"...How can we turn him back?" Shen Ye asked.
"Only when he's completely exhausted and can no longer maintain the transformation," Zhang Xiaoyi said.
Shen Ye looked at the wolf again-no, the dog.
The dog was full of energy.
Though injured, the dog's eyes radiated a chilling killing intent as he eyed Shen Ye sidelong.
That air about him...
"What's with that look? He's acting like I did something wrong," Shen Ye couldn't help asking.
Zhang Xiaoyi covered his face, looking as though he didn't want to explain but had no choice.
His muffled voice came from behind his hands:
"He... calls himself Mr. Wednesday after transforming."
"Today is Wednesday-that makes it his day as a police dog. He fights crime and upholds justice."
"What about Thursday?" Shen Ye asked.
"A guide dog."
"Friday?" Xiao Mengyu asked.
"A performing dog."
"Saturday?" Shen Ye grew interested.
"A therapy dog-he has too many jobs, so he rotates through them, one a day. It's not fixed," Zhang Xiaoyi said.
"Impressive," Shen Ye and Xiao Mengyu remarked together.
"Now that's what you call a professional," Shen Ye said, pointing at the dog.
"It's actually called a talent, something very difficult to awaken. Even if he fails the exam, plenty of top schools will want him," Xiao Mengyu explained seriously.
"But even together, he and I couldn't beat that aristocratic family's kid," Zhang Xiaoyi said.
"Does he listen to you?" Shen Ye asked.
"He's a police dog today," Zhang Xiaoyi said indignantly. "He wanted to fight to the death earlier-if he listened, I'd have taken him and run away ages ago-I'm a really fast runner!"
He reached out with both hands as though to pick up the dog.
The dog immediately bared his teeth at him, looking ready to lunge and bite.
Shen Ye paused,