It stretched and quietly left the bedroom.
The careless humans haven't been closing the windows at night lately. Big Black slipped out through the window crack, a dark shadow silently cutting through the night, merging into the traffic, and soon arriving at the nameless little pet supply store on the commercial street.
"Boss!"
The blond-haired boy rubbed his hands together, shivering from the cold at the door. The roller shutter behind him was already pulled up. When the black cat suddenly appeared, his hair stood on end involuntarily. He then smiled ingratiatingly and said, "You've come!"
"Hmm." Big Black's tail stood up high, and Little Yellow Hair darted into the alley on the side of the shop and entered the shop through the back door.
The shop was as shabby as ever. Little Yellow Hair blushed and said he'd hired someone to renovate it in another week. Big Black didn't say whether it was good or bad, but followed him down the stairs into the basement with his cat-like steps.
The basement had been rearranged; lampshades had been added to the overhead light bulbs, filling the small space with warm yellow light. The cardboard boxes and clutter that had been piled up around the perimeter had been cleared away and replaced with several large, long-haired sofas, furnished with various cushions, hoops, and balls of yarn. There was even a cat tree against the wall, making it a veritable cat paradise.
"Are all the little brothers here?" Big Black gradually withdrew his oppressive aura and stepped onto the carpet. The cat demons playing inside didn't notice him at first. Little Yellow Hair nodded hurriedly, "Everyone's here this time, not one is missing!"
Big Black didn't speak for a while, then nimbly leaped onto the coffee table. The meowing around them grew fainter and fainter, as if the underachieving students in the class were letting loose during self-study, and when they looked up between card games, they found the head teacher standing on the podium.
In the end, all was silent.
"Roll call." Big Black, having seen enough, finally spoke. Little Yellow Hair wiped his sweat: "What are you standing there for? Line up! Line up according to the numbers I calculated beforehand, so the boss can get to know you!"
"Number One, Huang Huqiang!" "Here!"
A round, tabby orange cat sat proudly at one end of the sofa.
"Number Two, Tanuki Byakuya!" "Here!"
This time it was a tabby cat, very thin, with long, thin eyeliner, sitting next to Huang Huqiang.
"Number Three, Huang Tiezhu!" "Here!"
This voice, carrying a strange local accent, was very simple and honest, coming from the orange cat next to the tabby cat. It was larger than the first one, but not as fat.
"Number four..."
...
After calling out like that all the way here, Little Yellow Hair was thirsty.
"Number 27, Ye Yubing!" "Here!"
Big Black remembers the name; it's very unique. Looking over, a pure white cat with blue eyes sits obediently, its tail tip trembling uncontrollably, its ears standing very high, its eyes fixed straight ahead with a tense expression.
Big Black withdrew his gaze, waved his hand, and in the blink of an eye transformed into a tall, long-legged man, wearing a flowing cloud and water patterned robe that he had conjured.
It looks so good!
All the cats were stunned.
Although they are cat demons and have human forms, their magical powers are limited. Their transformation is like a gene in humans; whatever form they take is what they become. They don't have much extra magical power to change their double eyelids or fix their flat noses.
Of course, most of them were quite good-looking, but only Ye Yubing was exceptionally good-looking and lucky enough to stay in the entertainment industry for a few years. Most of the others quickly faded into obscurity.
But the boss in front of them was so beautiful he was almost unreal. If he went into that business, he'd definitely become a top-tier boss! Wouldn't that mean he could make a lot of money? The cats thought to themselves, so hopelessly.
"Have you finished memorizing everything I asked you to memorize?"
The cats hurriedly said they had finished memorizing. Bei Sining didn't really check their memorization; she just looked around, found the softest sofa, and sank into it.
"Come here, everyone, let me feel your bones."
His expression was indifferent, but what he said startled all the cats.
Bone palpation!
What kind of amazing skill is this? I've never even heard of it!
The cats lined up obediently. Bei Sining, with one in each hand, first pinched the scruff of their necks, lifted them up, and checked their physique. Then she pried open their mouths to check their teeth.
He pinched the paw pads to look at the nails, and then his slender hand slowly moved from the paws down to the knuckles, gently touching the back.
By the time he had carefully touched the tailbone, the cat in his hands was practically useless, emitting a soft, unintelligible whimper.
After petting one, Bei Sining picked it up with disgust and threw it to the little blond guy, then petted the next one. In the end, only Ye Yubing was left, which Bei Sining held on her knees with both hands.
All the cats showed expressions of jealousy!
Ye Yubing seemed to be very ticklish. He trembled when Bei Sining pinched his bones. After Bei Sining had pinched his whole body, he could no longer walk and lay down limply with his little tongue sticking out of his mouth.
"Boss... did you find anything?" Little Yellow Hair handed Bei Sining a wet wipe, but suddenly felt his body stiffen and uncontrollably transform into his original form, a tiger-striped yellow cat with a big head.
Yellow cats were the most numerous among this group of cats, including the little yellow cat, whose tiger stripes on its forehead were more prominent than the others.
After Bei Sining finished sculpting him according to the procedure, she waved her hand and turned him back into human form uncontrollably, even with his clothes still on!
That's amazing! What kind of magic is that?!
Bei Sining frowned, looking at this group of useless cats, and sighed inwardly.
Too weak.
Almost none of the demons in this world have the potential to become a great demon.
According to Little Yellow Hair, the cat demons who came out to work are already the best in their clan, while many others remain in the mountains, unable to transform properly.
