Chapter 24: The Drunken Little Rabbit
Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Editor: PlumSauce
Elvis’s brows relaxed instantly, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly. The students present snapped out of their daze at the male student’s groans. At that moment, they really weren’t the least bit envious of the student being handled by the little white rabbit. It was just too miserable.
As one of the students of the Ten Great Military Academies, being bullied by a cute little rabbit in public—where could his face even go? The students thought to themselves, The little white rabbit truly lives up to its reputation as the little rabbit raised by His Highness Elvis.
When the little white rabbit tried to slam the student from Zangfeng Academy for the third time, the stunned student finally came to his senses. Once, maybe twice, but cannot allow three times.
He immediately activated his ability, intending to attack and force the little rabbit to let him go. However, just as he stirred a wave of source energy, a spatial ability descended on him, a wave of pressure spreading out, restraining his limbs so he couldn’t move.
The crowd followed the source energy and all turned their eyes toward Elvis. Someone in the crowd whispered, “You can’t bully His Highness’s little darling.”
Under Elvis’s tacit encouragement, Yun Yingzhi slammed the male student two more times. After four consecutive, high-intensity slams, Yun Yingzhi felt dizzy, his small body wobbling—no matter how you looked at him, he was just a mischievous little rabbit.
Someone in the crowd remarked, “I saw His Highness feeding it alcohol earlier; it must be drunk.”
The Zangfeng Academy student’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot. A group of Zangfeng students stepped in front of the student that had been slammed by the little rabbit, glaring at the Fansa Academy students with hostility. They didn’t dare glare at Elvis, so they could only glare at the other students.
No matter what, their academy’s student being bullied by another academy’s student was a hit to their collective honor.
Elvis walked toward the little white rabbit. Sensing Elvis approaching, the little rabbit instinctively wanted to flee, but the spatial ability restrained it, leaving it immobile. Elvis simply scooped the little rabbit into his arms. The little rabbit’s droopy face was originally facing everyone, but at that moment, it buried its small face into Elvis’s chest, ears twitching incessantly.
Tired, exhausted, but somehow a little restless. Wait—this person holding me… Who was it again? The little rabbit rubbed against Elvis with its tiny face, failing to fully wake up, his mind still a blur.
Elvis stroked the little rabbit gently, paused, and said, “He’s so small—what harm could he possibly do?”
The student from Zangfeng Academy, who had been slammed four times, “….”
Everyone present, “….”
They all understood. Elvis’s words meant that it wasn’t the little rabbit’s fault for slamming someone. He was just a cute little rabbit, so tiny, so fragile. How could he possibly be at fault?
The crowd watched with subtle expressions, staring at the seriously composed, ice-cold, irrationally protective Elvis.
Elvis said, “As for compensation, you can contact my secretary.” With that, he turned and left, holding the little rabbit.
The crowd, “….”
Staff immediately stepped forward to quickly clean up the mess the little white rabbit had made. Even though such an unpleasant event had occurred, it didn’t dampen the students’ enthusiasm for socializing. Soon after, some male and female students, while looking for people they liked, occasionally turned the conversation back to His Highness Elvis’s little rabbit.
“That little white rabbit is so cute! I wonder what breed it is. Can a little rabbit really be that powerful?”
“That student from Zangfeng Academy said that it’s not a rabbit—it’s Yun Yingzhi.”
“I’m Yun Yingzhi’s classmate, and I can assure you, that little battle rabbit could never be our Yingzhi. Our Yingzhi is really fragile!”
Besides this student, a large group of Fansa Academy students swore that Yun Yingzhi could never possess the powerful combat ability that the little rabbit had.
Someone in the crowd asked curiously, “What about your academy’s school flower? Where did he go?”
“He just got here and was frightened; maybe he got scared off by the students from Eiffel Academy?”
“Speaking of which, His Highness’s little rabbit looks like the Cute Little Battle Rabbit from the Yaoming Battle Arena!”
Another said, “Its attack style seems exactly the same too.”
Suddenly, the entire venue fell silent. After a moment, a student looked at Fansa Academy students and questioned, “That little rabbit really isn’t your academy’s school flower?”
