"Hey, catch!"
Even though a week had passed since his transmigration, Chris was still a bit shocked when the white Labrador stood up and threw a baseball at him.
However, his body instinctively reached out and caught the baseball, then struck a perfect throwing pose.
Just as Chris was about to throw the ball to Brian, Louise poked her head out and shouted, "Chris, stop playing, come quickly and try my strawberry pie!"
Louise's sharp voice came, Chris consciously stopped, and Brian also shrugged and said, "Alright, it seems like we'll have to play next time."
Chris was amazed in his heart how a dog could perform such human-like actions, but on his face, he showed a similar expression of regret and said, "Three more points and I would have won. Louise's strawberry pie saved your wallet."
"Oh, ha! Doesn't that just prove Louise is my goddess of luck!"
When Brian heard Chris's complaint, he not only didn't admit his defeat but shamelessly started to play coy.
However, Chris was too lazy to argue, after all, this dog, while not as beastly as in the cartoons, was not a good dog either.
Putting away the baseball and glove, he followed his past life's habit and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then Chris walked to his seat.
A steaming hot strawberry pie lay quietly on the table.
The sickly sweet smell made Chris's throat stir, instantly arousing the body's instincts, and a strange voice in his mind told him to quickly swallow this food.
However, the Transmigrator's consciousness was somewhat repulsed; after all, this thing was simply too sweet for him.
For him, who in his previous life got a toothache from drinking a bottle of soda, this calorie bomb that looked and smelled like it had an off-the-charts sweetness was truly hard to stomach.
But the other members of this family apparently didn't feel that way; Brian and Megan had already cleared their plates.
Although he wondered if Brian could eat such sweet things, seeing him eagerly eyeing the strawberry pie in front of him, Chris knew he couldn't look at things in this world with his past life's perspective anymore.
Taking a deep breath, Chris suppressed the discomfort in his heart, then picked up his knife and fork, preparing to eat.
The food, once in his mouth, was not as difficult to accept as Chris had imagined, but the sense of satisfaction from his genes told Chris that its calorie content was indeed off the charts.
It was no wonder that in this family, there were two severely obese individuals, Peter and Chris.
Of course, the others weren't exactly thin either.
Dumpling on the side watched Chris's strange behavior, an interesting thought flashing in his eyes, and his playful gaze aroused Brian's curiosity.
However, seeing that Dumpling made no other moves, and after Chris finished the strawberry pie, Brian regretfully looked at the empty table, then walked to the living room to watch TV.
Louise saw her child finish eating and began to clear the table, and while doing so, she also inquired about Chris's injury.
"Chris, how have you been feeling these past two days? Is there anywhere you're uncomfortable?"
The sudden concern made Chris pause; he had originally given up hope on the members of this beastly family, but from Louise, he still felt the taste of family affection.
This was no different from his family in his previous life.
It was also from Louise that Chris discovered this world was not truly as depicted in the cartoons, devoid of any ethics or morals, a completely beastly family.
Of course, this feeling was currently limited to Louise.
At least during the week he had been recuperating at home, Peter had never once shown him any concern.
He hadn't even offered a single greeting; at most, he just didn't drink at home and was out early and back late every day.
However, considering Peter's beastly behavior in the cartoons, his ability to refrain from drinking and acting crazy at home might already be a rare display of warmth.
Chris, thinking about various things, also got up to help Louise clean up, his mouth not idle as he replied, "Oh! No, my body is great, I feel like I can return to school tomorrow."
Seeing Chris actively helping her clear the table, Louise was surprised; she hadn't expected Chris, who was usually fond of eating and lazy, to have such a filial side.
This made Louise a bit unaccustomed for a moment, and she quickly took the utensils Chris handed over, then continued Chris's words, saying, "It's good that you're fine, but I've asked for two weeks off for you. Are you sure you don't want to take this opportunity to have a good time?"
Louise, being a pure Caucasian, wouldn't engage in the subtle communication common among Chinese people; if Chris said he was fine, she truly believed he was fine.
Instead, she talked about Chris still being able to rest for another week.
However, for Chris, as early as the day he was discharged from the hospital, he was already fine; this week of recuperation was merely for him to get accustomed to the environment and absorb memories, which was why he hadn't said much.
And now that he was fully accustomed and had received all of the original body's memories, there was naturally no need to waste any more time.
Returning to class early, familiarizing himself with the American education system, and planning for the future was the proper course of action.
After all, with Louise's father's connections and the help of Dumpling, this genius infant.
He might even have a chance to become the White House's top leader in the future.
So, he should be even more diligent.
However, he couldn't tell Louise these plans directly, so Chris could only prevaricate, "Forget it, Mom. If I play for another week, I won't be able to expect to leave class on time in the future. I don't want to be kept after school!"
Such a correct answer made Louise pause, and then she burst out laughing, "Oh hahaha, it seems my little meatball has grown up!"
Saying this, Louise reached out and rubbed Chris's chin; just a slight rub made the fat on Chris's entire face jiggle, which amused Louise even more.
"Alright, you two play! Mom's going to wash the dishes."
Watching Louise walk into the kitchen, Chris dropped the disguise on his face, then turned to look at Dumpling.
This demonic infant revealed a mysterious smile, staring at Chris with an expression that saw through everything.
"Talk?"
Chris proactively extended an invitation to Dumpling, this genius infant, who made no secret of his expression, clearly telling him that he saw through everything.
And Dumpling adopting such a posture clearly meant he also wanted to talk to his changed older brother.
Therefore, Dumpling smiled and said, "Of course! Do you want to go somewhere more private?"
Following Dumpling's gaze, Chris looked towards the living room; Megan was watching TV with focused attention, but Brian's perked ears indicated that the dog was very interested in their conversation.
Although he had no intention of keeping his identity a secret, Chris understood the principle that too many people and too many eyes would inevitably lead to trouble.
Before knowing Dumpling's specific thoughts, Chris decided it was better to keep things confidential.
"To your secret base or somewhere else?"
Listening to Chris's words, Dumpling's eyebrows twitched, then he said, "It seems you know quite a lot!"
Chris smiled mysteriously in response, not planning to say anything more.
And Dumpling didn't press further, he just got down from his seat and, with his short little legs, said, "Follow me!"
Watching Dumpling and Chris go upstairs, Brian's tail wagged so fast it was a blur, but after a moment of thought, he ultimately did not follow.
Brian, as a writer, understood the principle of self-preservation very well.
These two guys clearly had some secret dealings, and it was better for him, a simple little dog, not to know.