Chapter 198 We must go to the sometimes uncertain future.
Cats are creatures that get sleepy very easily.
Last night, I argued with Jiang Yingxu until the early hours of the morning again.
After playing for a short while, the kitten opened its mouth and let out a cheeky yawn.
She stretched, dismissed the system from taking her to the living room to watch TV, and pushed Jiang Yingxu back to the bedroom.
Time for a nap!
A summer quilt covers me.
Shi Miao, wearing a nightgown, rolled to the side and landed in Jiang Yingxu's arms.
She groaned and complained of back pain.
She accused Jiang Yingxu of taking advantage of the cat's flexibility to pinch and knead her last night.
Jiang Yingxu gave a soft "hmm," then pulled his arms around her, completely embracing her, and gently massaged the cat's waist.
"It's a little itchy."
Shi Miao pressed half her face against his arm, grumbling and criticizing.
Jiang Yingxu chuckled softly, leaned in, and kissed her eyes.
Thin lips pressed against fluttering eyelashes, the voice was very soft, like soothing a baby to sleep.
"I'll be gentler."
The air in the room was cool, while the blankets were warm and cozy from my body heat.
Shi Miao snuggled closer to him.
Sleepiness was still building up, so the two chatted idly.
When the conversation turned to memories from different times and places, Jiang Yingxu fell silent for a while.
When his thoughts returned, he noticed that Shi Miao, like a kitten, had buried her face in his chest, breathing lightly, and had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep.
He gazed at her for a moment, then lowered his head slightly and gently stroked the top of her head with his chin.
He whispered, "You saved me."
More than just life.
Throughout his life, whenever he wanted to give up or give up, a distant and vague voice would stubbornly remind him.
Hang in there a little longer.
Take a few more steps forward.
We'll see how long we hold on and where we end up.
Jiang Yingxu was once somewhat confused.
Only now do I realize—
It was him in those different times and spaces who was telling himself this.
We must go to the sometimes uncertain future.
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When I first finished the college entrance exam, I thought I could have a long summer vacation.
But the days went by, and it seemed like just yesterday that it was time for school to start.
At the registration area of the Beijing Forestry Institute of Ecology, under a bright red sunshade, a man and a woman wearing volunteer armbands were looking down at their phones when suddenly a sweet female voice rang out, coming from afar, accompanied by the rolling of suitcase wheels.
"...It seems to be this place."
"Hello, senior, I'm here to register."
The senior student in charge of registration was listless from the sweltering heat, and without even lifting her head, she pushed the forms on the table.
"Register here and fill in your information."
She was still looking at the gossip her friend had forwarded to her—she heard that there was a new student in the Physics Department of Tsinghua University who was incredibly handsome this year, with thick eyebrows and dark eyes that had a very Chinese aesthetic, and he looked like a model.
Yu Guangzhong, a sliver of pure white caught his eye.
It was a hand pressing against the edge of the form, with slender fingers, pinkish fingertips, and skin that was as smooth and lustrous as jade, completely different from the hot weather.
It even seems to soothe overly hot eyes.
The senior student was surprised to discover that synesthesia could be used in this way, and couldn't help but look up from her gossip and look ahead.
The first thing you see is a head of jet-black hair.
She thought to herself, "The freshmen look so healthy, with such thick, black hair that you can hardly see their partings, unlike them who find themselves going bald as they study."
Immediately afterward, the girl carefully finished writing the message, looked up, revealing a fair and delicate face, her eyebrows and eyes curving upward, and she smiled sweetly.
"Senior, I've finished filling it out."
Wow.
Sweet girl!
Although the weather was hot, the volunteer work was awful, and helping to move luggage was tiring, she still called me "senior sister"!
The senior student was refreshed by the sweet voice and reflexively smiled with enjoyment. It took her a beat to see the face clearly in the dazzling sunlight.
"...The Cat King?!"
A gasp startled the senior student next to him, who quickly pulled himself out of the game. "What? What? Your favorite content creator has released another video?"
