Why?
"We're now entering the final live breeding area. Here, kittens with stable traits will be bred and born. Come on, let's walk quietly so as not to disturb these little angels..."
"Wow..." Many girls in the crowd exclaimed in a dreamy voice.
The kittens were placed in small bamboo cradles, one cradle for each litter, huddled together on top of each other, making soft meowing sounds.
Wen Zheng's attention was instantly drawn to it, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Kitten.
Soft and sticky, a kitten that you could literally crush with one finger.
Grass.
He might be able to tolerate contact with other cats because of Big Black, but kittens are definitely not on his list of exceptions.
Refuse, refuse from the bottom of your heart.
Wen Zheng stood frozen at the door, refusing to go inside, while Bei Sining went in out of curiosity.
"Everyone, please note that you can't just hold the kittens... You can touch them gently, but you must wear sterilized gloves, as newborn kittens are very fragile..." the researcher said loudly from the center of the room.
Bei Sining, who claims to hate cats, reached out her hand.
Wen Zheng wanted to laugh.
He was wearing gloves, and his features were at least three degrees softer than usual, making him look nothing like someone who genuinely dislikes cats.
Wen Zheng couldn't see what was inside the basket, but he could imagine from the movement of the muscles in his arms that he was turning the kitten over, touching its nose, and pinching its tail...
He certainly didn't like those experiments either, but once the kittens were born, they couldn't be put back into test tubes and petri dishes.
Wen Zheng, as if possessed, took out his phone and stood by the door to take a picture of Bei Sining.
After clicking to take a look, Wen Zheng felt that he had made great progress.
He's no longer a straight man taking photos; he doesn't even need to take classes anymore. He looks so good that he even wants to post it on Weibo.
The moment he put down his phone, Wen Zheng's gaze swept over Bei Sining's hand, and the previous scene repeated itself.
That's a specific action.
Liu Yinhe did not appear for the second half of the trip. Only after they finished watching the kittens did he, leaning on his cane, lead them to the restaurant to rest with a smile.
Wen Zheng hates research institutes. He can't eat anything in this environment with four white walls, and he gets dizzy and nauseous as a conditioned reflex.
After the main group came out, I breathed in some cool air and felt a little better.
"Bei Sining?" Wen Zheng called out again. The cat spirit actually stopped in front of the research institute and stared at it for a while, which was very abnormal.
"Hmm." Bei Sining responded calmly and turned to walk towards him.
The crowd had dispersed, and the girls who had been secretly watching Bei Sining had all boarded the bus. Wen Zheng asked, "What are you looking at?"
“Look at this idiot.” Bei Sining pointed.
Liu Yinhe was standing by the door talking to her secretary, seemingly furious, and her posture of standing on one leg was quite comical.
Wen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and tugged at his sleeve: "Let's go too."
The media were very efficient; by evening, their praise for Galaxy Group was flying high, and they weren't afraid of overdoing it.
Photos of kittens are especially effective; they're universally loved, and there's been far fewer voices criticizing them.
While cooking for Dahei, Wen Zheng kept thinking about his strange hand gesture, which resulted in him burning himself on the edge of the pot. It was quite embarrassing for a master chef, so he rummaged through his first-aid kit for a band-aid.
Dahei finally switched from watching idol dramas to being a domineering CEO, raising its paw to knock Wen Zheng's hand away and carefully examining his blisters.
"Roar..." Big Black wagged its tail in dissatisfaction, buried its head in the medicine box, and after a while pulled out a pack of disposable syringes.
"Should we... prick it first?" Wen Zheng asked him. After waiting for Dahei's response, he touched its ears and explained, "No need, it will deflate soon."
"roar--"
“Okay, I’ll choose,” Wen Zheng said hurriedly.
The blister was popped, iodine was applied, and a bandage was applied. A person and a cat sat facing each other eating.
Wen Zheng pondered absently, "If Dahei doesn't get first place, who will? Do you think the other cats care whether you pick and choose your water bubbles?"
Tomorrow's the finals, and I'm going to confess my feelings. What should I wear?
Oh no, I haven't even reread the document on what to do if I get rejected after confessing my feelings.
He experienced the anxiety and trepidation of a primary school student before a spring outing, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Only after repeated reminders from the smart home system did he manage to close his eyes.
I didn't sleep very soundly.
In his dream, his parents took turns talking to him, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. Wen Zheng was so anxious that he couldn't breathe.
Password? Subspace? What?
Wen Zheng watched himself shrink inch by inch, eventually becoming the most helpless version of himself he was at ten years old, standing soaking wet outside the burning room.
Ms. Liu suddenly descended from the sky, wearing metal armor, just like the female hero in the robot movies he watched when he was a child.
Wen Zheng heard himself shout in his still-high-pitched voice, "Mom! I want to marry the cat spirit!"