A Fansa Academy student said, “I don’t think so. Look, His Highness’s little rabbit is a little flirt—always acting cute, snuggling, rubbing. There’s no way it could be our school flower… right?”
Having said that, he wasn’t very sure himself. Subtly, the venue once again sank into an eerie stillness. Many eyes unconsciously drifted toward the direction where the little white rabbit had disappeared. Where had His Highness taken the little rabbit?
…
Elvis went straight to the rooftop lounge with the little white rabbit. After entering the lounge, the little rabbit, still curled up in his arms, began squirming restlessly again. The little white rabbit lifted his fluffy little face to peek at Elvis, and was only able to see his chin. He moved his tiny body again.
Elvis held the little rabbit as he sat on the sofa. The little rabbit blinked its big, glossy black eyes. Its muddled mind could think of only one thing: the person in front of him was different from before—especially not someone he could provoke, with combat power comparable to that of a prehistoric beast; he had to be respectful.
The little rabbit assessed the situation carefully. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively shifted backward, stepping onto Elvis’s leg. His tiny body swayed slightly. What the little rabbit didn’t realize was that the spatial ability surrounded him like a wall. Even if he couldn’t stabilize himself, he wouldn’t fall.
Noticing that Elvis had no intention of picking him up, the little rabbit relaxed and leapt onto the coffee table. Elvis’s brow slightly frowned. On the coffee table were plates of fruit and pastries—and wine. Obviously, the little rabbit noticed too.
Elvis, “…” He watched as the drunk little rabbit wobbled around the coffee table several times before finally approaching the wine. His tiny paws tentatively touched the wineglass, his gem-like eyes looking up at Elvis cautiously.
“….” Elvis’s eyelid twitched. He paused, then said, “No. You’ve had enough. You can’t drink anymore.”
The little rabbit, oblivious to his good intentions, snapped at Elvis angrily, “Da da da!”
Elvis, “….” He thought that perhaps it was the alcohol, because even when the little rabbit shouted angrily, the sound was soft and ridiculously cute. The little rabbit thought for a moment. His tiny body clung to the edge of the coffee table, seemingly trying to climb down. He could have just jumped down, but the drunk little rabbit insisted on trying to climb down.
Elvis’s first instinct was to pick him up, but the little rabbit’s acrophobic antics were far too entertaining. Also, with the coffee table being low and a thick plush carpet below, he didn’t pick up the little white rabbit. Acts of social embarrassment like this happen without any conscious awareness.
Elvis activated his personal terminal, switching it to video recording mode. The little rabbit hung from the edge of the coffee table, glancing at the floor and waggling his head, climbed up again, and glanced at the floor once more—it was a little risky, but he wanted to get down, so he dangled himself from the table, then climbed back up again.
After repeating this three times, the little rabbit stood in the center of the coffee table, lurching as if life itself had delivered an unbearable and heavy blow. Seeing the little rabbit like this, the corners of Elvis’s lips curved up. He thought that every time he saw the little rabbit, his mood lifted immensely. So cute.
The little rabbit shook his fur, brightened up, and seemed to remember something. He moved to another spot.
Elvis, “….”
He thought, The little rabbit wouldn’t think that… it was originally afraid to climb down from the first spot, but if it climbed down from a different place, it wouldn’t be afraid, right? Surely not. Even drunk, it shouldn’t have such an innocent, naive thought. But as he thought this, he realized the little rabbit genuinely seemed to think that way.
The little rabbit switched positions and tried to climb down again—but still didn’t make it.
Elvis, “….”
He watched as the little rabbit tried to climb down from two more spots, each time lacking the courage. Its tiny paws clung to the table edge, eyes staring downward. Finally… It climbed back again onto the coffee table.
If the scene weren’t so amusing, Elvis might have helped the fragile, helpless little rabbit. Suddenly, images of the little rabbit’s earlier battle form flashed in his mind. Before, it had been a battle rabbit. Now, it was a weak, helpless little rabbit.
Truly, the majority of Fansa Academy students sincerely believed Yun Yingzhi was fragile—and this scene proved why.
The little rabbit climbed back onto the coffee table, its expression lively, seemingly questioning the fairness of life.
