"Hey, catch!"
Even though a week had passed since his transmigration, Chris still felt a jolt of shock when that white Labrador Retriever stood up and threw a baseball at him.
However, his body instinctively reached out an arm to catch the baseball, then struck a perfect throwing pose.
Just as Chris was about to throw the ball back to Brian, Lois poked her head out and called out: "Chris, stop playing, come over and try the strawberry pie I made!"
As Lois's sharp voice rang out, Chris consciously stopped his movements, and Brian shrugged, saying: "Alright, looks like we'll have to do this another time."
Chris was internally amazed at how a dog could perform such human-like actions, but his face mirrored the disappointment as he said: "I was only three points away from winning; Lois's strawberry pie just saved your wallet."
"Aha! Doesn't that just prove that Lois is my lucky goddess!"
Hearing Chris's snarky comment, Brian didn't admit defeat; instead, he shamelessly started spouting flowery nonsense.
But Chris couldn't be bothered to argue back; after all, even though this dog wasn't quite as much of a beast as in the cartoon, it still wasn't a good dog.
Putting away the baseball and glove, and following the habits of his past life, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands before walking over to his seat.
The steaming strawberry pie was sitting quietly on the table.
The cloying, sweet scent made Chris's throat twitch, instantly triggering the physical instincts belonging to Chris, and a mysterious voice in his mind told him to hurry up and swallow this food.
However, his consciousness as a Transmigrator felt somewhat resistant; after all, to him, this thing was simply too sweet.
For someone who found even a bottle of carbonated soda in his past life sweet enough to make his teeth ache, this calorie bomb—which looked and smelled like it was bursting with sugar—was truly hard to stomach.
But the other members of this family clearly didn't feel the same way; Brian and Meg had already cleared their plates.
Although he wondered if Brian could handle something so sweet, seeing him staring at the strawberry pie in front of him, eager to dig in, Chris knew he couldn't look at things in this world through the lens of his past life anymore.
Letting out a long sigh, Chris suppressed his discomfort and picked up his knife and fork to eat.
The food wasn't as hard to accept as Chris had imagined once it was in his mouth, but the sense of satisfaction transmitted by his genes told Chris that this thing was indeed a massive calorie bomb.
It was no wonder that this family had two severely obese individuals: Peter and Chris.
Of course, the others weren't exactly thin either.
Stewie, sitting to the side, watched Chris's strange behavior with an amused thought flickering in its eyes, and that teasing gaze even piqued Brian's curiosity.
But seeing that Stewie didn't make any other moves, and after Chris finished the strawberry pie, Brian looked regretfully at the empty table before walking to the living room to watch TV.
Seeing her child start cleaning up the table after finishing the meal, Lois took the opportunity to ask about Chris's injuries.
"Chris, how has your body been feeling these past two days? Is anything uncomfortable?"
The sudden concern took Chris by surprise. He had originally held no hope for the members of this beastly family, but from Lois, he still felt the taste of familial affection.
This was no different from his family in his past life.
It was precisely from Lois that Chris discovered this world wasn't truly like what was performed in the cartoon—devoid of any ethics or morals, a completely beastly household.
Of course, this feeling was currently limited to Lois.
At least during the week he was recuperating at home, Peter had never once shown him any concern.
He didn't even offer a single greeting, at most just refraining from drinking at home and leaving early and returning late every day.
But considering Peter's beastly behavior in the cartoon, his ability to refrain from drinking and causing scenes at home might already be a rare, tender side of him.
Chris, lost in his random thoughts, got up to help Lois 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 take the initiative to help her clean the table, Lois was stunned; she hadn't expected her always lazy son to have such a filial side.
This made Lois feel a bit unaccustomed for a moment, and she hurriedly took the tableware Chris handed her, then continued: "It's good that you're fine, but I got you two weeks of leave. Are you sure you don't want to take this opportunity to have some fun?"
A pure white person like Lois wouldn't understand the indirect communication used among Chinese people; when she heard Chris say his body was fine, she truly believed he was fine.
Instead, she started talking about how Chris could rest for another week.
But for Chris, he had already been fine since the day he was discharged from the hospital; this week of recuperation was just him not saying much so he could familiarize himself with the environment and receive memories.
And now that he was finished familiarizing himself, and had fully received the original body's memories, there was naturally no need to waste more time.
Returning to class early to familiarize himself with the American education system and making plans for the future was the real priority.
After all, with the connections from Lois's dad's side, and the help of that genius child, Stewie.
He might even have a chance to become the head of the White House in the future.
So he should be working even harder.
But he couldn't tell Lois these plans directly, so Chris could only brush it off, saying: "Forget it, Mom. If I play for another week, I can't expect to get out of class on time in the future; I don't want to be kept after school!"
This perfectly correct answer stunned Lois, and then she burst into laughter, saying: "Oh hahaha, it seems my little meatball has grown up!"
As she spoke, Lois reached out and rubbed Chris's chin; even a slight rub made the fat on Chris's entire face jiggle, which made Lois amused again.
"Alright, you guys go play! Mom is going to go wash the dishes."
Watching Lois walk into the kitchen, Chris dropped his facade and turned to look at Stewie.
This demon Stewie revealed a mysterious smile, staring at Chris with a look that seemed to see through everything.
"Want to talk?"
Seeing that Stewie, the genius Stewie, made no attempt to hide, clearly showing that it had seen through everything, Chris took the initiative to extend an invitation.
And with Stewie acting like this, it was clearly also wanting to talk to its brother, who had undergone such a change.
Therefore, Stewie smiled and said: "Of course! Do you want to go somewhere more private?"
Following Stewie's gaze, Chris looked at the living room. Meg was focused on the TV, but Brian's perked-up ears indicated that the dog was very interested in their conversation.
Although he had no intention of keeping his identity a secret, Chris still understood the principle that too many eyes and ears could lead to trouble.
Before knowing Stewie's specific thoughts, Chris decided it was better to keep things a bit more confidential.
"Should we go to your secret base or somewhere else?"
Hearing Chris's words, Stewie raised an eyebrow and continued: "It seems you know quite a lot!"
To this, Chris gave a mysterious smile, not intending to say anything more.
And Stewie didn't press further, just got down from its seat, and walking with its short little legs, said: "Follow me!"
Watching Stewie and Chris go upstairs, Brian's tail wagged so fast it was a blur, but after thinking for a moment, he ultimately didn't follow.
Brian, as a writer, understood the principle of self-preservation very well.
The two guys in front of him clearly had some secret dealings; it was better for him, a simple little dog, not to know.