All My Colleagues Are Animals 27p2

Chapter 27 p2

Today was the first day of her beautiful boss’s sugar abstinence.

Ye Qingyu came to work at the studio on time and found that everyone, who usually slacked off with great vigor, was for once working with great vigor today.

Shui Zhu, who usually spoke and acted unhurriedly, was now typing furiously, her screen filled with long passages of niche literature, depicting the sweet and sour love between a pelican and a big goose.

Currently, the story was at the stage of the pelican’s unrequited love.

Halfway through typing, she suddenly turned to Gu Yue to confirm a detail. “Did she peck your left or right wing that day?”

Gu Yue huffed proudly, as if showing off a medal of honor. “Both.”

Ye Qingyu had just sat down. Hearing this, she couldn’t help but look at Gu Yue’s back, but saw no mutated wings.

Could it be phantom wings?

This colleague really seems to be fantasizing that she’s a pelican.

Not long after, Wu Shu, who was sitting across from her, stood up, performed a handsome set of leopard punches in the air, and hummed a song as she walked toward the work area entrance.

“Nian Qiu, come to the gym with me. When we go to the front lines to investigate, we’ll beat the humans who have betrayed small animals to a pulp…”

“I don’t need muscles, as long as I can fly…” Nian Qiu chirped in protest, but in the end, she still followed her downstairs.

Ye Qingyu wasn’t listening closely; she was checking the submission inbox.

Unsurprisingly, their “Small Animals Have Something to Say” bot had no new submissions.

After a moment’s thought, she opened a social media platform and tried to learn how bots were usually run.

After a period of immersive learning, she looked up at the time and saw that it was already a quarter past ten.

Ten in the morning was usually the time when Boss Pei would send a message asking her to peel mangosteens or cut apples, but now, her phone was silent.

Ye Qingyu couldn’t help but feel gratified—my boss is consciously abstaining from sugar.

In the office, Pei the Red Panda was indeed dutifully abstaining from fruit.

She was already a mature red panda. She wouldn’t lack the willpower for something as small as abstaining from fruit—

—Actually, it was because she hadn’t eaten bamboo leaves and shoots for so long that now, eating them, the novelty and unfamiliarity had created a delicious enjoyment.

Her furry paws held a crisp and tender bamboo shoot. She bit down with her sharp teeth, making a clear crunch sound.

Delicious.

Pei the Red Panda was content. Her large, furry ears twitched as she chewed, looking extremely springy and soft.

Full of bamboo shoots and leaves, she once again expertly requested a remote, air-to-air belly rub from the human.

She contentedly flicked her large tail, and a question suddenly popped into her head—

If she were to enter her long mating season soon, what would happen to the plush toy?

With the level of sensitivity at that time, she, a little panda, probably wouldn’t be able to bear the rubbing of a human’s palm at all…

Just the thought made her body feel a little hot.

Forget it. I’m not in my mating season yet. I’ll just enjoy it for now.

Pei the Red Panda licked her teeth and, carefree, drifted off to sleep.

***

The third day of her beautiful boss’s sugar abstinence.

Shui Zhu twitched her ears in front of her screen and, for once, spoke with emotion. “Why is the magazine’s review process so strict? It’s almost as strict as Jinjiang.”

“Even slightly explicit descriptions are not allowed. But I remember that human policy encourages having three children, right?”

Not to mention that sometimes, small animals can have six or eight in one litter.

Tun-Tun was so heartbroken she wanted to find a small animal and chew on its ears.

Nian Qiu, on the other hand, was lying on her seat, refusing to go to the gym with Wu Shu.

“Just ask Bai Shuang to go with you. My wings are so sore. If I train anymore, I’m worried I’ll be able to whip up a hurricane just by flapping my wings.”

And at this very moment, Ye Qingyu received a message from Boss Pei:

【Ye Qingyu, I’ll just have one apple and two mangosteens.】

A very restrained order.

Ye Qingyu replied with unwavering resolve: 【Boss Pei, the doctor said no fruit at all for two weeks.】

Pei the Red Panda reluctantly made a concession: 【Half an apple, one mangosteen.】

Ye Qingyu: 【Hang in there. Two weeks will pass quickly.】

In her office, Pei the Red Panda drooped her ears, her furry paws rubbing her empty stomach.

