pet writer

After the hamster ate normally, Qiao Yu found that it didn't like exercising much.

The exercise waste No. [-] Chaos Meow who has learned from the past was forced to run by Qiao Yu every day, and his health finally recovered (Qiao Yu thought it himself).

So the doctor gave Sports Waste No. [-] a hamster roller, but the little guy turned a blind eye to it.

It sits there all day in a daze, the food is at hand, it doesn't move much all day long, and even the hamster house won't go back to sleep at night.

On this day, Qiao Yu reached into the cage with sliced ​​apples in his palm.

Hamster: "..."

The little guy's eyes moved from the apple piece to Qiao Yu's face, looking at the doctor's expectant eyes for a long time, and Qiao Yu felt a bit like a dejected father looking at his incompetent son in that small look.It slowly got up, and then slowly moved to Qiao Yu's palm, hugged the apple piece with dignity, and then sat down.

Unlike the feeling of holding a cat, the weight of the hamster is lighter, like holding a small fluffy ball.

Qiao Yu could finally pinch that long-awaited little tail.

The hamster's fish eyes suddenly died.

It looked at Qiao Yu with condemning eyes, and the doctor smiled at it.

The hamster had no choice but to move around in a small area to avoid his claws, but the hamster itself was sitting on Qiao Yu's Five Fingers Mountain, there was no way to avoid it, and it could only continuously release eye knives, which didn't hurt or itch.

Fortunately, the owner of the pet shop kept his last conscience, stopped before the hamster couldn't bear it, and then put the little guy into a fancy hamster roller.

Hamster: ==

The hamster sitting in the narrow roller looked up at Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu was still looking at it, pointing at his chin, touching its face with his fingers through the gap in the cage.

The hamster stretched out its paw, and slapped Qiao Yu's finger hard.

Although the hamster's "ruthless" standard is not painful or itchy to humans, it shows the hamster's attitude anyway.

Qiao Yu was still smiling, and moved his finger from the hamster's cheek to the edge of the cage. When the hamster was feeling bad, he flicked his finger lightly, and the roller began to spin.

The eyes of the hamster== instantly become 0.0

Either run or roll.

After two laps on the roller, the hamster finally realized that this was not going to work, and was forced to run away.Facts have proved that the potential of hamsters is infinite. When I ran away from home in the middle of the night yesterday, I was not very familiar with the way of walking on four legs. Today, after being stumbled by the wheel twice today, I started to be flexible and ran smoothly.

Rat students have been sublimated.

Qiao Yu pinched the stopwatch, the hard-working hamster stopped eating after running for 3 minutes, and the immobile little guy grabbed the edge of the roller, willing to be dizzy and dizzy and refused to move.

Sure enough, another physical waste.

After confirming this, the doctor put the hamster to rest for a while, and asked Oda Sakunosuke to bring another roller with the hamster on it.

The little guy's companions didn't need others to turn the rollers, and ran consciously and smoothly for 5 minutes without panting, which fully demonstrated the athletic potential, liveliness and cuteness of an excellent hamster.

Purple-eyed hamster: "..."

It lay on the bottom of the roller, turned its head silently, and was poked right by Qiao Yu's finger who had put it there a long time ago.

"See? Your role model."

The hamster would rather be poked by Qiao Yu than turn his head away, Qiao Yu couldn't help but laugh.

"Escapism."

If you can escape the reality of exercising as a hamster, you can't escape the reality of being a human.

Fyodor was sent to the gathering area for people with supernatural powers.

There is no free lunch in the world, just as Zweig wrote in "Queen of the Broken Head": "All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced." The same is true for supernatural powers.

When Fyodor was sent in, the people with different abilities were fighting.

There are obvious grade differences in different abilities, and people with different abilities are also different, not only their relationship, but also the relationship of their supporters.To put it bluntly, the people with supernatural powers here are pawns introduced by nobles with complicated relationships.

The aristocrats keep preaching the idea of ​​"talented people", just like the feudal era proclaiming the "mandate of heaven and imperial power". The exact same tricks still work among the middle and lower classes who lack education today, thousands of years later.They deepened the concept of the people over and over again, so that the later people with supernatural powers were fools with low self-esteem and pride.

For example, now, that burly mountain-like superhuman came forward with a smile on his face, and respectfully said to the person who brought Fyodor: "Master, what's the matter with you today?"

Fyodor watched him silently, then scanned the people behind him.

The Qing Dynasty is dead, but this group of people live as if the serfdom and aristocracy were still in the era.

Being a child has the perks of being a child.Many people here look down on women, children and the elderly, they are born with the stamp of being weak.Fyodor relied on this layer of skin to survive in this miniature jungle world where the weak preyed on the strong.

