Wen Zheng remained silent.
After a while, Bei Sining stopped smiling, snorted, and walked out.
Just as his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a suppressed voice behind him: "You're too bold..."
Bei Sining's hair was tied up high, revealing her fair and beautiful nape. He turned his head slightly to the side and interrupted, "Wen Zheng, I came here because of your request."
The person behind her twitched their fingers almost imperceptibly for a moment. Bei Sining continued, "Think carefully about what you really want. Gains always come with risks. If you hesitate, you'll get nothing."
The door opened with a click. One foot stepped out, and Bei Sining, with her back to Wen Zheng, said, "Besides, I'm very strong."
Bei Sining went out, and Wen Zheng stared at the dust floating in the air, his thoughts drifting. A little flour fell from his hair, and he accidentally inhaled it, then sneezed.
He finally came to his senses, realizing that the cat spirit had really arrived.
It's really here!
As his worries subsided, Wen Zheng began to regret not giving him a warmer welcome earlier. Was the cat spirit throwing another tantrum? After all, he had traveled a long way, seemingly overcoming numerous obstacles, and all he did was ask him, "Why are you here?"
Two large characters landed heavily in Wen Zheng's mind—"to coax."
Completely flustered, Wen Zheng hurriedly stood up, about to leave, when the all-too-familiar black cat slowly strolled in through the open doorway, its head held high in haughty arrogance: "Roar—"
"…………"
That's so unfair!
Wen Zheng couldn't help but smile, bent down to pick up the cat, and kissed its furry forehead: "I'm sorry, I was rude earlier. I missed you."
***
I miss you so much.
Bei Sining lay in the garden sunbathing, and her face turned red as she did so.
He rolled over to the left, then to the right, completely disheveled and covered in grass clippings.
"Damn humans, so hypocritical." He muttered bitterly, his mind a jumble of thoughts: Was his initial reaction to me his true feeling? Isn't it said that absence makes the heart grow fonder... no, that when fellow countrymen meet, tears well up in their eyes? And he's blaming me? ...Is everything on the forum fake? They really are hypocritical humans, they even lie online.
Or does he just like cats?
Upon thinking about it, Bei Sining suddenly felt a little nervous.
Although he is indeed a cat, the Fate Cat is different from a pet, and the Demon King usually acts in human form.
In Beiyao Mountain, everyone takes pride in being able to transform into human form and hates it when others look down on the demon race, saying that they are beasts and that their culture and skills are no match for those of humans.
Bei Sining has a strong personality, so she reads all kinds of classics and learns everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting. She has been practicing music for more than fifty years.
He felt that he was no worse than anyone else, and he was also very good-looking. Look at the way the girls looked at him on the street, his charm was as strong as ever... Why was Wen Zheng happier to see the cat than to see him?
He was clearly expressing his feelings about himself!
Bei Sining grew angrier the more she thought about it. She couldn't help but conjure a mirror of water, turn over, and kneel on the grass, looking at her face in the bright sunlight.
This base is toxic.
Aside from the exceptionally enthusiastic attitude of the kitchen ladies, he stood at the window for half an hour, yet hardly anyone who came to buy steamed buns stared at him or complimented his good looks. Something must be wrong.
He brought his face close to the water mirror, looking at it from left to right, and it was still perfect...
Before I stood by the window, I hadn't been hit by flour, so there were no flaws. Could it be because I was wearing an apron?
Then I'm not wearing it tomorrow no matter what.
Bei Sining suddenly received a telepathic message, raised her hand to wipe away the water mirror, and asked in confusion, "Little Huang?"
"Ah!" came an excited female voice from the other end: "I can really hear it, it's amazing! It's right next to my ear... Hello? Boss, can you hear me?"
"Hmm." Bei Sining responded, stood up, and patted her clothes. "Xiao Huang, did you tear up the communication talisman? What's up?"
Director Fan, oh no, he's General Manager Fan now, gave a brief report on company matters, then said, "That's all for business. That's not what I mainly wanted to talk about. It's about your personal matters with Wen Zheng."
The story of the Demon King chasing his wife across a thousand miles has spread like wildfire throughout the company. Even though there are only a few dozen cats, hundreds of versions have been created, averaging two per person.
Even Director Fan had a general idea of what had happened.
