Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Stove faints from Embarrassment

Stove was a very competitive plant. Seeing his "wife" swoon over Su Qinglan’s green energy made his leaves curl with a desperate need to prove himself.

He didn’t want to be just the powerful one or the plant who brought roasted meat; he wanted to be a romantic provider of the Great Green Light too!

He straightened his main stem, puffed out his chest, and began to concentrate with every fiber of his cellulose.

His leaves started to tremble, and a low, grunting sound vibrated through his vines. He was digging deep into his core, trying to mimic the way Su Qinglan moved her energy.

The little flower plant watched him with wide, curious petals. "Is the Monster Plant actually going to do something spiritual?" she wondered, leaning forward slightly.

After a long minute of intense shivering, a tiny, flickering spark of green light finally appeared on the very tip of Stove’s topmost leaf. It was small...about the size of a grain of sand, but it was definitely there!

The flower plant’s eyes lit up. "Oh! Energy!" She reached out her tiny leaves, mouth open to absorb the little snack.

But Stove had overcalculated. Just as the flower plant’s leaf touched the spark, Stove’s entire body gave a violent shudder. The little ball of light flickered once and went poof into a tiny puff of smoke.

Stove’s leaves immediately turned limp and pale.

His "eyes" rolled back into his stem, and with a dramatic, hollow thump, he fell face-first onto the wooden floor, completely passed out from the sheer exhaustion of trying to use his brain for magic.

The little flower plant stood there, frozen. She looked at the slumped, unconscious stove, which was supposed to be her protector, and then she slowly looked up at Su Qinglan.

"I don’t know him," she seemed to signal, her leaves drooping in secondhand embarrassment.

"I’ve never seen this idiot plant before in my life. Please don’t associate me with this failure."

She scurried across the floor as fast as her roots could carry her, hiding behind Su Qinglan’s thumb and pretending to be a very normal, inanimate decoration.

Su Qinglan was so stunned by the display that she clutched her stomach and laughed until tears pricked her eyes.

"Oh, Stove! You overachiever! You can’t just conjure energy because you’re jealous!"

Just then, the heavy footsteps of Han Jue echoed as he entered the room. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the scene: Su Qinglan was doubled over laughing, a strange, tiny flower was hiding behind her hand, and Stove was sprawled out on the floor like a discarded weed.

"What happened here?" Han Jue asked, his voice deep and confused. "Rong Ye told me the plant had brought home a ’companion,’ but he didn’t mention he had worked himself to death."

Han Jue leaned over the limp, motionless heap that was Stove. He nudged the plant’s main stem with his large hand, but the vines remained as floppy as wet noodles. Stove looked less like a mighty guardian and more like a pile of sun-dried weeds.

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