Chapter 52: The 52nd Day of Livestream Selling
“I can.” The little lion tilted its head. Its face was still young, but its features were already clear, and it was full of confusion. “Why wouldn’t I understand? Did you say something very hard to understand?”
The point isn’t how hard my words are to understand. The point is that no matter what I said, you shouldn’t be able to understand me, brother.
You’re violating the laws of nature, you know? (Not really.)
Wei An pointed again at the little lion on the light screen, now mostly recovered with the help of the miraculous potion. This time, even though Wei An did not use a small twig to write crooked words on the ground, Lin Zhao still understood what he wanted to express: Then can you understand what it said?
Lin Zhao shook his head, then nodded. “I don’t understand it, but I have a translator.” The 1114-brand translator, universally applicable across the cosmos.
Wei An: “!!!” Then doesn’t that mean I can write in Spanish…
This time, Wei An’s communication speed improved by leaps and bounds, and Lin Zhao finally understood his situation. Seeing him write so haltingly earlier, Lin Zhao had thought, cough, that the other party might have some unspeakable difficulty in terms of intelligence.
With smooth communication established, Wei An’s information was quickly found.
Spanish Chinese, orphaned, his adoptive parents also already deceased. Male, twenty-six years old. Worked at a certain La Liga football club as an assistant to the sporting director in charge of youth training. Because of cooperation with Chinese youth training programs, he now spent more than half the year living in China. He disappeared three months ago, and the location of his disappearance was a hotel apartment in Chunshen City.
Because intense natural energy fluctuations had occurred in the room, the local Special Administration Bureau in Chunshen City had taken over the case.
Chunshen City was one of China’s direct-administered municipalities, as well as China’s economic center. Although Chinese football, the national luck balancer, was generally terrible, one still had to pick generals from among short people. Chunshen’s two league teams had performed fairly well in recent years. If foreign football clubs held China tours in the summer, Chunshen’s teams would definitely be among those contacted.
There was nothing wrong with Wei An’s life history. As half an international friend, his unexplained disappearance had even made the news. Now, he had finally been found.
It was just that, for the time being, there seemed to be no way for him to return.
After listening to Lin Zhao recount, one by one, the major events that had recently happened in the world and in China, Wei An confirmed that this had to be a dream.
Mm, that was right. It had to be. Otherwise, how could he have awakened such a ridiculous ability as transmigration? He was just a lousy football player, and not even a particularly good one. He had retired very quickly and switched to administrative work.
When the dream ended, he would go home. It had to be like that!
Wei An squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for a miracle to happen.
Then, when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was still the boundless grassland, and the little lion still tilting its head curiously at him. This warmhearted little fellow was trying to open its furry arms to the bare, bald him and ask, “Are you cold?”
Of course he was not cold. In this season, there was nowhere hotter than the Pagar Grassland.
Since Simba—Wei An had decided to name the shift partner he had picked up that—seemed to have recovered more or less, Wei An finally accepted his fate. The next step was to go hunting together.
Before hunting, he still did not forget to cautiously ask Simba: The prey we hunt won’t also be talking animals, right?
Simba shook his head. “Kin” were very hard to eat. This was a consensus engraved in the DNA of all animals. As for how to tell the difference, it could not explain clearly. In any case, one would know the moment one saw them. In the past, it had thought there could not possibly be animals in the world stupid enough not to tell the difference between those who could speak and those who could not. But now…
It looked at the tiny Wei An before it, and was no longer so sure.
Although Wei An said he was scared, he had actually already gotten used to life on the grassland. For example, once he decided to do something, he did it immediately. Before leaving, he did not forget to uneasily ask Lin Zhao through Simba’s relay, “You won’t suddenly disappear, right?”
Even if Lin Zhao had originally only planned to work for a short while, under the current circumstances, he could not possibly abandon his compatriot. He nodded, and did not forget to remind him, “It’s not just prey that can be exchanged for trade points. Fruits, plants, rocks—anything can.”
Lin Zhao would not remain in place the whole time either. He had 1114 directly lock onto Wei An and began cruising around this grassland with him.
The expert team was undoubtedly the happiest. This new function that allowed them to see the world on the other side not only helped them understand the new plane faster and more intuitively, but also allowed them to communicate directly with Wei An and tell him what they wanted to study. Wei An could conveniently transmit those things over for them.
These would all count as trade points. Once Wei An and Simba settled down later, Lin Zhao’s side could have 1114 set very low prices and trade relief supplies over.
The Mastermind also had a certain permitted quota for this kind of charity work that lost money for reputation. As Lin Zhao’s merchant level increased, the quota would become larger.
The entire department began operating at full speed.
Of course, Lin Zhao could not stay at the unit all day. To be precise, 1114 could not keep the image link to a single plane open all the time, because that consumed too much energy. Before they had no choice but to say goodbye temporarily, 1114 personally gifted Wei An a little lamp that could follow him at any time. As long as it basked in the sun every day, it could remain bright. It could also be manually turned off, so there was no need to worry about exposing himself.
In short, for the following period of time, Lin Zhao’s main job was almost entirely traveling with a prairie dog.
Every day when he booted up, he saw something fluffy.