She had worried that knowing too much might lead to her being silenced, but after seeing how stupid these monsters were, her fear gradually faded, and now she can act indifferently and even gossip with them.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on the forums and Weibo. After Wen Zheng stopped going online on Weibo, a lot of people asked where he went. Some people said he was kidnapped, some people said he ran away because he owed money, ah, none of that matters... But there’s a very powerful person looking for him on Weibo, it seems to be causing quite a stir. Boss, do you want to get involved in this?”
"Who is it?" Bei Sining asked, puzzled.
“I heard his name is Rick, he’s a designer at a game company, and he’s quite famous in the industry… Isn’t Wen Zheng playing that game? Apparently someone introduced him to the designer, and the designer was very interested in him and tried to contact him privately, but couldn’t reach him.” Fan Lingrou said helplessly, “So he searched all over Weibo and even held a lottery, making a huge fuss. Some people even said he was going to call the police because he’s missing.”
"..." What is all this nonsense?
Bei Sining said, "Let them report it. Wen Zheng will have someone handle these things behind him. I'll ask him later if he needs you to let him know he's safe."
He thought for a moment and then said, "Wait, let's put it this way... Could you contact that designer for me and tell him that I know Wen Zheng's whereabouts and that I have something to discuss with him, and ask if we can arrange a meeting?"
During Wen Zheng's last live stream, he mentioned that he wouldn't be able to go online for a while, but netizens assumed he wouldn't be able to play the game. Unexpectedly, he completely disappeared as if he had vanished into thin air.
If no one had publicly come forward to search for him, the fans would have been worried at most. Now that things have escalated to the point where even Fan Lingrou is using a messaging talisman to send him a message, no one expected it.
Bei Sining was lost in thought, thinking, "Who said no one cares about you after you left? You always seem so lonely... but you actually have a lot of friends."
He sighed, his agitated mood calming down, and dusted himself off, preparing to leave.
Just then, there was a noise behind the flower bed. Bei Sining instinctively turned around and shouted, "Who's there?"
A muscular man wearing the base's uniform t-shirt walked out with his hands raised, his bull-like eyes wide open, muttering, "Fairy... Fairy!"
Bei Sining's forehead veins throbbed. He hated human cultivators who liked to call female cultivators "fairy," and his loathing for the word "fairy" was ingrained in his bones. Upon hearing this, he angrily said, "If you don't want your eyes anymore, give them to someone who needs them!"
Bei Sining learned this swear word from Deng Puyue and the others in the game. After swearing, she felt refreshed and thought that her arguing skills had improved significantly. She was smugly waiting for the other party to retaliate.
To everyone's surprise, the man wiped away his drool and exclaimed, "This fairy sister is so hot..."
It's so spicy!
These three words were incredibly impactful; Bei Sining froze on the spot, goosebumps erupting all over her body.
He moved his lips absentmindedly, overwhelmed by the frustration of losing the argument. He took two steps back, slipped behind the flower bed, and disappeared with a spell.
"So spicy..." The three words kept echoing in my ears.
This base is toxic!! Bei Sining stormed into Wen Zheng's dormitory in a fit of rage, transformed herself and landed on his bed, tearing the sheets in a fit of anger.
Wen Zheng was unaware that his dormitory had been attacked by cats. After finishing his afternoon training, he took a shower, covered in sweat, greeted everyone, and went to the library with his morning test papers.
This is the only place in the entire base that can connect to the external network, but people usually come here to look for information.
The trainees were still being trained to the point of exhaustion on the training ground, while the library was nearly empty, mostly filled with officers stationed at the Beihai base.
Wen Zheng didn't greet anyone, found a corner to sit down and start grading papers.
Antimatter is a broad category of science that remains at the forefront because it has limited practical applications in daily life, is rarely encountered by the average person, and is seldom taught in universities. Yet, no one in the world has stopped researching it.
From theory to practice, from physics to biology, the design and use of weapons cannot be separated from the study of this discipline.
The reason for adding this assessment to the training program is to train an external support team. After the special operations group enters subspace, they need someone familiar with antimatter weapons and space characteristics to provide support in case of the worst-case scenario.
The selection quota is around one hundred people. While ability is important, character is also a key factor in the evaluation. Wen Zheng quickly browsed through the papers, most of which were answered correctly, while watching the fixed-point surveillance footage playing at 32x speed on the screen.
