Mrs. Yukinoshita: I'm Stunned (Continued)

Upon hearing that they would have to pay compensation, the others immediately backed down, each claiming that the matter had nothing to do with them.

The man still lying on the ground suddenly looked up, seemingly incredulous. "My leg is broken, and you still want me to pay you back?"

Fushimi Makoto asked in a questioning tone, "Did we hit you with our car?"

The man was speechless for a moment.

He himself knew that the reason he had the accident was simply because he was drunk and wanted to show off in front of the girls.

But now he felt so ashamed that he couldn't get up from the ground. If he had to pay compensation, wouldn't he be too ashamed to face anyone in the future?

He immediately retorted, "Anyway, I'm not going to lose money."

Mrs. Yukinoshita was about to speak, Fushimi Makoto raised his hand, signaling for him to speak.

She wanted to see how Fushimi Makoto would handle the situation, so she suppressed her anger.

But as she watched Fushimi Makoto walk away, she suddenly realized that by listening to him so much, she was confirming her earlier comments about her girlfriend.

She glanced discreetly at the group of motorcyclists, and just as she had guessed, they were huddled together whispering.

Although the voices weren't loud, she still heard them say, "I wish I had such a well-behaved and beautiful girlfriend."

Mrs. Yukinoshita stood there expressionless. She suspected that Fushimi Makoto was doing it on purpose, but unfortunately, she had no evidence.

At this moment, under everyone's gaze, Fushimi Makoto approached the man. As he got closer, the man thought he was about to attack and couldn't help but panic, "Hey, you're not thinking of attacking me, are you?"

"I dislike violence more than anything in my life," Fushimi Makoto quoted Lu Bu.

The other party finally breathed a sigh of relief and said again, forcing a smile, "My stance is very clear: I will not pay compensation, after all, I am injured."

Fushimi Makoto seemed not to hear him and continued, "There's a saying in Chinese: 'Wrongdoings should be punished, and bad deeds should be punished.'"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" The man looked bewildered.

Fushimi Makoto did not continue speaking.

He appeared to be standing still, but in reality, his attention was focused on the two huskies beside him.

As he tried to use his senses to cover the past, he issued "deterrent" commands to the huskies.

A dog's intimidation tactic is naturally to bare its teeth and growl.

He wanted to test if the [Delicate Badge] had this function as well.

When the people around him suddenly fell silent, they thought it was a sign that he was about to lose his temper, and the group of motorcyclists were ready to step in and break up the fight.

As for helping the man on the ground to fight?

Sorry, they're not that loyal.

At this moment, Mrs. Yukinoshita's gaze was also fixed on Fushimi Makoto, and she was very curious about what he would do.

The very next second, she suddenly heard a low growl from an animal.

Others heard it too.

Everyone instinctively turned around and saw two huskies that no one had paid attention to before rushing over. They bared their teeth and growled at the man on the ground. Their usually silly faces were now full of fierce threats.

The man was startled and tried to run away in terror, but his leg was injured, so he could only frantically shuffle backward, shouting, "What's going on? Stop watching and come help!"

Well done, Bruce!

Fushimi Makoto discovered that his guess was indeed correct.

The huskies successfully received his command; they did not attack, but merely bared their teeth in a deterrent.

Even so, as a medium-sized dog, the husky's fierce face combined with its size is still quite intimidating.

What's more, there are still two left.

The man was already trembling.

Standing behind Mrs. Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita looked at Fushimi Makoto with suspicion and uncertainty.

The other person had just said, "There will be consequences for doing bad things," and then these two huskies, whose owners I don't know, suddenly bared their teeth.

Did he do it?

But that's probably impossible, right?

Unless he has also studied animal training.

Mrs. Yukinoshita resisted the urge to interrogate her.

"Why are you all just standing there watching? Come and help!" The man was so frightened that his voice was trembling.

Fushimi Makoto: "Even a dog can't stand your unreasonable attitude."

Man. "???"

What do you mean, "Even the dogs can't stand it anymore"? You're making it sound like you know them very well.

"I suggest you pay the fine according to the rules, otherwise if those two loyal dogs actually bite you, you'll have to spend even more money on vets." Fushimi Makoto said in a tone that suggested, "I'm advising you."

The man hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

His companions had no intention of helping him at all. After all, they weren't very familiar with each other and were just friends who came out for a meal together. If someone went to help and got bitten by the dog, it would be a huge loss.

"I'll pay! Take those two dogs away right now, I'm willing to pay!"

"Why didn't you cooperate like this earlier?"

As the farce ended, Fushimi Makoto and his two companions returned to the car, where the atmosphere had noticeably become strange.

Not only Mrs. Yukinoshita was looking at Fushimi Makoto, but even the driver would occasionally glance at him with a surprised look.

"Ask me any questions you have. I promise to answer anything I know the answer to," Fushimi Makoto broke the silence.

"Did you just do that?" Mrs. Yukinoshita asked immediately.

"Obviously not."

"No?"

"If I did it, I would at least have to give those two dogs hand signals or give them standard commands."

"..."

Mrs. Yukinoshita had no rebuttal.

