Chapter 737: Chapter 578: The Na of Piggy Cat Spreads Across the Internet
Bai Bingyang has been completely uninhibited since he found the right path, going to find the Golden Tiger every day and showing off a bit.
Maybe it’s because they’ve spent a lot of ti together, the Golden Tiger also knows that Bai Bingyang treats it like a master chef and is feeding him quite happily without any reluctance.
The only ones having a hard ti are the trainers helping Bai Bingyang lose weight. Their hard work isn’t showing any results, and they’re starting to doubt their own professionalism.
After observing for a few days, Chen Ying decided to go have a good chat with the Golden Tiger.
He’s already shared the Golden Tiger’s location with the “Golden Tiger Research Team,” but so far, team mbers are still unable to get close to it. They can only follow behind it with a bitter smile, collecting its feces and food scraps to analyze.
The team mbers jokingly call themselves “poop pickers,” and their biggest wish every day is to find so steaming fresh poop.
As gross as it is, fresh poop can reveal more information. For wildlife researchers, it’s a treasure, allowing them to clearly know whether the subject is healthy, what it has eaten, and so on.
After examination, they found out this Golden Tiger is a Tiger King. Based on the undigested food remnants in its feces and the leftovers of its prey found on-site, this guy targets large deer species.
“Teacher, the footage transmitted from the cara Dr. Chen installed shows Bai Bingyang eating only small and dium-sized prey. Why doesn’t it catch water deer for Bai Bingyang, but only feeds it with small prey like small roe deer and forest deer?”
The teacher didn’t have ti to answer when a student beside quickly replied, “What other reason could there be? It’s obviously keeping Bai Bingyang wanting more and coming to find it every day. If it gave too much at once, Bai Bingyang could eat one al and then not eat for several days, aning it’d only co to find it every few days. Now by only giving small ones, Bai Bingyang finishes them and goes back to find it at most every other day.”
That makes so much sense! Does this tiger really have so many tricks up its sleeve?
“Aren’t you afraid Little Bai will get angry with such cunning?” Chen Ying was also questioning the Golden Tiger with the sa question.
But looking at the Golden Tiger, it seems to be completely confident in having Bai Bingyang wrapped around its paw.
True, this chubby foodie is bold enough to approach an unfamiliar beast for a bite to eat. Thankfully, the Golden Tiger doesn’t have any malicious intentions towards him, or else it would just be waiting to collect tiger skins and bones.
The Golden Tiger is very wary of humans; even Chen Ying can’t fully approach it. Allowing him within five ters of the cave entrance already puts the Golden Tiger in a different perspective of him, most likely half because of Bai Bingyang’s sake.
“Not feeding Little Bai isn’t to starve him; it’s because he’s too fat. If we don’t control his weight, he’ll beco ill and die. You wouldn’t want him to die early, right?”
The Golden Tiger suspiciously stared at Chen Ying. It’s only ever heard of tigers starving to death, not of them dying from eating too much. It’s already controlling the size of the prey, afraid Little Bai might eat too much at once and get stuffed. That’s no good either?
“If you don’t believe , you can co back with to see how much he eats every day, then you’ll know. Don’t worry, I have no interest in keeping you trapped there. Having one gourmand like Little Bai is enough; I can’t afford to sustain another.”
The Golden Tiger hesitated. It had secretly visited the rescue station before but didn’t dare to approach too close; it knew the Two-legged beasts had things that could see it from afar.
If it hadn’t slled Bai Bingyang’s scent back then, it wouldn’t have co near human territory at all.
“I promise no one will lay a hand on you, you’ve seen it yourself, the animals at our rescue station co and go freely.”
The Golden Tiger nodded halfway, feeling embarrassed, and tilted its head as though pondering for a mont before standing up and agreeing to follow Chen Ying to have a look.
Tigers are just big cats, and cats all have their own curiosity.
Upon arriving outside the rescue station, Leopard Sister spotted it from afar. She leaped a few tis to Chen Ying’s side, eyeing the Golden Tiger carefully and scrutinizing it.
Although Bai Bingyang is at the bottom of the pecking order inside the station, given his status, Leopard Sister has to consider him even if she doesn’t like the Golden Tiger. The only one who wouldn’t mind its heavy appetite and foolishness would probably be the Golden Tiger.
Avoiding Leopard Sister, the Golden Tiger followed Bai Bingyang’s scent. As soon as it rounded the corner of the building, it stopped and tilted its head slightly, looking at the large, custom treadmill in the field.
This one is custom-made, with the manufacturer’s LOGO on it, and a little further away, soone was livestreaming Bai Bingyang’s weight loss…
The livestream wasn’t particularly advertised, and viewers are mostly people from related industries or circles.
When the livestream first started, many passersby wandered in, peaking at several tens of thousands online. Later, with no one stirring things up in the stream, and Bai Bingyang slacking off, there were no more random drop-ins.
The ones who stayed are all true fans.
Chen Ying inford the fitness trainers to step aside for now, letting them co out after the Golden Tiger left.
A group of people rushed into the office building, and in no ti, a row of heads popped out from the balcony on the second floor.
Just then, an outsider accidentally entered the livestream room, noticing quite a few viewers but barely anyone talking. Assuming they’d bought fake followers or sothing, they couldn’t resist a sarcastic comnt saying that even the script in the livestream was photoshopped, including the tiger.
However, before finishing his sentence, he saw the entire group rushing away, leaving only a White Tiger staring back at him through the screen.
To say he wasn’t intimidated would be a lie; his finger, intending to swipe to the next livestream, paused for quite a while.
Then, an astonishing scene unfolded—a big, majestic tiger with a swagger that recognized no kin approached, its fur an unusual golden-brown with stripes that weren’t black.
“What in the world is this? Are there tigers like that?”
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