Eight hundred! Seventy-nine and eighty-eight were ranked six hundred and twenty!
He felt that as a rational parent, he could accept that Dahei got second place, but now it's not twenty, or even two hundred!
"Zheng-ge, Zheng-ge, don't be impulsive!" Bai Shuang grabbed his arms behind his back, while Deng Puyue chanted, "Don't get angry! Getting angry is bad for your health! Others may get angry, but I won't. Getting sick from anger is something no one can take your place! Ahhh, Zheng-ge, snap out of it!"
Wen Zheng: "...Okay, let go."
He took a deep breath, but it was really hard to breathe properly.
What kind of judges are these? Are they blind? You can just take the money and donate it to someone in need.
Next up is a project where 800 cats follow a maze-like walkway to a high point, and then walk back down step by step.
This stage mainly screens the cats for their obedience and physical health. Some cats are impatient, and some have leg problems, which can be more or less seen after walking for a while.
Within ten minutes, Dahei's ranking exploded online, with netizens questioning it. It became a trending topic, and the surrounding audience saw it too, holding up their phones to take pictures of the internet-famous cat when it came out.
At that moment, Dahei walked up the platform step by step.
majesty.
"How did you raise your cat?" Bai Shuang clicked her tongue enviously, hands clasped behind her back. "Is it really a stray cat? Does that Boss Huang also have a bunch of stray cats? How does Ning Meiren know that Boss Huang?"
Wen Zheng didn't know how to explain, so he simply kept quiet and focused on watching the tall, imposing figure of the big black dog. A cold wind blew by, and it squinted, but even though its fur was ruffled, its posture remained perfectly composed.
It opened its mouth and roared.
This moment was captured on the large screen in the venue, during the live broadcast on the partner platform, and on the phones of all the cat owners who brought their cats to participate in the competition.
It quickly became the featured image in this year's #GalaxyGroupCup·8thPetBeautyContest# topic.
After looking at Dahei, Wen Zheng turned around and went back to the medical station, no longer looking at the other cats, and kept scrolling through his phone.
This time they definitely won't just give out such a small number of rankings, right?
As he looked down, a commotion broke out in front of him, but he didn't notice a creamy yellow shadow flash past him.
"Catch it! Don't let it get away again!" A sharp female voice rang out, and a volunteer in a red vest sprinted towards him to chase after the cat that had just escaped. Wen Zheng subconsciously looked up, and a volunteer brushed past him; they both paused for a moment when their eyes met.
It is Yu Jin.
"What's wrong?" He turned around and ran after Yu Jin, frowning as he asked.
"Catch, catch the cat!" Yu Jin, his face flushed and slightly out of breath, explained as he had probably just gone through a difficult cat-catching operation: "There was a cat that suddenly became uncooperative, so it was brought over here, and then it ran away!"
That's the cream-colored cat from earlier.
Wen Zheng exerted force with his legs, and his light clothing suddenly became an advantage, allowing him to dart out like a bolt of lightning.
When Yu Jin slowed down, panting, he saw that Wen Zheng had already caught the cat, holding it awkwardly by its armpits, while the cat cried out pitifully.
Wen Zheng felt like he was about to explode.
A soft, sticky kitten.
He was pinching me, as if he could kill me at any moment, and goosebumps rose in waves.
He wanted to throw the cat away, he really, really wanted to.
"Th-thank you!" Yu Jin ran over with shining eyes, but hesitated to reach out and take the cat. Wen Zheng yelled at him, "Take it! I'm letting go!"
Yu Jin was startled and was about to reach out when he saw a masked man appear behind Wen Zheng and grab the poor cat by the scruff of its neck.
It was that long-haired man from the amusement park that day.
Wen Zheng quickly let go, his heart pounding. After Bei Sining took over, he took two steps back and shook his hand off.
"Is there glue on this cat?" Bei Sining asked blankly.
"No," Wen Zheng said.
"Then why are you shaking your arms?" Bei Sining cradled the cat by its back, recalling a piece of common sense she had recently read. "Were you electrocuted?"
"I'm afraid of killing it." Wen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Bei Sining: "..."
The question, "Then why aren't you afraid of strangling me?" almost slipped out, but he swallowed it back down.
He must not know.
The cat has a creamy yellow color with a white ring around its mouth, a blue-green ribbon around its neck, and ears that look like two small wood ear mushrooms, drooping limply on its head.
The cat, held by Bei Sining, stopped meowing, but it was still baring its teeth and its tail was wagging restlessly.
Back at the medical station, besides the veterinarian, the owner of the custard cat was also anxiously waiting. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw them return.
The owner complained, "Why are you running around like that? You're quite obedient at home, but you're a coward outside."
“It’s instinctive for cats to be uncomfortable in unfamiliar environments…” The doctor wanted to put the cat on the table to take a look, but the little thing hooked onto Bei Sining’s sleeve and wouldn’t let go no matter what. The doctor paused for a moment: “…because it feels unsafe.”
The vet tried squeezing the cat's paw to loosen its grip, but the cat screamed as if its paw was being chopped off.
"Feels unsafe? Other cats seem perfectly safe. If that's the case, you might as well not hold this competition at all, since the cats seem unsafe," the owner muttered, complaining. "I regret it so much. I spent so much money on this cat, supposedly a new breed show-quality, but I can't even take it out in public. It just missed the competition. Was the registration fee a waste? Can a cat ranked over 300 be called show-quality?... Hey, buddy, let go!"
Bei Sining's sleeve was caught on cat claws, and she had remained silent until now, when she coldly said, "What did I grab? Are you blind?"
Yu Jin hurriedly stepped forward to help pry the cat's paws off, finally freeing Bei Sining's cuffs.
