Chapter 3
The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the bedroom in a golden glow, warm and full of vitality.
Ning Wensong was woken up by the meowing of the cats downstairs. She had a rare good night's sleep, so she climbed out of the cat bed, stretched, and glanced at Chen Che's still-closed eyes.
She stared at Shen Che's long hair, tiptoed to the pillow, and made sure Shen Che was still asleep. The next second, she pounced into his hair and rolled around, making gurgling noises.
Like a little train.
Shen Che had been awake for a while, but he hadn't opened his eyes just to see what she wanted to do. He never expected it was about his hair.
After Ren Ning and Wen Song made a fuss for a while, Ren Ning carried her into the dressing room to touch her nose and went to wash up herself.
If I let her keep making a fuss, her hair will become like a steel wool ball and impossible to comb.
The morning passed by as the two playfully bickered.
"Quickly check the netizens' reactions! I hope they're all positive!" Ning Wensong was both nervous and expectant as she leaned close to Chen Che to read the comments together.
The software froze for a long time due to tens of thousands of comments. When Ning Wensong saw a large number of positive reviews, she became too excited and suddenly reverted to her German self. Chen Che paused for a moment, then picked her up to read the comments together. "Don't get excited. You did a great job. Everyone is praising you."
The gentle voice soothed Ning Wensong's restless emotions.
Together, they liked and upvoted encouraging comments, and studied netizens' suggestions and clever ideas.
By observing public opinion, Ning Wensong can better improve herself. She has roughly figured out the new preferences of this world: things must be unique and novel, not ugly, and not harmful to the cat's health.
It seems there are many people who love cats, and those like Zhang Die are probably in the minority. Ning Wensong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the weight that had been hanging over her heart was lifted.
"Do you think there are any other cats around? I have a new idea now, I want to give Siamese cats a princess-like look." Ning Wensong was thinking about how to trim them, but she needed a relatively thin Siamese.
After a moment of deep thought, it seemed there were no other cats near the hospital, and Siamese cats were unlikely to be strays. "We could try going to a cat cafe. They offer free grooming and styling; I don't think the owner would refuse."
Chen Che thought of a cat cafe, where people would love for someone to style their cats for free.
“Great! This design is ingenious. Let’s set off this afternoon!” Ning Wensong was in high spirits today. Her experiences over the past two days gave her confidence to make her way in this world.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?" A commotion came from downstairs, and Ning Wensong quickly transformed into a human and went downstairs with Shen Che.
There were a lot of people downstairs, and the usually empty lobby was now a bit crowded. Everyone there was holding a phone and taking pictures of them.
Ning Wensong had a gut feeling that something was wrong and tried to exchange glances with Shen Che, but was interrupted before they could even communicate.
"Are you two the doctors here? Do you know who did this haircut? Little sister, don't be afraid, we just want him to style my cat." The newcomer was clearly there to cause trouble, speaking in a flippant manner.
That's a bit annoying.
The flippant tone made Shen Che understand their purpose, but this was an opportunity for Ning Wensong.
"Calm down, let them watch if they want. Look, the Siam you wanted is right here. It's like they've delivered a pillow to our heads," Chen Che reassured her in a low voice. "They want to expose you live, then prove them wrong."
Ning Wensong still felt it was very impolite to take pictures without considering their wishes, but since the other party had brought the Siamese she wanted, she decided to go along with it.
"I am a stylist, but I charge for styling your cat." Ning Wensong wasn't going to do it for free, so she quoted a slightly high price and waited for a response.
After whispering amongst themselves for a while, the group agreed to the price. Since a sponsor would cover the costs, their only problem was that there was no one in the live stream at the moment, otherwise they could have used the price to create hype.
Although the sponsors didn't give them specific requirements, only asking them to do live streams, how could their subordinates not try to figure out the layers of implications?
"Go ahead and do whatever you want, but it can't be uglier than that orange cat's design."
Ning Wensong chuckled, "That's for sure, give me the cat."
The group thought they had found the most difficult Siamese cat to style, and even brought her a malnourished one, but it turned out to be exactly what she wanted. Ning Wensong gently stroked the Siamese cat's back until it gradually became less agitated.
Why would anyone treat a cat like that? Is it fun to bully a weak life? Ning Wensong didn't understand. She decided to buy the cat back. Now that she knew its situation, she couldn't let it continue to follow those people.
Ning Wensong first circled around the Siamese cat to mark its location. Then, recalling the design in his mind, he realized that the cat's face was too dark, and keeping the facial fur would greatly affect its appearance.
She first trimmed its face, carefully tidying up the stray hairs on the Siamese's face with small scissors. After cutting off the black parts, she left short gray-black hairs to make its features brighter. Next, she trimmed its body, as its slender body was more suitable for a "princess." She trimmed the hair on its body and four legs until only a short layer remained. Finally, she added a layered design to the tail, giving the Siamese a gradient effect, with the head and tail fading together, which was very cute.
After looking at it several times, Ning Wensong finally noticed something amiss and took out a pair of small scissors to cut a necklace-like design around Siam's neck.
Three hours flew by. Ning Wensong admired his innovation. Thanks to the Siamese cat's sapphire blue eyes, the cat stood tall and proud, exuding a noble and mysterious aura in front of the camera.