Lin Zhao was not especially into furries, but who did not like fluffy little animals? He had actually always wanted to raise a cat or a dog, but for one reason or another, he had never done it. Now, perhaps he could consider it. Better to raise a cat. Dogs needed to go out three times a day. Homebodies were unworthy.
He did not know if it was because of the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, also known as frequency illusion, but when Lin Zhao began seriously considering raising a small animal, he discovered that almost everyone around him had animals.
Putting aside Doudou at his aunt’s house and Third Aunt at Qin Xiaoman’s, even Reinhardt had a big tabby cat.
That day, when Lin Zhao showed Reinhardt a screenshot, he mistakenly tapped voice call into video call. But he did not hang up either, thinking video was video; it would be more convenient anyway.
Unexpectedly, Reinhardt, who always answered instantly, waited a very long time before finally connecting.
What appeared in the camera was also not Reinhardt, who always looked sparkling during every video call, like a peacock spreading its tail, but a tabby cat frozen stiff all over.
The entire screen was almost filled by this furry creature. Lin Zhao could even clearly see the symmetrical tabby stripes on both sides of its cheeks, as well as the tips of its fur slightly puffed up from nervousness.
It should be a cat, right? Lin Zhao was not sure whether the interstellar plane had cats. He only knew that it really was a beautiful tabby, with silver-white fur covered in deep black stripes, and a pair of violet eyes almost identical to Reinhardt’s. At this moment, those eyes were dilated to the extreme, round and bright, reflecting the tiny pinprick-like light of the communication device’s front camera, as well as the helplessness that seemed about to overflow from the depths of its pupils.
Lin Zhao immediately laughed. He felt the little cat in front of him was exactly like the kind of joke video he often came across: “Oh my meow, meow got into trouble. What now?”
“Kitty? Are you Lenny’s cat? Where’s your owner?”
The little cat did not speak. It only squeezed out a short breath from its throat, somewhere between a “purr” and suffocation. Lin Zhao could see its pink nose fluttering rapidly, and several slender whiskers trembled at high frequency as if electrified. It wanted to retreat, but one cat paw—carefully keeping its claws sheathed—was clumsily pressing against the edge of the screen to keep its balance. This posture left it unable to move.
It was simply too cute.
Lin Zhao could not help softening his voice. “Come, let big brother give you a kiss.”
With a swish, the screen went black. The little cat had finally found the button to hang up the video. Lin Zhao laughed despite himself and did not investigate this accident in detail. He only left Reinhardt a message: “I saw your cat. Why have you never told me you have a cat?”
Reinhardt, who always seemed very free, was for once unknown-busy. It was not until almost midnight that he replied. The “typing” status appeared over and over again, and in the end, he only sent a few dry words: “You like cats more?”
Lin Zhao: ?
He liked his alien friend very much, but he also had to admit that the Duchess Elowen was partly right—“I’m truly sorry my mother and father gave birth to such a thing. His brain can be a little strange sometimes. Please be understanding.”
Lenny’s thought process really was strange sometimes. Lin Zhao did not know if it was his imagination, but from those five simple words, he smelled jealousy.
Jealous of whom?
In the end, Reinhardt never explained why there was a cat with eyes so similar to his on his starship. He really did not resemble a cat owner. Who could have such a beautiful kitten and resist taking photos to show off?
At least Lin Zhao could not. He had originally still been hesitating over what breed of kitten to raise. Now, he only felt that Reinhardt’s one was quite nice.
He wanted to raise one.
At the same time, after obtaining Wei An’s consent, Lin Zhao’s livestream content also changed from leading everyone through exercise for three hours to bringing everyone along to observe the prairie dog’s grassland adventure.
This matter was even proposed by Wei An himself.
Because…
“He’s asking you whether, if he appears on the livestream, you can count it as wages for him.” The little lion Simba had already gotten used to acting as Wei An’s translator. With the prairie dog, which had already grown a new layer of fluff in just half a month, perched on its head, it patrolled their still not very large territory.
Ever since the country, Lin Zhao, and Simba had entered his life, Wei An’s circumstances could be said to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Wei An could also see that the country had always been doing its best to provide cross-plane aid to him, just like the New China he had learned about from overseas TikTok in the past two years. His motherland would not abandon any citizen. But he still felt embarrassed relying on rescue forever. After all, he was an adult—uh, an adult mouse. He had hands and feet, and could stand on his own and eat, so naturally he could also think of a way to support himself independently.
Relying on livestreaming to earn a wave of money first was one of the good ideas Wei An currently had.
In truth, he had been rather embarrassed to bring it up at first. He was afraid Lin Zhao would think he was stealing his job, or freeloading off his popularity or something. He hesitated for many days before finally trying to say it.
The result was easy to imagine. Salted-fish Lin was almost overjoyed. It was the first time he had ever seen someone rushing forward to do work for someone else.
1114: “…” He found another livestreaming loophole to slack off again.
Author’s Note:
Reinhardt: You mean I can only appear again the day after tomorrow? Give me back my wife!
Carlos: Does your wife know you can turn into a cat?
Mm, don’t doubt it. That cat is Reinhardt… He’s not a beastman. It’s just that for certain reasons, he can currently occasionally turn into a spiritual body. His spiritual body isn’t a cat either; it only looks like one.
Lin Zhao, seriously focusing on his career: Is there any future in opening a cross-plane MCN company?
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