The custard cat was pressed onto the table with its limbs outstretched. The vet roughly examined it, but before he could draw a conclusion, the custard cat suddenly twitched a few times, and two lines of blood flowed from its tiny red nose.
"What happened?!" the cat owner panicked. "It's bleeding! What did you feed it?!"
Wen Zheng instinctively spread his hands, almost losing his mind, thinking, "Could he have really pinched me and caused internal injuries?!"
"Don't be afraid." Bei Sining leaned close to him, wrapping her long arms around his shoulders.
Having grown nearly five centimeters taller, Wen Zheng was almost entirely protected. The cat spirit had a high body temperature, and it seemed to be inhaling the scent of Bei Sining through its nasal passages. It looked a bit like Da Hei.
Wen Zheng calmed down and seemed less panicked.
But the kitten's condition was bad; the room was filled with the smell of blood. When the vet saw it vomiting blood, he injected a bunch of emergency medications without saying a word.
The cat owner kept nagging beside it, but still couldn't save the kitten's life. It died soon after, lying there motionless.
The doctor paused for a minute, then bent down and threw the used syringe into the trash can.
"...Micky?" The cat owner stared blankly at the cat's corpse, then looked at the vet, seemingly unable to believe the devastating news.
When the young man stopped talking about how much money it cost or whether it was worth it, he looked like an ordinary cat owner, his lips trembling and tears streaming down his face.
"I...I'll make a call." He trembled as he pulled out his phone, but couldn't find the right button several times before it finally connected.
The other party seemed to be from the cattery. They talked about insurance for a bit, and after hanging up, he suddenly burst into loud sobs, which made Wen Zheng shudder.
Then Bei Sining covered his ears.
"What happened? How could he...die?" The cat owner stared at the vet and asked, "What...what happened to Micky...?"
"I knew it... I should have come... I fucking... I fucking..."
When the security guard came over, Yu Jin went to hand tissues to the cat's owner.
Bei Sining asked Wen Zheng if he wanted to leave, and Wen Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's hear what's going on."
After waiting for half an hour, representatives from the insurance company and the cattery arrived, and the veterinary hospital brought more advanced equipment. After some back and forth, the cause of the cat's death was confirmed—an acute attack of a genetic disorder.
Similar to, yet different from, genetic disorders in humans, lab-bred cats like the custard cat have a high probability of dying from this disease.
Micky is a cat from the "Creamy Egg Yolk" series, produced by Galaxy Group five years ago. It has light yellow, medium-length fur, a chubby, round body, and short legs. It has amber eyes and a small red nose.
Their defining characteristics are their coat color, short tail, and small ears. Better-quality "Creamy Egg Yolk" cats have ears that are almost invisible from the front, and their entire head is round, making them very cute.
This breed of cat has stable traits and is bred in catteries in its second year. It is still very expensive, but it can be easily purchased through Galaxy Pet Chain.
However, stable traits do not mean there are no accidents. Artificially bred mutant genes can easily bring various health risks to cats. Therefore, if an experimental breed of cat, which has only been on the market for less than ten years, dies unexpectedly, compensation can be obtained.
Cold, impersonal documents; a cold, impersonal pen; a cold, impersonal signature.
The cat that was just clinging to Bei Sining's sleeve has been placed in a small handbag by the hospital and has closed its eyes forever.
The cat owner was in a daze, not knowing what to do after receiving the money. Wen Zheng saw him put away the documents, leave the shed, and walk to the edge of the field. His back was surrounded by the green field, and cats walked past the "runway," but there would be no more of his cats there.
Yu Jin, holding tissues, came to them helplessly: "Wen Zheng... there's still..."
“Bei Sining,” Wen Zheng replied, snapping out of his daze.
"Brother Bei..." Yu Jin smiled and handed them a few sheets of paper. "Thank you for earlier. Are you alright?"
Wen Zheng shook his head sadly.
This tragedy occurred in this small shed, lasting only an hour, before the results of the second round of the cat beauty contest had even been announced.
However, there are no secrets in public. Before Wen Zheng could even catch his breath and pay attention to Da Hei's ranking, a video went viral online.
"Galaxy Group is selling sick cats?" Wen Zheng could tell what was being filmed just from the thumbnail without even clicking on the video.
There were a lot of people in the shed just now, it was chaotic, and people were watching the spectacle from beginning to end. Someone even filmed a video starting from when the cat vomited blood.
Galaxy Group is a large and powerful company, but it also has many enemies. Furthermore, some bystanders, disgusted by the lab-grown animals, constantly exaggerate their brutality and inhumanity, citing examples and images of dubious authenticity, each one gruesome.
Even after being blocked, netizens continued to post, one after another.
"Is that really the case?" Bei Sining remained calm throughout. Wen Zheng hadn't thought about it carefully earlier, but now that he had calmed down, he realized it was inappropriate to let Bei Sining see these things.
After all, it was just a cat. How could a cat spirit feel good about dying right before its eyes? Wen Zheng cursed himself inwardly. Why did he have to ask Bei Sining for comfort?
“Some of them are just sharing pictures because people are following the trend.” Wen Zheng locked his phone so that Bei Sining wouldn’t see them anymore: “Most of them aren’t real, and the sick cats are a minority.”
After saying this, he paused, and after a long while said, "Sorry, I'm not speaking up for them."
"I just didn't want to make you sad."
"I'm sad?" Bei Sining frowned at him. "Why would I be sad? What are you thinking?"
“I don’t like cats,” he emphasized firmly.
Author's Note: Big Black: What!? Six hundred and twenty-eighths!???? It's getting cold, let Galaxy Group go bankrupt.
(Jinjiang is stuck, I wasn't really late today, sob sob sob...)
Chapter 67
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