He set the test, and he knew that 95% of the people wouldn't understand a single word.
However, the multiple-choice questions at the beginning contain a lot of theoretical overviews, and some even provide formulas. If you read the questions carefully, anyone with a little understanding can figure out the answers to the next one or two questions.
So if you guess all the multiple-choice questions, roll the dice, and fill in whatever you want without thinking, you'll get zero points from Wen Zheng.
There are quite a few people like that.
Especially when watching the surveillance footage, you can sense the restlessness and inattentiveness of some test takers.
Two hours later, Wen Zheng finished reviewing all the papers. Out of 500 students, only 23 had actually attempted the questions. Two students particularly impressed him. One was Xu Qian, who not only got all the multiple-choice questions right but also completed half of the fill-in-the-blank questions. Although the paper was very basic, it still proved that he had some prior knowledge of the subject.
Another student, Sun Gaoda, didn't write a single word in the fill-in-the-blank questions, but he got all the multiple-choice questions right despite his corrections and scribbles—he was very diligent.
Wen Zheng put their papers on top so he could praise them tomorrow.
Those who remain after this selection process will have to decide whether to participate in the final operation on their own merit. The operation is very risky, and Wen Zheng doesn't really think they can keep a hundred people.
But he hoped that even if they ultimately didn't want to participate, at least they wouldn't have come to the Beihai base for nothing and would have learned something to take back with them.
He was in a good mood because Bei Sining had followed him here.
This means that once the opinions from above are released, the cat spirit may also gain access to core secrets.
Regardless of whether his abilities could be used as combat power, Wen Zheng felt that he definitely had the ability to protect himself, and Bei Sining's composure today also showed that he had the leverage to negotiate.
Wen Zheng lowered his eyes, and the tip of his pen left a dot of ink on the paper.
The cat spirit is right; gains always come with risks, and hesitation will only lead to missed opportunities.
Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving.
***
"Holy crap, I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes! There's a fairy in this base!"
"Hahaha, what dog fairy? Which eye of yours saw that?"
"I saw it with both eyes, I saw it clearly!"
Xu Qian nibbled on his steamed bun in frustration. The dark circles under his eyes were a sign that he hadn't slept well all night. The constant chattering of people around him finally broke him. He slammed the bowl of buns onto the table and yelled, "What the hell is all that noise?!"
The long table with breakfast laid out suddenly fell silent. Next door, a grumpy guy slammed his hand on the table, eyebrows raised, yelling, "What the hell are you doing? Who are you trying to provoke?! I'm just having breakfast, what the hell did I do to you…?"
“Hey, hey, hey,” Sun Gaoda quickly stood up to act as a peacemaker: “Don’t argue, don’t argue, it’s my fault, I have a naturally loud voice… Um, let’s not talk about this anymore, okay? Xu Qian, don’t be angry, eat your buns, eat your buns.”
Xu Qian felt like he was punching cotton. Although he looked down on his roommate, he couldn't be the kind of person who would hit a smiling face, so he could only swallow his anger and continue eating breakfast.
The topic of conversation among those around me was promptly changed.
"Instructor Wang is awesome." One person said, "He almost killed me yesterday... At first, I didn't think he looked that good, but hey, he did 13.72 seconds in the obstacle course, and he did it casually, without even warming up."
"I'm impressed. The Beihai training base is quite impressive. They probably spend all their time training and don't pay much attention to discipline."
"Thirteen and seven seconds... In my military region, I'm the only one who can go eighteen seconds. Everyone else is over twenty. I always thought I was invincible... Hey, our instructor put us here. It's really a blow to my confidence."
"Looking at it this way, the one teaching combat this afternoon isn't simple either, is he? Instructor Wang is only a captain, just like Qian'er... Hey, Qian'er, how far did you run yesterday?"
Xu Qian didn't answer, but changed the subject, saying, "I think Instructor Wang is much better than that Instructor Wen who does academic research."
This topic received unanimous approval, and everyone continued their lunchtime rant, sending insults to each of Instructor Wen's relatives and friends.
"Do you know what's the most infuriating thing?" One of them waved a steamed bun, looking disgusted. "That pretty boy, with his cold, aloof demeanor, acting like we owe him millions... and he's even a major!"