My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 155 - 154: The Bear of the Eagle

Chapter 155: Chapter 154: The Bear of the Eagle

“Hehe?”

As Lingling, cradled in Shao Zifeng’s arms, found herself attracted to the ring on his finger, she curiously sniffed at it with her little nose, then her eyes lit up. She stretched out her short arms to hug Shao Zifeng’s finger, rubbing her little cheek against the ring.

The fawn, drawn in by Lingling’s actions, lifted its small head and followed suit, sniffing at the ring with its pink nose. Then it gave Lingling a disdainful glance, as if to say, ‘It’s still not as tasty as hair.’

Then it sneakily glanced at Shao Zifeng’s hair, gripping his sleeve once more in its mouth, quickly wriggling its little mouth.

How does the saying go again? Gazing at plums to quench one’s thirst…

“Do you like it?” Shao Zifeng was somewhat surprised to see Lingling behaving this way, other than for money and… himself.

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He had never seen Lingling express affection for anything before.

He raised his right hand and thought silently; a faint black shadow flew out of the ring.

The lynx, suddenly released, was still not quite adjusted. It shook its illusory head, looking at the man before it with a confused gaze.

This past half-year had arguably been the most comfortable days of its life since birth, with no worries about food and drink within the ring.

Aside from today, when it suddenly was drained of all its energy, it wasn’t required to do anything else. What a life of ease.

The lynx looked at the man with a smiling face, and slowly, its eyes became clear. It quickly worked out what it must do to be taken back into the ring by that man.

It tried to bare its teeth menacingly, glaring at Shao Zifeng as it looked up and let out a fierce roar, “Meow~”

Shao Zifeng: …

Looking at the fierce but adorable lynx, Shao Zifeng was caught between laughter and tears, thinking you didn’t used to meow like this, did you?

Although it tried to look terrifying, Shao Zifeng wasn’t frightened, for he felt not the slightest ill intent directed at himself.

Shao Zifeng didn’t know what the lynx was thinking, but he supposed this might be the so-called dignity and aloofness of feline creatures.

On the other side, the lynx was dumbfounded. The man was utterly unmoved, even his expression unchanged; this was unbearable for the creature. Who was he looking down on?

The figure of the lynx gradually solidified, its thick fur trembling slightly in the night wind. It crouched low, its facial muscles twisted, revealing sharp fangs that sparkled coldly. Its spine bristled, and it proudly looked up and let out a fierce roar.

“Woof!”

Smack.

Before its roar could fade, it was interrupted by the crisp crack of a whip. The lynx was struck as if by a heavy blow, tumbling far away.

With one hand on her hip and the other holding a thorny whip, Lingling glared fiercely at the lynx lying on the ground, her bright eyes shimmering. Several vines bristling with thorns burst from the ground, tightly coiling around the lynx.

Enduring the piercing pain all over its body, the lynx saw the man approach, his hand petting the fierce little girl suspended in mid-air, then he glanced at it.

The lynx suddenly felt a wave of longing; it wanted to be petted as well.

It slowly closed its eyes, and its body likewise transformed into a Ghost Body, silently hoping that this would allow its return.

Hum~

A wave swept across the courtyard, and the corners of the lynx’s mouth twitched into a smile, but then…

The familiar warmth it was expecting did not arrive…

Confused, it lifted its head, only to see a green ring now in the man’s hand.

“Woo~~” The lynx felt an overwhelming sadness and let out a feeble cry.

…

“We can see the little tit doesn’t have much strength left,” said the commentator.

“That’s true, but for an initial form like the little tit to last this long against an evolved form like the Shielded Snail is already quite impressive,” replied the co-commentator.

“The shielded snail has very obvious strengths and weaknesses. If only it had higher mobility… oh no, the little titmouse just fell from the sky.”

“Such a pity. The current situation is quite unfavorable for the little titmouse, leaving it to await the referee’s decision… The verdict is in, the winner of this match is Xiangshan University’s XXX and his shielded snail.”

“With this, the quarterfinals have concluded. We look forward to the semifinals tomorrow, which will still be commentated by me and XX. Don’t miss it.”

The lights were off in the villa’s living room, with the glow from the television screen flickering bright and dim, barely revealing the silhouette of someone sitting opposite the TV wall.

Shao Zifeng, holding a fawn and Lingling, sat on the sofa watching the regional competition’s past recordings emotionlessly, from the top 16 to the top 8, finding it more and more tedious as he watched.

If the poor image quality were the only issue, that would be one thing, but what really galled him was that not one of the many matches had the spark that would catch his eye.

To put it bluntly, the tactics of the previous regional competitions were just like playing a turn-based game: I hit you, you hit me; whoever can’t hold on dies.

Strategy? What’s that?

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And to top it off, the video titles shamelessly boasted “Classic Academy Competition Teaching.”

Who gave them the right to tout this as academy-style competition teaching? Even the Imperial Capital’s regional competition wasn’t this brazen.

Of course, he could have tolerated that, but what was intolerable was that, with such a level of play, Su City University had consistently been at the bottom of the pack, among those without even the right to keep a video record, always out in the first round.

“Heehee~”

Lingling placed her cool little hand on his neck and looked up at him with big, sparkling eyes, making Shao Zifeng realize the video had ended.

“Do you want to keep watching?” Shao Zifeng rubbed his tired eyes, finding such low-level competitions a real eyesore.

Lingling nodded vigorously and pulled Shao Zifeng’s hand onto the remote control, waiting expectantly for him to continue.

“You, oh you!” Shao Zifeng pinched her little face and found her the semifinals recording.

Lingling flew back into his lap, rested her hands on her cheeks, and watched the commentators’ opening remarks with great interest.

Shao Zifeng tried to focus and watch with Lingling for a while, but he found he simply couldn’t bear it.

Glancing at the fawn, which was resting its head on his other leg and watching the TV with evident relish, he didn’t want to disturb them, Shao Zifeng carefully took out his phone to see if there were any interesting news updates.

As soon as he turned on his phone, he saw a voice message that Bald Qiang had sent to the group of four.

Bear Dad (Bear Eagle): Training is suspended tomorrow; I have some business to take care of.

Yiming Not Singing: Received.

Fat Owl is also Bear Eagle: Received.

Yiming Not Singing: You spelled ‘eagle’ wrong.

Fat Owl is also Bear Eagle: Did I? I’ll check.

Fat Owl is also Bear Eagle: I asked Uncle Qiang, and he said the ‘bear’ in ‘eagle’ is exactly this ‘bear’, there’s no mistake.

Fat Owl is also Bear Eagle: Serious.jpg

Yiming Not Singing: …

Yiming Not Singing: Alright, as long as you’re happy.

Shao Zifeng: Received.

Shao Zifeng closed the group chat, sent a private message to Li Yiming, and then turned off the chatting application.

After replying to the messages, Shao Zifeng, who hadn’t played with his phone in a long time, felt bored again. He aimlessly swiped his slender fingers across the screen, suddenly at a loss for what to do.