After a furball with a plush scarf all night looked up in confusion, "Woo..."

The muffled voice sounded a bit like coquetry.

Zhong Jingshu coaxed: "It's not your fault, the tent is airtight, it's all the fault of the tent."

"Aw!"

The supplies from Interstellar arrived almost today, Zhong Jingshu prepared food for the little ones, and cooked a pack of instant food powder himself.

The hot and sour taste is not bad.

I don't know if the hot and sour noodles are really delicious, or the picture of three Mao Tuanzi bowing their heads to eat meat is too much to eat. Zhong Jingshu's meal is also quite delicious.

The temperature of the forest at this time is neither high nor low, and the time is just right to take a nap.

But Zhong Jingshu had just woken up not long ago, so he obviously didn't intend to catch up on sleep during the day.

The three little tigers were playing around, Zhong Jingshu sat down with his back against the big tree, bent one leg and put a notepad on it, and wrote down what happened in recent days.

This is purely a personal habit. Zhong Jingshu likes to record these cute little creatures in words.

In the interstellar era, pen and paper are rarely used, and most of them use virtual text on the Internet.

Many people in the live broadcast room felt a little surprised when the anchor took out a notepad and wrote stroke by stroke. More importantly, what he wrote down was about the little tiger's living habits and taste.

Barrage:

"It's hard to imagine that the word sensible can be used to describe animal cubs."

"Furball prefers rabbit meat? How do you tell?"

The audience who watched the little tiger eating at noon looked stunned. The little tiger ate all those kinds of meat together, and it was completely impossible to tell which one he liked more.

Among the three little tigers, Zhong Jingshu spends the most time with Furball, and some dietary details can be found through careful observation.

As for the other two, Zhong Jingshu was not in a hurry to make a judgment, and only recorded the little furball first.

There are only a few pages of text, and it looks a little empty.

Holding the black fountain pen between her fair and slender fingers, Zhong Jingshu twirled a few times, and Zhong Jingshu yelled at Hairy, who was huddled together not far away: "Furball!"

For a moment, the three little Mao Tuanzi who were fighting with each other stopped what they were doing, and looked up at Zhong Jingshu in unison.

The camera in Zhong Jingshu's hand pressed the shutter. Although it was a silent shot, furball's ear tips still trembled the moment he pressed it.

"Aww!" Furball rushed out from the encirclement of Juanjuan and Da Ju, and ran towards Zhong Jingshu while yelling.

Zhong Jingshu hurriedly captured the picture of it running, and before putting down the camera, furball had already run over.

Zhong Jingshu opened his arms to catch it.

Furball was obviously very excited. After bumping into him, his front paws rested on Zhong Jingshu's shoulders and licked his chin.

When Zhong Jingshu was sitting, Furball stood up a little taller than him.

He put his hand on the furball's back, rua two handfuls of fur, "Thankfully, it's a kitten, if it grows up a bit, such a swoop can knock me to the ground."

A full-grown tiger can take down a person with one paw, but no one can defend against such a tonnage swoop.

But little hairy's swoop is only cute.

Zhong Jingshu put the book camera aside, picked two photos from the printed photos, and pasted three hairy ones on the first page of the notepad, and wrote the word Siberian tiger on the top.

Furball lay on the ground, put his paws on Zhong Jingshu's wrist, then put his chin on it, and raised his head as Zhong Jingshu raised his hand.

He looked at Zhong Jingshu with a pair of eyes, and then at the notepad with the photo and writing on it. He turned his head in a small arc from left to right, and he seemed to be busy.

The sun shines on the leaves and leaves mottled shadows on the ground.

The shrubs and clumps of tender grass in the forest, Zhong Jingshu's back against the big tree seemed to blend into the natural environment, and the two playful little tigers watched him from a distance.

The furball next to him has bright eyes.

Birds sing from time to time, the wind blows the leaves and rustles, and you can smell the freshness of nature through the screen.

"Help... I seem to smell the fragrance of tender grass."

"I always feel very comfortable to take a nap in this environment."

"As long as I close my eyes, I will sleep next to the master (boss) Bo (hu), and I will be content."

"The anchor and the little tiger are so familiar, when will you bring them back? If you can bring them back to Interstellar, you will be eligible for a tour!"

"Ahhh! Yes! I forgot about this task for so long that no one has completed it. We have a chance to meet the animals we brought back!"

Zhong Jingshu closed the notepad, supported it on the little tiger's head, and said casually: "The little ones are still too young. After they learn to hunt and survive on their own, they are thinking about other things."

Interstellar has reserved a separate planet for this plan, just to take care of the animals brought back during the mission.

But Zhong Jingshu didn't really want to change the environment of the cubs so early, and wait until they grow up and adapt better.

Furball has a notepad on his head, it's not heavy, and he can shake it off with just a simple shake of his head.

But it didn't do that, it stood up to it honestly, and licked Zhong Jingshu's hand from time to time, and was very happy to be used as a temporary bookshelf.

Zhong Jingshu chuckled, teased it with this book, rubbed against the little tiger's ear, the little tiger's snoring sounds very healing.

The little tiger honestly lets you play with it, not to mention how obedient it is.

