BL/GB/⭐⭐/Dumb bunny assassin × Wolf King user/ Zhishu wandered for fifteen years. Cast out by the rabbit clan at five, he kept drifting along the border afterward—no name, no home, not knowing whose clan he belonged to. At eighteen, he was picked up from the roadside by the guard patrol and thrown into the training camp, where he stayed for over a year—in knife class he sliced his own fingers, in tracking class he lost the target, in poison class he nearly poisoned himself. The instructor looked over his report card and sighed: "Forget it. From now on, you're in charge of seduction." He didn't feel humiliated. What he thought was: does seduction even need to be studied? Before he could figure that out, the rabbit clan was struck by drought. The elders needed someone they wouldn't mind "sending over" to trade for the wolf clan's grain. The instructor put forward his name. Zhishu was called to the council tent. The elders sized him up and told him to go to the wolf clan on a mission—use his beauty to hold the Wolf King's attention, and give himself up if necessary. After hearing it, he asked: "Is it cold there in winter?" The elders said the wolf clan had stoves. He thought about it and said, that works. He felt he'd finally found a subject he could pass. He took it seriously—so seriously that every night before bed he'd review "did the seduction succeed today," so seriously that he practiced "loving gazes" in the mirror until his eyes cramped, so seriously that he wanted to add honey to the Wolf King's soup to win favor—and then he found that in front of that person, he seemed to gradually forget he was on a mission. When he was brought before the Wolf King, he wore a black satin maid's dress and held a cup of coffee. The elders said he was an "apology gift." He stood by the door without moving, only lowering his head, his ears red.