Then, it seemed to remember something. Blinking its glossy black eyes, it jumped precisely from the table to the floor—not high, but very steadily. Clearly, jumping was easier than climbing.
Elvis realized he’d been misled by the little rabbit. The little rabbit had been fixated on climbing down, making him think climbing was the only option—but the little rabbit had astonishing jumping ability. Heights of half a meter? Easy. Several meters? Still manageable.
The little rabbit finally recognized its own innate skill. Little happy sparks danced around him as he jumped down joyfully. Landing successfully, the little rabbit was ecstatic. He couldn’t resist spinning on one paw while lifting the other, circling several times—a lively, adorable little rabbit.
Even Elvis couldn’t suppress a silent laugh, his chest shaking. If he hadn’t worried about startling the little rabbit, he would have burst out laughing—it was just too cute. After spinning in circles, the little rabbit hopped shakily, its eyesight directed at the nearby coffee table laden with food.
Then… The simple and humble little rabbit made its way back to the coffee table. Instead of jumping up, he hugged the table leg and painstakingly climbed up.
Elvis, “….” How cute. He thought to himself that in the future he’d find another chance to secretly feed the little rabbit some wine. The little rabbit da da-da’d toward the wine bottle, seemingly pondering how a small rabbit could open it.
Then, Elvis watched as the little rabbit jumped again—down. And then… The little rabbit transformed directly from its second form into human form.
Elvis, “….” Elvis could actually tell that Yun Yingzhi had always tried not to reveal his secret—always struggling to hide what belonged only to himself. He absolutely did not want anyone to know that his little socially embarrassing rabbit self had any connection to himself personally, but…
The drunk Yun Yingzhi had no awareness of this. Right in front of him, he transformed back from his second form into his human form.
In human form, Yun Yingzhi’s hair was slightly disheveled from the alcohol, his cheeks flushed pink, and his oversized white shirt hung loosely on his frame. The top button had fallen off at some point, exposing pale, smooth skin. His already strikingly good looks had become breathtaking.
Yun Yingzhi didn’t notice Elvis at all as he staggered toward the coffee table. Elvis frowned, worried he might fall, and kept a close eye on him. Yun Yingzhi finally reached the coffee table and sat down directly in front of it, recklessly pouring himself more wine. He held onto the edge with both hands, taking tiny sips. Before long, half the wine was gone.
The way Yun Yingzhi drank was utterly adorable. Each sip made his brows curve into a soft arc, and little happy, almost tangible, sparks seemed to radiate from him. He was a truly cute little drunkard. Elvis thought he should try to keep Yun Yingzhi away from alcohol as much as possible in the future. But a little indulgence now and then was fine—after all, he was just too cute when drunk.
By the time Elvis realized it, Yun Yingzhi was already pouring himself a second glass. Elvis’s eyelid twitched. He reached out and stopped him, saying, “You can’t drink anymore.”
Startled, Yun Yingzhi’s eyes widened as he looked at the person in front of him. He couldn’t understand. Who was this? What were they saying? After thinking for a moment, Yun Yingzhi figured that with his personality, he would never be so unrestrained in front of others. Therefore, the person in front of him had to be… Yun Yinghui!
Yes, it had to be his brother. Yun Yingzhi stumbled to his feet. Elvis frowned. Then, he watched as Yun Yingzhi circled him once and walked directly up to him.
Elvis, “….”
Knowing Yun Yingzhi as he did, normally Yun Yingzhi would try to avoid him, not come closer—especially after doing so many socially embarrassing things in front of him…
Was this really the effect of alcohol? As Elvis pondered this, Yun Yingzhi suddenly sat on his lap. Elvis froze, a huge question mark forming in his mind. This was… What was happening? Dumbstruck, Elvis watched as Yun Yingzhi wrapped his arms around his neck, his pink tender cheeks pressed against Elvis’s, and said in an injured tone, “Brother!”
Elvis, “….” His expression immediately turned ugly. Who was this “brother” Yun Yingzhi was talking about?
Yun Yingzhi sniffled and said, “Brother! Mom and Dad like A-Yao more, but only Brother likes ZhiZhi the most.” The corners of his mouth drooped, his aggrieved expression growing even more so.