***

The fifth day of sugar abstinence.

Pei the Red Panda’s stomach was getting more and more comfortable, but her spirits were getting weaker and weaker.

She was in a mood.

Pei the Red Panda, who never suffered in silence, set an alarm for 3 AM. In the middle of the night, she listlessly climbed down from the tree and submitted a protest to the bot’s inbox:

【If red pandas don’t eat apples, the earth will collapse.】

To hide her identity and anonymously tap the bot, she decided to pretend to be an international red panda this time—

—In addition to sending the email in the middle of the night, she also used a translation software to translate the content into English and changed the signature to “A red panda from abroad.”

When Ye Qingyu saw the email the next morning, with her excellent memory, she knew from a single glance at the sender’s email address that it was the “loyal fan” from last time.

Her beautiful boss was trying to pretend to be a red panda.

She couldn’t help but laugh and typed a reply to the email in a tone like she was coaxing a small animal cub: 【You’ve abstained from sugar for five days already, that’s amazing. It’ll be over soon. I’ll peel you a mangosteen then.】

Pei the Red Panda sat in her office chair, her furry paws randomly rubbing her face, sullen.

My cover was blown. I’ll have to register a new email address.

In her frustration, she suddenly had a thought.

Her eyes lit up, and her ears slowly perked up.

I’ll just go downstairs and take a look. I definitely won’t eat anything.

Pei the Red Panda demurely and restrainedly went to the first-floor living room and paused—

—the coffee table was completely empty, save for a few bags of snacks.

These past few days, when Ye Qingyu and Luo Bian had gone shopping, they had deliberately not bought any of Pei the Red Panda’s favorite fruits.

Pei the Red Panda stood there, stunned in disbelief.

***

The seventh day of sugar abstinence, lunch break.

The human and most of the small animals had all returned to their own beds or nests and were sleeping quietly.

Only a certain suspect with the surname Pei, carrying a suspicious black bag, silently went up to the second floor and entered her office.

First, she carefully locked the door from the inside, then sat down at her desk and began to peel a mangosteen for herself.

Admittedly, after Pei the Red Panda transformed into her human form, her hands were also very beautiful.

Unfortunately, they weren’t very useful.

After a chaotic attempt at peeling the mangosteen, her delicate fingertips were all stained with rosy juice, and she couldn’t peel out the clean, white flesh like a cat’s paw as Ye Qingyu could.

Whatever, as long as it’s edible.

She licked her teeth and impatiently bit into a piece of the flesh. The clear, sweet mangosteen juice filled her taste buds, making the little panda feel comfortable all over, and she squinted her eyes.

But the abundant juice flowed from her palm all the way to her elbow, which felt very uncomfortable.

When enjoying a wonderful delicacy, how can one not be in the most comfortable state?

Everyone is on their lunch break anyway. I’ll just wash my hands and come back to eat.

Pei the Red Panda was very cautious. She first listened at the door for a few seconds.

The entire world was quiet, with only the lazy warmth of a spring afternoon.

She used the back of her clean hand to awkwardly unlock the door, push it down, and poke her head out…

As expected, there were no humans or beasts.

Pei the Red Panda’s ears twitched. She gradually relaxed and walked toward the bathroom.

She was, after all, feeling guilty, so she held her juice-stained hands behind her back. That way, she would always have some room to maneuver—

“Boss Pei?”

The bathroom door suddenly opened in front of her, and the young woman’s voice unexpectedly reached her ears.

The voice was actually soft and gentle, but in the silence, the sudden sound was like a clap of thunder to the guilty Pei Rong.

The little panda’s timid nature instantly spread through her limbs. Her peach blossom eyes flew open and turned red, and her whole body trembled in fright.

She stumbled back two steps, her palms open and held high above her ears, subconsciously striking a “surrender” pose.

And so, Pei the Red Panda’s two hands, stained with the rosy juice of the mangosteen and full of criminal evidence, were laid bare for the human to see.

“…”