Even before the styling was started, a large number of netizens flocked to the live stream to witness the birth of a miracle. Ning Wensong did not disappoint them; her noble and mysterious Siamese look completely ignited the internet.
After finishing up, Ning Wensong carried Siamese to the group of people and asked, "Are you satisfied now? Is this the situation you wanted to see?" She was unusually angry and didn't understand why they were using a cat to attract attention.
"I'm not charging you for the styling. It's like I'm buying this cat from you. Go back and tell the people behind you: if you have something to say, confront them directly. Don't resort to underhanded tricks. It's disgusting."
Ning Wensong didn't want to know who was behind it all; he just thought of him as a rat in the gutter.
The group exchanged glances, unsure what to do, after all, the cat belonged to their wealthy owner. Then a phone call gave them a clear answer.
"Our boss said this cat is a gift to you, and he'll come back to challenge you to a duel later." After saying this, the troublemaker left with a large group of people.
The entire floor was eerily quiet.
Shen Che didn't want to interfere with her performance, so he went to the side and watched quietly from the very beginning.
He could understand Ning Wensong's feelings. Camera bullying is always the most disgusting thing. The people behind it don't consider their thoughts at all and only care about their own interests.
Ning Wensong's works are undoubtedly a new shock to the world, and may have blocked some people's path to success.
So what? Ning Wensong will rise to the top of this industry, and those who bully others by looking down on them will reap what they sow.
Shen Che had already formulated a preliminary plan for revenge.
"Ah Song, it's alright. The current situation is actually in our favor, look." Shen Che opened the trending topic comment section, and Ning Wensong quickly read through the netizens' encouragement and praise for her, and finally smiled.
"I'm furious at how these people treat cats, just like that woman from yesterday, so self-righteous." She was utterly disgusted.
"Actually, I want to earn money to buy a phone, but this cat is too thin. It won't have a good life with those people." Ning Wensong changed the subject. Things that are too heavy are the most painful when you don't have the ability to solve them.
Shen Che chuckled upon hearing this, "It's alright, I'll buy it for you. Consider it an advance on your salary. You'll definitely earn more than me in the future, you big designer?"
Ning Wensong's ears turned red from what he said. "The future is still uncertain, don't call me that."
"No, I just noticed you called me Ah Song!" This was a name only someone from her past life had used, and she liked it very much.
Shen Che stared at her for a moment, then said jokingly, "We'll be good friends from now on. Call me in advance, and you can give me a nickname too." He would like it very much.
"...I haven't decided yet. I'll call you when I do." Ning Wensong belatedly realized, did Shen Che really have a penchant for the wicked?
The Siamese cat in Ning Wensong's arms suddenly began to struggle. Ning Wensong realized what it was trying to do. "Is there no cat litter on the first floor?"
We need to hurry, or she'll pee all over us.
"It's over here. Go quickly." Chen Che pointed in a direction for her.
"Let's take a picture of this cat and upload it online later. This is your second piece of work!"
Ning Wensong placed the Siamese cat in the litter box, turned to look at Chen Che, and smiled with her eyes slightly narrowed, "Okay, okay, I want to keep watching them praise me."
"Let's keep this cat for now. I'll ask the cat cafe if they're accepting new members later," Shen Che suggested. It wouldn't be good to send it over rashly; he already has Ning Wensong, and he can't have another cat taking on another kitten.
It was well past noon when Ning Wensong belatedly realized she was hungry. "Can we go out to eat? I want to eat fried chicken." It wasn't that she didn't want to eat the food Chen Che cooked; in her previous life, she ate fried chicken four times a week, and now she was really craving it.
"The hospital is out of food, let's go out to eat. We can buy groceries for dinner on the way back." Shen Che understood him and naturally wouldn't think that missing his cooking would be a problem. Ning Wensong was free to choose what she wanted to eat.
Chen Che carried Ning Wensong on his shoulder and leisurely made his way to KFC, enjoying the scenery along the way.
"I want a super family bucket!" Only Shen Che could understand Ning Wensong's words. A passerby, seeing the kitten meowing incessantly, couldn't help but say to Shen Che, "Your kitten is so cute. This breed is like a little princess."
Hearing the praise, Shen Che felt inexplicably proud of Ning Wensong. "Thank you, she will be very happy to know."
The two were in exceptionally good spirits and finished off the chicken leg burgers that had piled up into a small mountain together.
"You should still come out as a human." Shen Che felt a little embarrassed as he sensed the change in the gazes of those around him. Did they all think he was abusing cats?
Ning Wensong didn't even look up while eating, saying, "Don't worry about them, just focus on your food!"
Indeed, she was eating so heartily herself, and Chen Che stared at the kitten on the table with a touch of doting affection.
"Although something bad happened today, I'm in a great mood right now! Do you think anything good will happen today?" Ning Wensong exclaimed, feeling good about the fried food and wishing for good things to happen!
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Creative Competition Domestic Organizing Committee
"Does Liu Xing think he hasn't violated the rules enough? Does he really want me to issue him a suspension?" The person speaking was exasperated.
"Why bother arguing with him? Nothing serious happened, and it even made that girl famous." Liu Chong waved his hand dismissively, saying it wasn't a big deal like plagiarism.
A dark glint flashed in Old Huang's eyes, and the group of people were not ashamed at all.
"Alright, let's discuss who we should invite from outside the group this time..."
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