Is Bei Sining, the mighty Demon King, going to lead a bunch of useless little brats to build his power?
He then thought that being a useless person wasn't necessarily a bad thing; it meant he wouldn't be easily coveted.
Look at them, so stupid, yet they're still alive and well. What did I manage to save after all my hard work and effort?
Thinking of this, Bei Sining waved her hand listlessly, sending each of their flaws, bad habits, and cultivation tips into her divine sense along with a flash of inspiration, and then let them leave.
The fluffy room quickly quieted down. Little Yellow Hair came in carrying a cup of milk tea, but seeing that he was in a bad mood, he didn't dare to speak.
"Come here." Bei Sining sighed softly, pressed the little blond boy back to his original shape, and hugged him, stroking him. The little blond boy was so touched that he didn't dare to move, his fur standing on end.
"Your fur is quite thick."
"Yes, yes!" the little blond cat stammered. "When I was little, my mom always said that other cats grow three hairs from one pore, but I grow eight!"
Bei Sining smiled slightly, her eyelashes drooping slightly, concealing a hint of loneliness.
He used to have a similar subordinate, a little white tiger.
The Fate-Bearing Cat was small among the demons, yet he preferred large things, having the little white tiger spread its belly out in his bedchamber so he could use it as a soft cushion. The little white tiger's fur was also very thick, and it had said something similar, something about being naturally furry…
Unfortunately, it died in the chaos of Beiyao Mountain before it could grow into a majestic demon.
I watched helplessly as its thick, white fur became matted with blood and gradually lost its luster.
It's all my fault.
Bei Sining gently closed her eyes, picked up the little blond boy by his armpits, and placed him on the ground. The little blond boy glanced back twice, then wisely wriggled his four little paws and ran away.
Humans, deep down, look down on the demon race.
They always thought that even if these birds and beasts transformed into human form and learned to speak human language, they would still be a group of low-level animals, very stupid.
To this end, Bei Sining learned music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and read various scriptures and classics from major schools and families. She read almost everything that was publicly available.
However, the piece he painstakingly learned was only rated as "acceptable" by that person.
Everything shattered in the blink of an eye, but here, a strange melody was sung by thousands.
funny.
Bei Sining picked up the phone from the coffee table, played with it for a moment, then opened Weibo, found the topic praising him, and carefully read the words praising him.
Author's Note: So fluffy... *sigh*...
Chapter 64
On Saturday, Wen Zheng and Bei Sining met in front of Rongcheng's largest comprehensive entertainment building.
Bei Sining wore the clothes Wen Zheng had paid for: a smart blue striped shirt paired with a dark blue suit vest and trousers, his hair tied up with a matching headband, and a pocket watch hanging from his waist. This attire, combined with his deep-set features, made him resemble an ancient Western nobleman.
Fortunately, many celebrities frequent this building and need to swipe their cards to enter the plaza; otherwise, it would have been another riot.
"This outfit looks good," Wen Zheng complimented him. "Did you do your own hair?"
Bei Sining proudly replied, "Of course, I did it all myself."
"Great." Wen Zheng praised him like a child, and Bei Sining didn't think anything was wrong at all, happily following him inside.
Professor Xia Yaqiu directly arranged to meet them at the recording studio. Apparently, it was for a traditional instrumental album, and they needed Bei Sining's help. This work was funded and would be properly compensated. After listening to Professor Xia's gentle explanation, Bei Sining nodded and said it was no problem.
"Just transfer the money to him." He said he didn't have an account.
Professor Xia was taken aback: "You are... Mr. Bei's agent?"
Wen Zheng's lips twitched: "Yes, that's me."
Professor Xia nodded with an air of detached satisfaction, praising the agent for having great style, and didn't press the matter further.
The recording studio was very quiet, with the air purification system working diligently, emitting extremely faint white noise.
He couldn't understand what Bei Sining and Professor Xia were saying; he only focused on the man's straight back and the mysterious yet confident look on his face as he held the guqin horizontally in front of him.
His thin bow tie was tied into a bow, hanging down and swaying slightly; even his Western-style clothing couldn't hide his elegant temperament.
Wen Zheng was so engrossed in watching that the surrounding air gradually became hot and dry.
"I'm going out for a bit." Wen Zheng knocked on the door behind him, reminding the two who were talking so excitedly. Professor Xia politely told him that his agent had worked hard, while Bei Sining asked him where he was going.
"Go to the doorway for a smoke."
Bei Sining knew that Wen Zheng didn't smoke, but she just knew he was at the door. She then talked to Professor Xia about it and occasionally plucked the strings of her piano.
So beautiful.
It would be a shame if his hands weren't used for playing the piano.
Rather, there must be many people as handsome as him.
Like now, confidently and attentively discussing a skill with someone, spouting professional jargon that the other person doesn't understand, appearing mysterious and intelligent. That kind of charm can't be matched by a pretty face; it can even make someone who has already developed a resistance to his appearance feel breathless and dizzy.
Wen Zheng let out a long sigh, looked down at his phone for a while, and replied to a Weibo comment.
The live streams these past few days have gone smoothly without any major mishaps, and the donations have far surpassed those of the second-place streamer.
Xiaoyu hasn't been online for the past few days, I wonder what she's been up to. That's the good thing about being a freelancer, you can take your own time off and nobody can stop you. If she didn't care about the money, Xiaoyu could even sign up for a moon landing tour right now and nobody would care.
Then Bai Shuang chased after him in a cheeky manner.