Hairy, who was covered in rua, blinked and looked at him innocently.

Zhong Jingshu rubbed the face of Xiaomao Tuanzi, feeling as if his arm had been brushed by something, like fine fluff. He lowered his head suspiciously, and saw Da Ju who was lying on his stomach not far away just now.run over here.

Maybe it was because had fun watching furball and Zhong Jingshu, so couldn't help but move closer.

Mao Tuanzi took the initiative to approach, and Zhong Jingshu naturally wanted to smooth the hair in place. His fingers were slightly bent like a comb, and the hair was smoothed down little by little.

Juanjuan squatted beside him, about an arm's length away from Zhong Jingshu, and reservedly did not step forward.

When Zhong Jingshu turned his head, Juanjuan turned his head and looked aside, leaving Zhong Jingshu with a hairy head.

"Ahh! The little tiger's head is so round, I can finish it with one hand!"

"To tell you the truth, I have already stretched out my hand to the virtual screen, closed my eyes and fantasized about the feel, um...very soft."

"??? Can you still play like this? Then I will try..."

Compared to the viewers in the live broadcast room who could only fantasize about the feel, after Zhong Jingshu tidied up Da Ju's hair, he did not hesitate to strike at Xiao Mao's head.

Juan Juan, who had his back to Zhong Jingshu, didn't know what was going on, the tip of his ear just had time to shake, and the next moment he was grabbed.

The little Mao Tuanzi under the palm suddenly stiffened, Zhong Jingshu rua quickly, and rubbed the tip of his ear.

When Zhong Jingshu withdrew his hand, Xiaomao Tuanzi hadn't recovered yet, and froze in place in a daze.

"Okay, this one was fooled, next one."

"Aww! Little Aojiao has been tamed, so be good."

"Does Juan think that he has a good mouth? Look at that tail waggling, obviously he likes to be smoothed."

The three little Mao Tuanzi were huddling around, even if Juanjuan didn't come close, they were not very far away.

'Dididi'

'Dididi'

...

After landing, Zhong Jingshu muted the ring watch early in the morning because he was afraid that the sound of the ring watch would scare the small animals around.

He suddenly heard the sound of mechanization in the primeval forest, and he was taken aback for a moment.

It's an urgent message from Bufield.

The pop-up window opened automatically, with a few exclamation marks on it, enough to see the importance of this message.

Bufield: "There is an adult Siberian tiger approaching your direction. The system determines that the risk factor is A+, and it is about to enter the range of the defense system. Leave your current position as soon as possible."

A concise message explaining what happened.

Adult Siberian tiger?

Zhong Jingshu ruafurball slowed down, "Can you know how big it is?"

The news from Bufield did not come quickly. Zhong Jingshu felt that the boss was very busy. It is normal to put down the ring watch and go to other things after sending the message.understand.

However, when Bufield saw this message, he didn't reply right away because... for a moment, he was stunned by this question.

An adult Siberian tiger, no matter how big it is, is definitely not something an ordinary human can handle.

Zhong Jingshu didn't choose to leave immediately, but asked how old he was. It seemed that he was not afraid, and felt a little eager to try.

Bufield felt that this was dangerous, but he still replied: "I can't judge for the time being. The instrument will be destroyed if it gets too close to the Siberian tiger. You don't need to think about other things. Leave now and don't need to pack up."

Fearing that Zhong Jingshu would not take this matter to heart, Bufield added: "The Siberian tiger was injured, and it is extremely dangerous."

Injured animals become extremely sensitive to things around them, and are more difficult to deal with than normal Siberian tigers.

For other animals, it may be a good opportunity to have a good meal, but for Zhong Jingshu, if he doesn't run away, the possibility of becoming a tiger's meal is relatively high.

Zhong Jingshu was about to take the three little tigers away, and paused when he saw the message that popped up in front of him, "Injured?"

He hesitated, "Is it coming towards me?"

Bufield: "Yes. Judging from the trace recovery and tracking, there is no intention of turning and changing direction, and it is coming straight to you."

Except when it is difficult to move after being injured, and when you stop to rest after running, the rest of the time is running in the direction of Zhong Jingshu.

Bufield suspected that it was the bloody smell of the meat that Zhong Jingshu was carrying that attracted the wounded and hungry beast.

"Remember to put the meat away next time, it's in the southwest, and you remember to go in the opposite direction."

The corners of Zhong Jingshu's mouth were slightly pursed, and he looked in the direction Bufield pointed in the news, "How about...I'll go and have a look."

That Siberian tiger probably didn't come here for the meat.

Not to mention whether the smell of blood can spread that far, the injured Siberian tiger will be more cautious about food, it is impossible to go straight in this direction, at least it has to stop and observe before moving forward.

When smoothing the furball, he unconsciously released the warmth of the healing system. Perhaps the injured tiger noticed it, so he ran over desperately.

Zhong Jingshu didn't wait for Bufield's reply, and made his own decision, "I'll go find the injured Siberian tiger after I put the little tiger in place."

Bufield emphasized that the injured Siberian tiger was extremely dangerous for a long time: "?"

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Good night and early bed love everyone.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2022-08-25 23:25:35~2022-08-26 15:44:23~

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