Chapter 133: Summer Vacation Halfway Over
"Holy crap!"
When Chris returned to the main world with Stewie, he was startled to realize he hadn't turned off his watch's spacetime synchronization device after his dimension jump.
"Hahaha, you idiot! Did you just notice now?"
Stewie watched Chris's heartbroken expression, grinning so widely he couldn't close his mouth.
Seeing that Stewie still dared to mock him, Chris picked him up by his football head, saying, "You ungrateful brat! If I wasn't worried about you, how could I have been so flustered that I forgot something like this!"
"Bastard, let go of me!" Stewie's small hands grabbed Chris's wrist, his two little legs flailing back and forth.
But this was clearly a futile effort; as soon as Chris straightened his arms, Stewie couldn't kick anything.
"Damn it! If you keep this up, don't expect me to help you develop the return device!" Seeing he had no means of counterattack, Stewie immediately started using his intelligence, resorting to verbal threats.
And this was clearly effective. Chris chuckled at his words, holding Stewie in his arms and soothing him, "Why are you so sensitive to teasing! Can't your big brother admit he was wrong?"
Remembering his promise to Fox to return, Chris immediately didn't dare to mess around anymore and quickly put Stewie down.
At this moment, Chris was as awkward as Tom the cat caught stealing food from the fridge by his owner, nervously fidgeting.
However, compared to the cuteness of a feline creature, Chris's massive physique looked especially revolting.
"Ugh~" Brown liquid instantly spewed from Stewie's mouth, and he bent over, waving him off and saying, "Enough! Get out of here, I'll help you!"
Seeing his goal was achieved, Chris immediately stopped his actions, retreating with a smile and saying, "Then it's settled—you can't go back on your word!"
Chris, leaving Stewie's room, revealed a victorious smile. He knew Stewie responded to gentle persuasion, not force.
Just then, Meg walked out of her room and saw Chris standing at Stewie's door, grinning like an idiot. She immediately asked curiously, "Chris? Where did you and Stewie go all this time?"
"Oh, it's Meg! Did you finish your trip with your friends?"
"Uh-huh!" Meg nodded, saying with an exasperated expression, "They were afraid of being kidnapped again, so we came back two days after you guys left."
Chris looked at Meg, who hadn't had enough fun, and thought to himself, 'Given Meg's luck, which the world doesn't favor, her friends' concerns were definitely not unfounded at all.'
"Enough about them—what have you and Stewie been up to this whole time? I saw Brian was home the entire time. Didn't you guys go on a trip together back then?"
"Oh, that..." Chris stammered, unable to think of a suitable excuse for a moment.
However, Chris didn't need to come up with an excuse—Meg had already figured out the answer herself.
Her eyes scanned Chris up and down, then she showed a knowing expression. She looked around, and after confirming there was no one else, she asked in a low voice, "You didn't take Stewie to a strip club or something, did you? Your cologne smells pretty expensive."
"..."
Chris amplified his senses and carefully studied Meg, realizing she wasn't Brian in disguise. The feeling of disgust emanating from her proved this was indeed Meg herself.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
Meg, seeing Chris's strange stare, curiously touched her face.
"Nothing. It's just weird—when did your nose become so sensitive? It's almost as good as Brian's."
Confirming there was nothing on her face, Meg lowered her arm and recalled with a puzzled expression, "It seems like it was after I was kidnapped last time. Speaking of which, not only is my nose much more sensitive, but my body has also gotten a lot stronger. I wonder if it's just puberty?"
Chris's pupils contracted. He now had some understanding of Meg's true identity.
So upon hearing Meg talk about her changes, he instantly realized this might not be a good thing.
However, this worry only appeared for a moment. After remembering that God in this world was still walking among humans, Chris instantly stopped worrying.
After all, if the sky falls, the tallest one will hold it up, and given God's status, Chris didn't think there was anything in this world He couldn't handle.
At this moment, the White-Bearded Old Man who was delivering a package paused. The customer receiving the goods with both hands found he couldn't pull this small item. It was so heavy he felt like he was trying to drag the Rocky Mountains.
He pulled again with force, and finding it still didn't budge, he asked casually, "Sir! Is there something else?"
The White-Bearded Old Man seemed to snap out of it. He said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry—some ignorant kid mentioned me just now, which distracted me."
Then he handed the goods to the customer and began heading to the next house for delivery.
The muscular man who received the goods weighed the not-so-heavy package in his hand, then looked at the delivery old man's thick arms. After much hesitation, he said uncertainly, "Could it be that my strength isn't even as great as some old delivery guy?"
The muscular man, realizing this fact, immediately couldn't accept it. He picked up his package and rushed into the house.
"My dosage must not be enough. This is a good time for me to try the effects of this new energy drink."
The muscular man roughly tore open the package. Inside were dragon blood energy drinks he'd asked a friend to send from Rhode Island.
He'd intended to drink two bottles at once, but after thinking it over, he first drank one bottle. Finding his energy indeed became abundant, he then put the other bottle away.
"Yeah! It's kicking in!"
Chris, at home, still didn't know he'd been noticed by a certain White-Bearded Old Man, but a bad premonition had already appeared in his heart.
"Whoa, why did I suddenly shiver?"
Chris hugged his arms, feeling as if he'd been targeted by something sinister.
And just as he thought that, he suddenly felt even colder.
"Really?"
It was July now, peak summer—how could he feel cold?
Meg looked outside, didn't see any signs of the weather turning cloudy, and then gave Chris a weird look.
"You played too hard at that place! Young people still need to show some restraint."
"What?" Chris looked up in surprise, about to explain that with his physique, it was impossible for him to be worn out.
However, Meg clearly wasn't in the mood to listen to Chris's BS. She turned and walked downstairs.
"Oh, by the way. Do Mom and Dad know you're back? Do you need me to cover for you?"
Chris's mouth opened and closed, but in the end, he didn't say that his inexplicable chill had nothing to do with exhaustion.
In fact, because of Meg's questioning, he had to accept this undeserved reputation.
"Y-e-s!" Chris said through gritted teeth.
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