No matter how skilled someone is at animal training, if they want to communicate with animals, they still need to give commands or prepare food in advance.

Moreover, huskies are known for their wildness and unruliness. Everyone could see clearly that Fushimi Makoto did not interact with the husky at all from beginning to end.

Mrs. Yukinoshita fell into deep thought.

At this point, the driver hesitated before asking, "Fushimi-kun, are you very familiar with those two huskies?"

"This is also the first time we've met today," Fushimi Makoto said calmly.

"But... I see them still chasing the car. Are you sure you don't know them?"

As soon as the driver said that, Mrs. Yukinoshita. Yukinoshita quickly looked back and indeed saw the two huskies running wildly down the road.

She thought about it and felt that the two dogs were quite remarkable, so she finally decided. "Let's take them to the police station first. Their owner will be worried if they can't find their dogs."

Fushimi Makoto naturally wouldn't refuse.

After doing all this, Mrs. Yukinoshita voluntarily gave the police her phone number, indicating her interest in the two seemingly intelligent huskies.

Fushimi Makoto went to a nearby convenience store and bought some sausages to reward the two helpful dog brothers.

When Fushimi Makoto and Fushimi returned home that evening, there was no one in the living room; the Yukinoshita sisters were clearly in their bedrooms.

"Would you like to take a shower first?" Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't come into the house; instead, her beautiful eyes fell on Fushimi Makoto.

"I'll go later." Fushimi Makoto knew she still had doubts about what had just happened.

However, she lacked evidence and clues, and she couldn't understand how Fushimi Makoto had done it.

But she remembered this and planned to ask Yukino about it privately.

Fushimi Makoto didn't care about this.

He first found Yukino reading in her room and asked her to find him some cardboard he didn't need. Then he started making things in the guest room.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

Fushimi Makoto guessed who the visitor was. "The door wasn't locked."

Yukino, pushed open the door and walked in.

Because the skirt was too loose and her figure wasn't very defined, even someone as strong as Fushimi Makoto couldn't tell from her flat chest whether she was wearing a bra.

"What are you doing?" Yukino looked at the cut-out cardboard pieces in front of him, her little face showing confusion.

"You came here specifically to ask about this?" Fushimi Makoto wasn't surprised.

"It's hard not to care when you suddenly ask me for these things late at night," Yukino said frankly.

"You've come at the perfect time. I'll make you a little toy." Fushimi Makoto glanced at the few small wooden sticks on the ground, which he had just found in the lining of discarded cardboard.

"Toy?"

Yukino didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from becoming curious.

She knew that Fushimi Makoto had many secrets, and since he specifically mentioned that he wanted to give her a toy, it certainly wasn't something you could just buy in a store.

Yukino held down her skirt and squatted down beside him.

About three minutes later, she looked at the so-called little toy made of wooden sticks in Fushimi Makoto's hand and said irritably, "Is this what you wanted to give me?"

"I know you probably think I'm playing a trick on you, but don't be so hasty," Fushimi Makoto said with a smile.

He just suddenly thought of the gadgets from Doraemon.

He happened to have one of those small wooden sticks on him, and Yukino had come with a lot of curiosity, so he decided to satisfy the girl's interest.

[Simple Bamboo-copter: After wearing this device on the head, the user can freely control its direction, takeoff, and landing.]

[Note: Due to its rudimentary nature, this item can only be used for 30 minutes. Stopping use during this time will not reduce its durability.]

"Come on, I'll teach you how to play."

Under Yukino's disapproving gaze, Fushimi Makoto solemnly began explaining the uses of the Bamboo-copter.

Then, Yukino fell silent...

She remained silent for nearly three seconds before speaking in a tone of concern for someone with intellectual disabilities, "You can't fool a three-year-old with words like that."

"How can you be sure I'm lying to you if you don't try?" Fushimi Makoto had anticipated her response.

Yukino just squatted down beside him without saying a word.

The expression on that incredibly cute little face already spoke volumes: I don't believe it.

Fushimi Makoto picked up the Bamboo-copter and placed it on Yukino's head.

Yukino was about to slap Fushimi Makoto in disgust, but she soon noticed something strange.

That strange little stick-like thing, without any securing measures, stood firmly on his head.

Fushimi Makoto turned to Yukino, and said, "Do you remember how I just taught you?"

Yukino hesitated for a moment, then silently said in her mind: Take off.

The next moment, she was horrified to find that her body seemed to have become lighter, and she was lifted off the spot.

Her little face turned pale with fright, and her fingers curled up into small fists.

It's actually true!

After overcoming her initial unease, Yukino is now filled with excitement.

As she recalled how Fushimi Makoto had explained how to use it, she gradually became more proficient and could easily fly around the room.

How could such a thing exist in the world?

An excited smile unconsciously appeared on her face as she flew close to the ceiling, looking down to Fushimi Makoto.

But when she looked down, she noticed that Fushimi Makoto had glanced at her a few times before silently looking away.

Yukino's smile froze.

Both she and Fushimi Makoto overlooked one thing—she was wearing a skirt.

And now she's flying up there, Fushimi Makoto is watching from below, wouldn't that be...?