Hearing him say that, Zheng Jituo's lips twitched.

"Seriously, Lao Zhang, I fucking thought you were joking back then! Who could have imagined you were playing this for real?"

"And how the hell did you manage to beat the tiger into such a sorry state?"

"Also, the tiger's awake now! What are we supposed to do? I know there's strength in numbers, but if this thing gets vicious..."

Thinking of that terrifying scenario, Zheng Jituo swallowed hard.

He deeply regretted questioning Zhang Beixing during that phone call.

If he had known Zhang Beixing was this serious and this powerful, he would never have opposed him, no matter what!

Now look at this mess! Zhang Beixing brought the tiger over, and the damned thing actually woke up! What the hell!

"Er... you're asking a lot of questions. I'll answer them one by one," Zhang Beixing said. "Didn't you ask what to do if it wakes up? That's easy. I'll show you. Watch closely."

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing walked straight up to the tiger, which had just awoken and was still disoriented.

Looking at the tiger's dazed expression, Zhang Beixing grinned, then grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and lifted its head.

Normally, when an animal is suddenly grabbed by the scruff of its neck—the very thing that dictates its fate—its instinct is to resist, to fight the reckless creature that seized it and struggle free.

But then, the hand holding its scruff shifted slightly. Zhang Beixing's broadly smiling face and the fist by his side, coiled and ready to strike, came into its view.

In an instant, the tiger, which had been incredibly ferocious due to pain and severe injuries, froze. Perhaps it recalled some unbearable past trauma, for its once-murky eyes suddenly cleared. Its bristling fur slowly smoothed down, and even its ears flattened back in fear, becoming "airplane ears."

Its wildness was suppressed. The dull ache in its rear and its battered body allowed what little reason and intelligence it possessed to finally take hold. It looked at Zhang Beixing with trepidation.

Can't mess with him. Definitely can't mess with him.

This bipedal beast is simply not something a tiger can fight!

It remembered the vision of its ancestors it had seen in a daze after Zhang Beixing's punch, a blow radiating Vital Energy.

A profound chill ran through it.

Seeing it like this, Zhang Beixing frowned slightly. "Tsk, what's this? Still not learned your lesson after that beating? Baring your teeth at me, are you? Put them away!"

It wasn't clear whether the tiger understood his words or was simply frightened by Zhang Beixing's scolding tone. But as soon as Zhang Beixing spoke, the tiger, which had been baring its fangs, actually retracted them, closed its mouth, and adopted an expression of perfect docility.

"Holy shit!"

Zheng Jituo was stunned; he felt numb from head to toe.

He looked at the tiger, then at Zhang Beixing. Then back at the tiger, and then at Zhang Beixing again.

Then he abruptly slapped himself across the face.

Feeling the sharp pain on his cheek, Zheng Jituo knew what he was seeing wasn't fake. He was utterly astounded. "Holy shit, Lao Zhang, you... I... you... you can actually make a tiger so obedient?"

"Hah, that's nothing difficult, Jituo," Zhang Beixing said. "If you could perform a handstand while taking a dump, I could tame it completely. I'd make it guard your house, guaranteed to be perfectly behaved and cause no trouble whatsoever!"

Hearing Zhang Beixing still harping on about this, Zheng Jituo's lip twitched again. It was unclear whether he was rejecting the idea of doing a handstand while defecating or the offer of having a tiger guard his house. In any case, he just said, "That's quite unnecessary."

Seeing Zheng Jituo refuse again and again, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

"Ah, Jituo, I'm very disappointed in you! So young and you don't even dare to eat shit. How will you ever achieve great things in the future?

"Do you realize that every mouthful of shit you eat now is a fragment of a Rolls-Royce?

"Sigh, what a disappointment, what a disappointment! I never thought our Dorm 203 would produce someone as timid and hesitant as you. It's truly a misfortune for our 'family'!

"But I don't blame you. After all, you're still young and don't understand these things. When you grow up, you'll get it. Just don't blame me for not warning you then!"

As he said this, Zhang Beixing shook his head, the very picture of someone disappointed that a promising talent wasn't living up to potential—like hating iron for not becoming steel.

Hearing this, Zheng Jituo's lip twitched yet again.

He desperately wanted to retort, 'Who the hell builds a Rolls-Royce by eating shit?'

But before the words could leave his mouth, he heard a female classmate nearby. She was looking at the tiger, held by Zhang Beixing and as docile as a kitten, then hesitantly at Zhang Beixing, and asked, "Um... Beixing, c-can I pet it?"

"Pet it? Hah, of course, you can!" Zhang Beixing said, hands on his hips, looking very magnanimous. "It's our own tiger, pet it all you want!"

Hearing this, the female classmate mustered her courage and reached out.

The tiger, seeing it wasn't Zhang Beixing, felt its wild nature surge and was about to roar. But before the roar could escape its throat—

SLAP!

"Behave yourself!"

Zhang Beixing smacked the tiger on the head. The tiger immediately cowered again, meekly allowing the female classmate to pet it without the slightest reaction.

With one person having started, others were eager to try.

After all, this was a tiger! A genuine, flesh-and-blood tiger, a massive creature measuring one point nine meters long and weighing around one hundred kilograms.

Ordinarily, it was a creature to be admired only from a great distance, never to be trifled with. To even try was to invite death.

But now, it had been trained by Zhang Beixing to this state, where anyone could freely pet and play with it.

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