"!" Wen Zheng sat up abruptly. Above him was the usual blue Milky Way, but something was wrong. The bed was vibrating slightly.
This kind of shock could probably only be detected by Wen Zheng; the news push was probably only at level three.
But was it really an earthquake?
I've heard cats are very sensitive to vibrations. Are you scared, little cat spirit?
Wen Zheng glanced around and saw that Da Hei wasn't in bed. He suppressed the irritation rising in his heart and walked outside.
The pendant around her neck swayed, gently tapping against her skin.
"Big Black?" Wen Zheng called out a few times, but there was no response. The window he had deliberately opened was left ajar.
He stood in the living room for ten minutes when a news notification on Weibo suddenly lit up on his phone. He tapped it, and his pupils constricted sharply.
The Galaxy Group's biological research institute exploded!?
Just now, it exploded!?
Wen Zheng was about to explode. He threw on a thick coat and grabbed his phone, rushing out the door within three minutes.
The security guard in the community was dozing off in the pavilion. Only a blurry image was seen on the surveillance camera. Wen Zheng ran to the street and continued to call Bei Sining. After three unanswered calls, he finally got through.
"Big Black!" Wen Zheng roared angrily, braving the biting wind, "Get back here!"
Author's Note: Ningning: It's getting cold, let the Galaxy Group explode.
Zhengzheng: ??? This is my angelic cat! ???
(That's a double update today! So many words! I can finally confess my feelings tomorrow, see you tomorrow!)
Chapter 68
"Big Black!" Wen Zheng roared angrily, braving the biting wind, "Get back here!"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then two beeps and the call ended.
"..." Wen Zheng almost threw his phone to the ground, but he held back at the crucial moment and ran towards the research institute while using the shortcut key to call a driverless taxi.
There were few customers at night, and very few taxis were on the road. Wen Zheng ran past two intersections before receiving a warning that a vehicle was approaching. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he opened the door and jumped in with a bang.
He was panting as he frantically dialed again, but Bei Sining stopped answering. Wen Zheng persisted, calling for another ten minutes before finally turning off her phone.
That's awesome.
It will shut down!
The cat is so clever, yet he doesn't learn any of this stuff. Who taught him?!
...I taught it.
Wen Zheng gritted his teeth, threw his phone on the passenger seat, took a free bottle of mineral water from the truck bed, and gulped down two mouthfuls to calm his racing heart.
Fully autonomous vehicles cannot exceed the speed limit, so even if he had all the strength to instantly teleport to the research institute, he could only think about it in his head.
The place was in the suburbs, and it would take more than half an hour to get there. This situation, where there was nothing he could do, made him feel helpless and calm. He closed his eyes and analyzed the current situation.
I said it.
There was nothing left to hide. Wen Zheng even regretted not exposing him sooner, instead of waiting for the opportune moment to confess. It was all the fault of those people online giving him bad advice; who knows if he even really had a girlfriend.
Otherwise, he could have explained the pros and cons to Bei Sining sooner and told him more about the rules of human society—for example, that one should not carry out bombings casually.
This isn't some trivial matter like losing a cat and ending up at the police station; this is a bombing.
One wrong move and it could lead to a major disaster.
What method Bei Sining used to cause the explosion was something Wen Zheng needed to know immediately. Only then could he cooperate with this idiot to eliminate the traces. Otherwise, with current technology, any clue could be discovered and arouse suspicion.
If the investigation really leads to Bei Sining and his supernatural abilities are discovered, what will happen to the cat spirit?
Wen Zheng felt a chill run down his spine and kicked the dashboard.
How could you be so insensible?
But it's not entirely incomprehensible.
After all, those are cats. Imagine if aliens were to conduct genetic mutation experiments on humans, sometimes with three arms, sometimes missing an ear. Even if the experimental subjects could only eat and drink and call out "Dad" and "Mom" a couple of times, they still couldn't stand it.
As the car approached, Wen Zheng mentally made excuses for Bei Sining the whole way, but when he got out of the car, his anger still surged, returning to the origin of his anger—how dare she turn off her phone!
He put on his hood and, instead of deliberately avoiding surveillance, walked around a street outside the research institute.
Many people had already arrived—police, reporters, firefighters, and various vehicles with loudspeakers and signs were driving in one after another. The air smelled of burning; embers from the massive explosion were carried by the night wind.
After Wen Zheng finished his turn, he nimbly climbed up a very tall tree.
Although it is a member of the mechanized greening system, it is nearly a hundred years old. This old tree is lush and tall, and when you look down, you can see the surrounding buildings and the bustling area.
Wen Zheng took a deep breath, observed quietly, and tried to gather information.
"How are the researchers doing? Are any on duty?"
"No? How could there be no... What? They went to have tea with the security guards!?"