In the livestream, following Yang Lin's explanation, netizens quickly understood the nature of this special painting competition.
"Interesting, a painting competition between humans and a pig."
"I knew there were no normal animals in the West Rainbow Zoo - now even the pigs can paint."
"I really wonder what experiences the zoo director had, and how he managed to teach a pig to paint."
"Indeed, all the animals in this zoo seem a bit off. When I visited yesterday, I thought that beautiful parrot would be normal, but it immediately told me to call it 'daddy.'"
"You should have seen Shitty Steve smoking three cigarettes at once, and what's more, he knew to hide them when children came by."
"It's starting! I want to see which fool loses to a pig."
...
When Yang Lin announced the start of the competition, all participating visitors picked up their brushes and began painting, including Li Fugui in the pig pen.
They watched as he gracefully placed his front legs on the low wall of the pig pen.
His front legs held down the drawing board while he gripped a paint-soaked brush in his mouth.
Sometimes he would furrow his brow in concentration, other times his brush would fly across the canvas.
His actions immediately amused both the onlookers and the livestream audience.
"Oh my god, that poor guy in the pig costume must be suffering, acting just like a real pig."
"Wonder how much they pay him to pretend to be a pig all day."
"I seriously suspect all the animals in this zoo are just employees in costumes."
"Okay, I'll admit it - that pig is actually my ex-boyfriend. Even as a pig, I'd recognize him anywhere."
"Look at those intelligent little eyes."
"I have to say, his brush technique is quite professional."
"Looking at him like this, could he actually win first place?"
...
As people discussed, time ticked by, and the contestants' paintings gradually neared completion.
Just as they were putting on their finishing touches, a pig's squeal came from the pen.
Hearing this, Yang Lin immediately walked over with his phone.
When he got closer, he realized that Li Fugui had finished his painting.
Looking at the landscape painting on the board, which combined both realism and artistic interpretation, not only were the livestream viewers shocked, but Yang Lin himself was also surprised.
"Holy cow, was this really painted by a pig?"
"If I hadn't watched the whole thing without anyone approaching, I would have thought someone switched the paintings."
"Damn, I've wasted my life - a pig can paint like this, and I can't even draw a decent turtle."
"I wonder if any of the contestants can beat him, because I certainly couldn't."
"I'll never call my son as dumb as a pig again - clearly, pigs are much smarter."
"Obviously, the zoo director's true expertise must be in raising pigs. He's made the other animals act like pigs, but he's made this pig act like a human."
"How much for this painting? I'll offer 5 million. If it's not for sale, forget I said anything."
"This must be the world's first pig with an independent artwork. I declare him the GOAT of pigs."
"He's like the Da Vinci of pigs! Does this mean his brain would be extra nutritious?"
"Pig-casso might be more appropriate, given the slight abstraction in his work."
"If I had a pig like this, I'd have him paint every day and live off his earnings."
At this moment, everyone was generous with their praise.
Although they could tell that Li Fugui's painting wasn't exactly masterful by professional standards, they reminded themselves - he was a pig, after all. Why hold a pig to such high standards?
By this time, the competition was drawing to a close, with all contestants finishing their works.
Next came the public voting phase.
According to Yang Lin's rules, all visitors present would participate in the voting.
The visitors were quite enthusiastic about this part.
After about ten minutes of voting, the final results were revealed.
The black pig Li Fugui won first place with an overwhelming 784 votes.
A student reportedly from an art academy took second place with 564 votes.
Yang Lin wasn't surprised by these results, not because he knew Li Fugui's painting was superior.
Rather, he knew few people could resist voting for a pig that could paint.
In fact, most people who voted for Li Fugui weren't voting for his artwork, but for him as a pig.
"Your vote and my vote, when will piggy become a star?"
"If you don't vote and I don't vote, piggy will end up as meatballs."
"Piggy worked so hard, sure you won't give him a vote?"
"If piggy doesn't win first place, the director will probably reduce his food. Look at him, he probably hasn't eaten in ten whole minutes."
"Pig girls never give up, long live the Piggy Cult!"
During the voting, these playful chants filled the air.
It was thanks to these pig-loving visitors' enthusiastic campaigning that he received over seven hundred votes.
What surprised Yang Lin was that the contestants who received fewer votes than Li Fugui showed no signs of disappointment and were quite gracious about it.
Seeing everyone's positive attitude, Yang Lin immediately announced more exciting news that thrilled the crowd.
"Considering everyone's excellent performance, I've decided to give all participants a photo stamped with Ball and Round's paw prints."
"I've also contacted manufacturers to place orders, and soon we'll have merchandise featuring our animals."
"This includes animal plushies and other derivative products. You can purchase them through my livestream channel, and ticket holders will get a 20% discount."
As soon as Yang Lin finished speaking, both the on-site visitors and livestream audience showed visible excitement.
The animals currently featured at West Rainbow Zoo had undeniable charm, and with online exposure, they had become true animal celebrities.
People had been eagerly anticipating their merchandise.
With this, the event officially concluded, and Li Fugui's fame was firmly established both in the zoo and online.
After all, he was a genius pig who could paint.
Yang Lin's goal of redistributing visitor traffic in the zoo was finally achieved, with crowds naturally flowing to different areas without specific guidance.
Seeing that the safety concerns were temporarily resolved, Yang Lin headed toward the artificial lake, where two other big fellows were waiting for him.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