"Cough cough cough..."

The winter in Russia is very cold, and Fyodor can't stop coughing once this season comes, even so he still has to go out to complete the task.

The whole team ignored him, and the others tightly surrounded the person with the strongest ability. Fyodor followed with difficulty at the end, barely falling behind.

The physical fitness and cold resistance of adults are much stronger than him.

The panting child felt that he could hardly breathe, but no one paid attention to him.

They reached a village in Russia.

Poverty and backwardness are directly imprinted on the outside of the village, which is no different from a slum: villagers in shabby clothes, dilapidated houses... If the snow falls particularly hard this winter, then the people here will definitely not escape the fate of freezing to death.

The superhuman who felt that he had accepted a rubbish task frowned: "It's so unlucky, if it wasn't for that dog-mother of Wali who took over our task! What a mess!" He glanced at the thin Child: "There is one more burden!"

The dogs around him responded in various ways.

In fact, they were assigned this task precisely because this man was not strong enough.

To be precise, they were sent here because none of the people here were strong enough.

Dostoevsky, who knew the truth, tried to calm his breathing so that his lungs would not make a hoarse and unpleasant sound like a bellows with a hole in it.

"Brother, do you want some water?" A little girl handed over a bowl filled with steaming water.

This is a very precious thing in winter, at least for them.

Fyodor froze for a moment. After he was sent into the gathering area, he hadn't felt the care of others for a long time.The boy lowered his eyes, took the broken bowl, carefully avoided touching the little girl's fingers, and said hoarsely, "...Thank you."

The girl immediately laughed.

A smile as bright as sunshine appeared on her pale face from the cold, and she flew back to her relatives like a bird in spring, her voice was still carried by the cold wind, "Mom, he said thank you to me!"

Fyodor drank some hot water, his breathing finally became easier, and his cough stopped.

It was rare for him to feel a little warmth this winter.

The child looked around and saw the well-dressed village chief standing in front of the superhuman. The leading superhuman had an arrogant and arrogant expression. Fyodor could see that he was imitating the posture of a nobleman, but it was a bit ridiculous .

Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog.

This should have been an easy exploration task.Apart from the poor conditions, there are no other major problems.

Originally, this word meant a turning point.

Stupid people with supernatural abilities blasted the source of the plague, and the entire neighboring village was at risk of being infected.

If a doctor is sent over for treatment, the spread of the plague can be quickly stopped.But this is an extremely poor border village, and there is nothing worthy of high-level nostalgia. Compared with spending a lot of manpower and material resources on treatment, the easier way is to kill the source.

Of course, even if this kind of thing didn't happen, they would have cleaned up the village—this would show that the problem was serious, and the rewards for the mission afterwards would be higher.

This was not the first time Fyodor saw a dead person, but the first time he was helpless.

The girl who handed him water was locked in the house, and the supernatural person hit him with a fireball, scarlet flames soared into the sky, the sound of crying was very clear in the silent winter day, the huge heat source brought warmth, Feo Dole shivered from the cold and coughed uncontrollably.

People with supernatural powers didn't take it seriously, they used their supernatural powers to make the flames burn sufficiently vigorously and thoroughly, and then stood beside the burning flames, roasting their bodies as if they were standing in a warm room with a fireplace, chatting.

"It's really troublesome."

"A pariah is a pariah."

"It's done, let's go!"

The clever child remembered a book he had read before, written by an unknown writer named Kafka, in which an article called "The Metamorphosis" deeply shocked him when he was still young. *

Before Fyodor thought it was a fairy tale, a metaphor, but now he found that it was reality.

Now is the scene of "Metamorphosis".

Loneliness, despair, absurd reality.

A person who is confused and distorted by supernatural powers.

"Extraordinary power, what is it?" Fyodor muttered to himself, standing in front of the burnt ashes, the bitter cold wind blew, and the dust was sucked into the respiratory tract by Fyodor, causing even more damage. severe coughing.

The superhuman who had already walked a long way looked back at him, letting a dog leg come over impatiently.The dog leg stepped on the ashes left by the burned people indifferently, raised his hand rudely and patted Fyodor, slapped him staggering and fell into the snow, and said in a nasty voice: "What are you in a daze for? Hurry up and go."

If it weren't for the superpowers, there would be punishment for the battle damage, and the opponent would never turn back.

From their point of view, Feordo is useless.

The ability is not clear, and the age is too young.This kind of kid who should be playing with mud in the dunghill should not come to occupy their team spots and share their task rewards.

After he walked for a while, the child began to get up.

His body was covered with black ashes left by the villagers, and the child was lying on the gloomy sky with his head up, his purple eyes as red as blood.