Then I saw a girl standing in front of the registration area.
With a snap, ignoring the question marks his teammates typed in the public chat, he locked his phone without hesitation.
He flashed his most radiant and energetic smile and spoke with a strong voice.
"Hi junior, are you a freshman in our School of Ecology? Are you here to register? If you've filled out the information, let me help you carry your luggage over!"
The senior student, recovering from her shock, shoved aside the fawning senior student, stood up abruptly, stared intently at the girl in front of her, and tentatively asked, "Are you the Cat King?"
The girl blinked, her smile growing even sweeter.
"yes."
"I am Shi Miao."
In the past three months, in addition to Fan Rui, Jiang Yingxu has taken on tutoring two more students for physics competitions.
In addition, he accepted an invitation from Professor Xia of the School of Physics at Tsinghua University to study under Professor Xia's doctoral students in advance.
He is like a lush tree that has taken deep root and is drawing nourishment, striving to grow into a towering, reliable, and dependable presence.
He was earning money to study and prepare for their future.
Shi Miao had a much more leisurely time, spending her days eating, drinking, and sleeping. She played for over a month and started to get a little bored.
After thinking about it, and with the advice of my friends, I simply created an account with the ID "Cat King" across all platforms.
After obtaining consent from several cat owners who came for consultation, she edited the communication process into a video and posted it online.
Initially, I just wanted to help people who don't understand cat language to understand what cats' meows and actions mean.
The video was uploaded without any regard for the data.
One day, a video of someone using cat language to call out a cat that had been lost for several days and was frightened, from a storage room filled with discarded garbage and in a terrible environment, unexpectedly went viral.
Almost every pet owner has this thought—
I wish I could understand what it was saying.
As a result, the number of followers on the "Cat King" account increased at an extremely rapid pace, and the video comment section and private messages were filled with messages from pet owners asking for help.
There were too many messages for Shi Miao to read one by one.
Just as she was struggling with this decision, Zhu Ting sent her a junior assistant, saying that he used to work in this field.
Have the assistant sift through the information first.
Cat King accepts paid requests for help and will also help cats trapped in dangerous places free of charge.
"...I was watching that video of you talking to the tigers at the zoo this morning!"
The senior student nimbly walked around from behind her seat and said excitedly, "I was thinking back then, if I had your abilities, I could walk sideways in the wilderness."
"You must repeatedly warn the animals that need to be tracked and observed: they are not allowed to pry at the infrared cameras on the trees! They are not allowed to chew up the tracking collars!"
"I never expected you would actually choose our Institute of Ecology!"
Don't be fooled by the fact that wildlife conservation sounds high-level and impressive; there's a ton of knowledge to learn and frequent fieldwork.
The signal was terrible, and the mountains and forests were full of insects. I spent most of the day going up and down the mountain looking for animals.
It was bitter and tiring, poor and difficult.
If it weren't for family financial support or genuine passion, it would be difficult to persevere.
Shi Miao listened attentively and nodded. "I like this major, and I also have a goal."
The senior student looked at her with eyes that seemed to be shining, and asked excitedly, "What is it?"
How can we maximize the use of cat language abilities in wildlife conservation and pioneer new research methods?
Speaking of which, I don't know if her cat language only works with cats, or if she can communicate with large felines. Watching her videos, it seems like she can actually talk to tigers.
I still love animals and want to work at a zoo in the future.
Their Institute of Ecology, being one of the top programs in this field in China, does indeed have corresponding graduate placement policies with some zoos.
He was thinking wildly.
Shi Miao looked serious and said firmly, "I want to put the cat on the list of protected animals."
Senior: "...?"
The senior student doubted, hesitated, and tested the waters.
"Are you referring to leopard cats or desert cats? They are already protected animals."
Shi Miao: "Chinese Country Cat".
Senior student: "".
Senior student: "That's a great ideal, I believe in you."
He truly deserves the title of King of Cats, dedicated to fighting for the rights of domestic cats!
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