The Daily Life of Loopy Toad

It was June 2nd on Thursday in the sixth week of the semester.

This morning, Loopy Toad had once again pulled out its little notebook from under Wang Ling's bed to continue writing about its observations on humans. It had already been fully several months since it had thoroughly accepted the reality of its dog body.

Loopy Toad was now quite good at human writing; even writing with claws, its handwriting was very neat. If it ever died again, it would definitely be forever remembered for its current calligraphy skills.

As a literate dog, Loopy Toad felt that its current intellect was almost on par with that of a human university student; it could be called a prodigy among dogs.

After learning to write an observation diary, it had recorded a lot of things, big and small.

Apart from observations on human behavior, the diary also contained observations on certain events.