Lu Feng rubs his belly seriously, as if this can speed up the growth of a baby spore.

An Zhe doesn’t want to bother with him, and continues to change his form, using his mycelium to tie this guy up firmly.

Lu Feng pushes a part of his mycelium aside, then ties a bow with two of the locks. However, An Zhe has a special technique in unknotting, so he unties himself.

Lu Feng ties an even more complicated knot.

An Zhe unknots.

He knots again.

He unknots again.

Finally, An Zhe withdraws those two mycelium locks completely.

——Such a juvenile game, even human infants don’t care to play.

Lu Feng chuckles lightly, then fishes up a large bundle of the mycelium and starts to groom him.

An Zhe doesn’t need this kind of service, and with every smoothing from Lu Feng he’d take back a part. Ten minutes later, his form has already shrunken to three quarters of his normal state, and is now only the size of a coconut.

It’s as if Lu Feng’s suddenly discovered something, and he asks, “You can turn small?”

“I can.”

This is also something An Zhe has discovered recently; he can control the size of his own form. Who knows if this has anything to do with eating indiscriminately——Clearly it’s been a long time since he’s eaten those things.

“Can you turn any smaller?” He hears Lu Feng ask.

An Zhe tries to take in more of the mycelium, and turns into the size of an apple.

Shrink some more, and he’s turned into the size of a ping pong ball.

——Seems he can shrink even more.

An Zhe continues to feel his own control of the mycelium, and keeps shrinking.

Suddenly, his body lightens, and flies up.

Startled, he then realizes it’s because Lu Feng has picked him up.

Then, he is dropped into the breast pocket of Lu Feng’s uniform.

Click, the button is buttoned.

“Let’s take you out to play.” The colonel’s voice is light and easy, seeming to be quite cheerful.

An Zhe, “...”

The colonel must’ve gained some strange sense of happiness.

CHAPTER 90: THE MUSHROOM’S DIARY (EXTRA)

News has come from the Northern Base, they’re planning on building a human museum in the heart of the ventilation ducts that fortunately escaped destruction at the old location of the main city, so they’re requesting for almost everyone’s memoirs. Many people in the research institute have handed theirs in.

But Lu Feng didn’t.

He doesn’t have a memoir, he doesn’t write diaries either, his work handbook is basically his diary, but those words are too perfunctory, and it’s already lost.

In all the records of humanity, the Judge did not leave a single word behind.