In the Leopard Garden, two clouded leopard cubs, looking like fluffy balls of fur, were sprawled on their backs with their big bellies exposed, taking an afternoon nap.
Nearby, the leopard Li Bao was also lounging lazily on a giant cat climbing frame.
Despite this leisurely scene, there was no decrease in the number of visitors outside the iron cage.
Evidently, this group of one adult and two cubs had successfully replaced the first-generation chimpanzee Shidi Fu as the main attraction.
Just as visitors were enthusiastically taking photos of the animals in the cage, Yang Lin's voice suddenly came from nearby.
"Attention, dear visitors! To show our appreciation for your support of our zoo, we're organizing a special drawing activity."
"Those interested can come to me to get brushes, paint, and paper."
Upon hearing Yang Lin's announcement, the visitors' interest was immediately piqued.
"Isn't this a zoo? Why are they holding a drawing competition?"
"What's the theme for drawing?"
"Are there any prizes, Director?"
Seeing that everyone's attention had been captured, Yang Lin continued:
"As for prizes, how about my autographed photo?"
As soon as he said this, the crowd erupted in jeers.
"Pfft, who wants your autographed photo?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't take it even if you paid me."
"Are there any better rewards?"
"It's no fun without proper prizes."
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"Alright, alright, how about this - the top five winners can spend five minutes petting the two little ones."
"And the top ten can enter the cage to take photos with the cubs."
As soon as Yang Lin finished speaking, the crowd became excited.
"Now that's more like it!"
"Can we really pet those two little ones up close?"
"Oh my god, I've been dying for this chance!"
"Sign me up!"
"I want to take photos with the cubs!"
"That first place is mine, don't anyone try to compete with me!"
The crowd's enthusiasm continued to build.
"Well then, let me lead you to the competition venue."
As Yang Lin walked towards the back of the tiger enclosure, the eager participants and spectators quickly followed.
Soon, they were led to the location of the pig pen.
When everyone saw the large black pig in the pen, their faces immediately showed intense confusion.
"Director, is today's drawing theme about drawing this pig?"
"Drawing a pig is easy - just a body, a mouth, four legs, and a curly tail."
"It can't be that simple, maybe this pig is actually the prize for the winner."
"What, we get to win this pig?"
"Wait, Director, are you asking us to slaughter the pig?"
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Looking at the crowd's wild guesses, Yang Lin decided not to keep them in suspense any longer and announced loudly:
"Of course you're not drawing the pig, and you're definitely not slaughtering it."
"In fact, this pig is also a contestant in today's competition."
As soon as Yang Lin said this, the crowd erupted in chaos.
"What! Director, are you kidding? You want us to compete against this fat pig?"
"Isn't this insulting? Putting us in the same category as a pig?"
"Come on, how could a pig possibly draw?"
"If a pig can draw, I might as well climb trees."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"If I lose to a pig, it would prove my dad right - that I'm worse than a pig."
"Hold on, we already know the Director's border collie is better than us, and if this pig surpasses us too, we wouldn't just be worse than a pig, we'd be worse than both pigs and dogs."
"Although it's somewhat insulting, I still find it interesting."
"I want to see how this pig actually draws."
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Seeing that nobody believed a pig could draw, Yang Lin didn't waste time arguing. He directly handed brushes and paint to the black pig in the pen.
"Come on! Li Fugui, show our esteemed audience your artistic skills."
Hearing Yang Lin's words, the black pig, temporarily named Li Fugui, immediately picked up a brush with its mouth and ran to the wall.
The next second, to the visitors' astonishment, it dipped the brush in the palette of colors.
After getting paint on the brush, it began making deliberate strokes on the wall.
The crowd had expected random scribbles, but as the pig continued painting, their expressions changed.
From their perspective, Li Fugui was actually painting a large, beautiful lotus flower.
Both the colors and form were impeccable - while not masterpiece level, it certainly surpassed many beginners.
Seeing this, the previously skeptical visitors exchanged bewildered looks.
When Li Fugui finished the painting, they all fell silent.
The louder they had protested earlier, the more embarrassed they felt now.
"Well, how's that? Pretty good, right? I assume no one still thinks pigs can't paint?"
Yang Lin's face showed obvious satisfaction at their dumbfounded expressions.
After several seconds of silence, one visitor holding a brush stepped forward with a bitter smile.
"Director, is it too late to withdraw from the competition?"
"Yeah, I think I'll pass. If I actually lose to a pig, where would I hide my face?"
"It's not even a question of 'if' - I honestly can't paint as well as this pig."
Following this person's lead, other registered participants began withdrawing from the competition.
In their words, they couldn't risk the embarrassment.
Yang Lin maintained an indifferent attitude toward their withdrawals.
"Anyone else want to withdraw? If not, we'll start the competition."
"As for the subject matter, let's paint the lake and scenery over there."
Hearing this, the remaining contestants who insisted on competing prepared themselves.
Meanwhile, Yang Lin took the opportunity to open the West Rainbow Zoo's official livestream.
The moment his stream went live, numerous followers flooded into the channel.
"Hello, Director! What made you start streaming today? Is there something new at the zoo?"
"Director, can we get some zoo merchandise? I want plush toys of the two clouded leopard cubs."
"Do you have life-sized Siberian tiger plushies?"
"What about the yellow cart? Are there still any livestreams without yellow carts these days?"
Just as netizens were wondering about Yang Lin's purpose for streaming, the camera suddenly turned to the visitors preparing to paint.
As viewers were about to complain about the boring content, the camera swiftly panned again, revealing a large black pig holding a brush in its mouth.
The online viewers' expressions of surprise matched those of the on-site visitors perfectly.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
