel Park that Tang You mentioned, with a row of anti-aircraft guns along the roadside.

Those anti-aircraft guns are very old, but there's no cordon around them, so people can play with them.

As they went inside, Ansheng even saw 155mm towed howitzers and self-propelled howitzers.

These also had no cordon, having had their insides removed, leaving some cannon models for tourists to visit.

"They're so big!"

Ah Qing looked out the car window, spotting the upright cannon barrels. Although she didn't quite understand, she remembered her grandfather saying,

Armor and weapons, bigger is better, better is bigger.

Once they're big enough, it's a matter of whether they're aesthetically pleasing, things filled with metallic mechanical beauty are the best!

The anti-aircraft guns outside the window, though not quite full of metallic beauty, have barrels much larger than guns.

"That's a Type 59 100mm anti-aircraft gun, an imitation of an old Russian model. Next to it is its son, the Type 72 85mm anti-aircraft gun and the Type 87..."

Tang You drove into the parking lot, glanced at the anti-aircraft guns at the entrance of Steel Park, scoffing:

"They... not only held me as a child but even held my dad."

"Now the real heavy hitters are the seven-barrel 32mm anti-aircraft guns integrated with missile systems, which can fire 4,000 rounds per minute at the enemy. I figure when my child is born in the future, these great-grandfathers in the park will still be able to hold my child..."

Steel Park, though called a park, was funded by the Northern Weapons Industry Group.

Some of the retired army equipment and air force equipment are displayed in the park for visitors to check-in.

Meanwhile...

Locals of Potou City, when asked by colleagues or classmates: did you guys ride horses to school?

They can proudly answer: no, we went to kindergarten in tanks, and piloted fighter jets in elementary school, but... in middle and high school, for some reason we had to drag anti-aircraft guns and howitzers to school.

........

After having seen the entrance, Tang You took the group to the grass food shop leisurely and ordered some specialty noodle dishes.

"Ah Qing, you guys eat first, I'm heading into the park to stake my claim."

Ansheng picked up a meat bun from the table, facing Ah Qing with a fawning voice, giving a greeting.

"Well... Just be careful, don't end up getting mobbed by the dogs in the park!"

"Don't play too late, we might need to rest somewhere else around noon."

Ah Qing, who was examining the milk tofu, heard Xiaolan say he urgently needed to go out, and thought of running on the grass, so she advised him to pay attention to safety and not make trouble.

In the park, Ah Qing wasn't worried about the cars, but rather worried the fox would be too arrogant and get beaten up by dogs.

"Are you kidding!? Who do you think I am? Even mosquitoes can't outrun me, afraid of dogs? Unless they can run at magnetic levitation speeds..."

Ansheng's fox tail flicked as he confidently headed out the door.

Just as the little fox went outside, the scallion beef bun he was holding in his mouth turned into a phone without anyone knowing.

Ansheng glanced inside, called Tang Lian to come pick him up at the park, as he had some business on the grassland later.

After making the call, Ansheng sneakily ran back into the breakfast shop and returned the phone to its owner.

"Thanks, buddy!"

Ansheng raised his paw to thank the British Shorthair blue cat in the carrier, gnawing on a meat bun.

Without this sly traitor's help, Ansheng wouldn't have known the stranger's phone password.

"Meow~"

The British Shorthair meowed, indicating it was no big deal.

"Come by for tea sometime..."

Ansheng waved and ran towards the park entrance, squatting there waiting for Tang Lian.

Today was tight; he needed to study the eight-tailed fox's evolution into the ability to perceive spiritual anomalies and had promised Old Li to help substitute teaches later in the afternoon.

The day was basically planned out.

"Fox Grand Duke! I'll treat you to a sausage!" Just as Ansheng was considering his schedule, a bright-eyed youth, seizing the moment his parents weren't looking, ran to Ansheng and brought out a Shuanghui sausage.

"Hmm?"

Ansheng, slightly surprised, glanced at the child and pushed back the sausage offered: "I appreciate the thought, but I had a very full supper last night, no need."

The fox demurely refused the child's kind gesture.

Yet the child didn't leave, instead glanced at his parents buying toys, and quietly took a workbook from his backpack, saying: "I treat you to a sausage, you help me tear up my National Day homework!"

"Me?"

Ansheng looked at the child in shock, then at the workbook placed against his chest and the sausage.

"I'll leave it to you, I'm going back to my mom to tell her the fox ate my homework." The little boy threw his backpack to Ansheng, grinned, and ran back.

"........"

Ansheng, with a face full of resentment, looked at the workbook, then at the little rascal running away, flipping open the workbook.

"Oh, you wrote your assignments in pencil?! " 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Unexpectedly... last night I was discussing macroeconomics and First Epoch relics, and today, besides enlightening Spirit Beasts, I also have to give this rascal a practical lesson on life's dangers."

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

Master Fuli raised his paw elegantly, inserted an eraser from the pencil box, and started erasing on the workbook.

Once done...

Master Fuli accepted the sausage, carrying the backpack to the kid's mother, nudging her, and making a fawning sound, tapping the backpack at her feet.

"Uh?"

The tourist lady was stunned, watching the little fox and the backpack at her feet: "This..."

The rascal kid saw the return of his backpack, his pupils shaking, gazing unbelievably at Fox Grand Duke.

We...

Didn't we agree?

You've eaten my sausage!