Lin Yu spoke in a low, somber tone.
What a shame.
The college student persona still limited his full potential.
If only he could have a cigarette dangling from his lips right now—that would really amplify his presence.
But then again.
He was only dealing with a spoiled dog. A little psychological pressure should be more than enough.
Good Luck lifted its chin from the ground, staring at Lin Yu in shock.
That expression on the dog’s face was all too familiar to Lin Yu.
He’d seen it almost every time he activated the Beast Command before.
Except this time…
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint’s imposing aura and mental intimidation left his Dao Companion trembling in awe!]
[Reward: 100 Spirit Stones]
Mao Ruirui, who had been setting up traffic cones, noticeably froze.
Her hands trembled slightly, knocking one over.
Lin Yu looked ahead, baffled. "???"
Could she really hear him from this far away?
He hadn’t even raised his voice!
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Sometimes, the Beast Command being too sensitive was more trouble than it was worth.
Lin Yu’s mind raced as he considered alternative uses for it…
Good Luck’s head kept swiveling, looking around in every direction.
It was utterly bewildered by the fact that it could understand Lin Yu’s words.
Holy crap!
H-h-he… How was this human speaking dog language?!
Was he really talking to it?
Were there other dogs around? No—other people?
Then, Lin Yu’s voice came again.
"Stop looking around. I am talking to you."
"I know you’re a smart dog—you’re just lazy."
"The girl I like needs you to step up, and I have to help her."
"If you dare hold her back, I swear I’ll put you through the harshest training imaginable—you won’t enjoy it either."
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint’s heartfelt confession left his Dao Companion utterly smitten!]
[Reward: 100 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu’s heart leaped with joy.
Another critical reward!
If he played his cards right, the Beast Command’s abilities could be exploited in some pretty interesting ways.
After all, how would an ordinary college student like him ever guess that his sister could overhear his whispered conversation with a dog?
Even if Mao Ruirui found it strange, she’d only question herself—never suspecting Lin Yu.
Just as he predicted.
Mao Ruirui’s movements slowed as she arranged the traffic cones.
She even dragged it out, eager to hear what else Lin Yu would say to Good Luck.
It was bizarre, really.
She knew her hearing wasn’t fixed—she still struggled to catch what people said most of the time.
Occasionally, it even led to embarrassing misunderstandings.
But when it came to Xiao Yu…
Why could she hear him so clearly?
Even from this distance, his words rang in her ears as if he were standing right beside her.
What was going on?
Since she couldn’t figure it out, she set the thought aside for now.
One thing was certain, though…
Xiao Yu had just told a dog about "the girl he liked"?
Saying something like that to a dog was… strange.
Yet, Mao Ruirui’s heart raced uncontrollably.
She’d felt the same way earlier, after hanging up with Wang Biao and seeing Xiao Yu fired up with determination.
Xiao Yu was doing everything he could to help her—in his own way.
So then…
What could she do for him?
Back at the scene, Good Luck shifted from lying down to sitting upright.
It was now absolutely certain—Lin Yu was talking to it.
And what’s more…
The tone of the voice was unbearably domineering, far worse than the lady of the house.
And yet...
This harsh tone left Lucky utterly unable to resist, not even daring to let out a single whimper.
All it could do was follow Lin Yu's instructions without a second thought.
As if any extra action would invite disaster.
The next moment.
Lin Yu might just pounce on it and give it a beating!
Seeing Lucky stand up, Lin Yu crooked a finger at it.
Lucky immediately trotted over to his side.
Whimpering pitifully all the while.
"You really are quite clever."
"I'll teach you a few tricks later. Pay close attention and learn well."
"Once you master them, your owner will reward you handsomely when you go home."
"But if you don’t learn... well, that’s fine too..."
Lin Yu stroked the dog’s head, his knuckles cracking ominously.
Lucky: "!!!"
"Whimper..."
Mom!
Mom, where are you?
I don’t wanna play at the pet shop anymore—I wanna go home!
From Lucky’s expression, Lin Yu could tell it understood every word.
While Mao Ruirui wasn’t quite ready yet, Lin Yu started with some basic training exercises.
"Your owner mentioned you’re pretty lazy at home too?"
"Look at all this fat—how can you stay healthy without proper exercise?"
With that.
Lin Yu stood up and gestured to a spot level with his shoulders:
"Jump up and touch my hand."
Lucky’s eyes widened: "???"
That high?
Are you kidding me?!
It had lived a life of pampered leisure.
There was no way it could jump that high!
"Jump up... touch my hand..."
Not far away.
Mao Ruirui shuddered.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she struggled to keep her balance.
Mao Ruirui: "!!!"
Was she losing her mind?
Lin Yu was clearly talking to Lucky!
So why did she feel an irresistible urge to jump on the spot?
No, no.
Her ears might be fine, but her brain was about to short-circuit!
She had to finish setting up the obstacles quickly so Lin Yu could start the training.
Mao Ruirui only panicked for a brief moment.
But Lucky, facing Lin Yu, was utterly terrified!
Lucky: "???"
What’s with this human’s glare?
It’s downright terrifying!
Didn’t its owner always say it was the cutest, most well-behaved dog in the world?
How could anyone dare treat it so harshly?
Mom! Mom, where are you?
Someone’s trying to murder a dog here!
After a tense staring contest.
Lucky finally succumbed to its fear and obediently leaped into the air.
As a medium-sized dog, it could easily reach that height with a proper stretch.
But alas.
It had grown too lazy, its limbs weak from disuse.
The jump fell far short, barely clearing Lin Yu’s waist.
The target at his shoulders seemed impossibly distant.
"Whimper..."
Lucky let out a defeated whine.
As if pleading with Lin Yu that it had tried its best.
But.
Lin Yu could see right through its half-hearted effort.
With Mao Ruirui watching, he couldn’t actually discipline the dog.
So he resorted to relentless psychological pressure.
"Is that all you’ve got?"
"Guess you’re skipping meals today!"
"Too much food made you sluggish—a couple of hungry days will fix that."
"Look at me, answer me..."
"Do you still want to eat or not?!"
(Second update for today, with an extra chapter coming soon—it won't be too late!)
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