Elvis’s awful mood improved instantly—he realized that the brother Yun Yingzhi mentioned was Yun Yinghui. Yun Yingzhi pitifully continued, “When Mom and Dad call A-Yao, they say ‘A-Yao’. But when they call me, it’s either ‘Yun Yingzhi’ or ‘Yingzhi.’ Only Brother calls me ‘ZhiZhi.’”
Elvis gently patted Yun Yingzhi’s back, soothing him with the softest voice he could muster, “ZhiZhi.”
That simple name calmed Yun Yingzhi. He again rubbed his cheek against Elvis’s, saying, “Brother, I want to tattle to Brother!”
Elvis paused. Seeing Yun Yingzhi’s teary, expectant eyes, he murmured gently, “Okay, ZhiZhi.”
Yun Yingzhi said, “Other people in relationships hold hands and kiss their lovers, but I’ve never held hands or kissed anyone!”
The corners of Elvis’s lips faintly curved up. He thought to himself that Yun Yingzhi’s first kiss was still untouched. Yun Yingzhi babbled on, criticizing Huai Boshe. He began counting on his fingers, saying, “Hmph! I will find my true love—stronger than that trash Huai Boshe, loves me, especially loves me, and I’ll especially love my love too!” His voice grew louder as he spoke and lifted his small chin with pride.
Elvis thought to himself that he suited Yun Yingzhi very well. Yun Yingzhi added, “Brother! I want revenge on Huai Boshe!”
Elvis said lightly, “Okay.”
Yun Yingzhi shouted, “I want to snatch his top student position!”
Elvis’s eyelid twitched. He looked Yun Yingzhi up and down. He had to admit… Yun Yingzhi’s strength in his second form was impressive. But even so, he didn’t think Yun Yingzhi could actually take Huai Boshe’s top student spot. Still, he didn’t mention that yet. Instead, he pondered whether there was a conventional—or unconventional—way for Yun Yingzhi to seize it.
Yun Yingzhi sniffled again, continuing his complaints. As he spoke, he suddenly stretched his arm, grabbed the wine bottle, and guzzled it. Elvis was stunned as he tried to snatch the bottle from him—but by now, the wine had spilled over both of them.
Elvis thought, Drunk Yun Yingzhi was truly a bear-rabbit, or rather, a bear-rabbit disguised as a tattle-tale.1
Yun Yingzhi, deprived of the wine bottle, was a little unhappy, but said nothing. However, perhaps because the wet clothes felt uncomfortable, he subconsciously tried to take them off. Elvis furrowed his eyebrows, wanting to stop him. Yun Yingzhi continued to remove his clothing. Elvis applied more force with his hands, restraining him.
Their eyes met, Yun Yingzhi angrily said, “Brother, why are you bullying ZhiZhi?” He was really mad.
Elvis said, “Don’t take off your clothes.”
Yun Yingzhi exerted more force. This time he didn’t undress; the little bear-rabbit ripped the shirt instead, revealing pale, smooth skin. He was surprisingly strong.
Elvis’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably. Yun Yingzhi looked at him with a smug expression, utterly reckless. Elvis tensed, about to say something, but Yun Yingzhi started fumbling again, trying to take off his pants.
Elvis’s voice hardened, “Yun Yingzhi, stop it.”
Yun Yingzhi immediately broke down. He hiccupped and sobbed, tears falling, as he complained, “Brother, how can you call me by my full name? You’ve always called me ZhiZhi, wuwuwu…”
A vein on Elvis’s temple twitched. Yun Yingzhi squirmed on his lap, grinding and moving, and Elvis felt… Words couldn’t describe the feeling. Still, amidst Yun Yingzhi’s complaints, Elvis said, “ZhiZhi, be good. It’s my fault.”
He thought to himself that Yun Yingzhi and his brother were a little too close. He hoped the two of them could maintain a proper distance.
Yun Yingzhi continued his efforts to remove his pants, then blinked his big black eyes and said, “Brother, you p—”
Elvis held Yun Yingzhi by the neck with both hands, and pressed his lips against his. Yun Yingzhi’s mind went completely blank. He had no idea what was happening. Huh? The little rabbit had a stunned face.
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