My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome

Chapter 150: 149 Snowy Owl

Shao Zifeng looked at the little guy and asked curiously, “Brother Qiang, what’s this?”

Bald Qiang squatted down, lifted the fur ball up with one hand, his big hand grasping its fluffy body, his face full of affection, “This is a pet beast awarded to me by the school, it’s of the same species as Xiong Da…”

As he spoke, a trace of sorrow flashed in Bald Qiang’s eyes, and he said no more.

Shao Zifeng opened his mouth and finally said in a low voice, “I’m sorry.”

Bald Qiang laughed, “What are you talking about? If it weren’t for your healing skill, maybe Xiong Er and I would have also been left behind.”

At this moment, Xiong Er, who had finished delivering gifts, came over, and upon hearing his owner’s words, he nodded in agreement, “Roar~”

The fur ball, in turn, hugged Bald Qiang’s big hand and began to gnaw on it.

Shao Zifeng took the opportunity to check the fur ball’s potential, and to his surprise, it was of the same three-star quality as Xiong Da.

Bald Qiang looked at the mischievous fur ball, a discordant uncle’s smile on his face, “The character of this little guy is just like Xiong Da’s when he was little, isn’t that right, Xiong San.”

Shao Zifeng:. . .

Xiong San.

Just like a hack with its simplicity and brutality.

Indeed, everyone has their own style of naming; I just wonder what kind of name Li Yiming gave his pet beast. At this thought, Shao Zifeng turned to glance at Li Yiming.

Li Yiming, who was staring off into space at Shao Zifeng’s back, noticed Shao Zifeng’s gaze, a flash of panic crossed his eyes, and he quickly lowered his head, a blush spreading across his delicate face.

Wow.

Shao Zifeng was stunned.

Blushing is addictive now, is it? Just by looking at you, why would a grown man blush like that?

Was I, Shao Zifeng, being mistaken for someone who doesn’t care about his face?

…

The lawn in Bald Qiang’s semi-detached villa yard was originally meant to be a recreational area, with stone tables and benches placed near the center; however, now the grass was everywhere as if it had been rooted by pigs, and didn’t look very pleasing to the eye.

Bald Qiang pulled the two to sit down, outwardly as generous as ever, and shouted to the boy standing aside holding an owl, “Casar, come over here.”

The boy named Casar hesitated, but finally, after the white owl tapped his head, he slowly walked over and sat down next to them, his demeanor cold and silent.

“Don’t be so serious, you’re all of the same age,” Bald Qiang rubbed the boy’s curly hair hard, “This is Casar, a member of the Taji Clan. Despite his looks, he’s a pure native of Daxia. You guys should get to know each other.”

Only then did Shao Zifeng notice the boy’s appearance. The boy wasn’t very tall, with soft brown curls, deep-set eyes, a high bridge nose, and the kind of freckles often seen on Caucasians, though obscured by the red of the high altitude.

Such a typical Western look, and Bald Qiang said he was from Daxia.

Encountering his own area of ignorance, Shao Zifeng felt somewhat incredulous.

The boy frowned discontentedly, crinkling his freckled, high nose, pushing away Bald Qiang’s arm, and gave Shao Zifeng and the others a cool nod.

“Hoot~woo~”

It was the white owl in his arms, however, that opened a wing enthusiastically to greet Shao Zifeng and the others.

“Taji Clan?” It was then that the silent Li Yiming suddenly exclaimed, “The same one known as the ‘Eagles of the Pamir Plateau’ border guard tribe?”

Upon hearing Li Yiming’s exclamation, Casar straightened up slightly, pride and triumph apparent in his blue eyes—’Eagles of the Pamir Plateau’ was the highest praise for their Taji Clan.

Shao Zifeng heard of this tribe for the first time, and curious, he looked at Bald Qiang.

“Yes, that Taji Clan; his uncle really is the ‘Eagles of the Pamir Plateau.’ But this kid has a long way to go; at best, he counts as a little eagle chick, hahaha.” Bald Qiang once again pressed his single arm against the boy’s curly hair, thoroughly mussing it up.

Hearing Bald Qiang’s hearty laughter, the boy named Casar’s face slowly bloomed red, but this time, he did not push away the arm on his head and sulked on his own. It seemed their relationship was quite good.

Shao Zifeng’s mouth curled into a light smile as his gaze turned to an avian creature that looked like an owl, its body covered in snow-white feathers dotted with some black spots. Its head was round but lacked the ear tufts of an owl, and its golden pupils were sharper than those of an owl. The base of its beak was covered in stiff, whisker-like feathers, almost completely hiding its beak.

A flicker of blue light crossed the bottom of his eyes.

[Name]: Snowy Owl

[Growth]: Growth period

[Status]: Healthy

[Strength]: Second tier

[Phylum]: Chordata

[Class]: Aves

[Order]: Strigiformes

[Family]: Strigidae

[Attribute]: Ice

[Potential]: ★☆☆☆

[Talent]: Snow Concealment: Its feathers are the ultimate camouflage in icy, snowy environments, allowing it to conceal its presence well. Its sharp eyesight enables it to deliver precise attacks on targets’ weak points.

[Skills]: Ice Protection, Eagle Strike, Ice Feather Blade

[Description]: Thanks to its extremely thick feathers, it can remain energetic even in temperatures as low as minus fifty degrees Celsius. In icy and snowy landscapes, they are top-tier predators.

After reading the Snowy Owl’s information, Shao Zifeng’s mouth quirked up slightly, marveling at the wonders of the world.

Who would have thought that this adorable, chubby white creature was actually a mutant creature meant for assassination, and it wasn’t short on talent either.

Wait a second.

If Shao Zifeng remembered correctly, wasn’t the Snowy Owl a rare species in Daxia?

Wow, it looked like this young man from the Taji Clan was no simpleton.

At that moment, the Snowy Owl seemed to sense something, casting a glance at Shao Zifeng, its golden eyes filled with confusion.

Shao Zifeng smiled at it and, as if nothing had happened, raised his head to join their conversation.

Most of the time, it was Guangtou Qiang bragging, with the two of them chiming in occasionally, while Casar acted aloof on the side.

“Oh right, Zifeng, what brings you here today?” Guangtou Qiang picked up an apple from the stone table, casually rubbed it on his trousers, and took a bite, juice splattering everywhere.

Shao Zifeng and Li Yiming exchanged glances, and Li Yiming involuntarily turned his head away, his cheeks flushing red once again.

Guangtou Qiang and Casar, upon seeing Li Yiming’s reaction, cast strange looks between the two, as if they’d stumbled upon some incredible secret.

…

Shao Zifeng’s mouth twitched, who knew why Li Yiming always blushed; what did their looks mean?

He cleared his throat, “Brother Qiang, we came to ask if you could be our team leader teacher.”

“Team leader teacher?” Guangtou Qiang looked at them in surprise: “You mean the team leader teacher for the regional competition?”

Shao Zifeng nodded, while Li Yiming looked expectantly at Guangtou Qiang.

Guangtou Qiang did not speak, but started munching on the apple with a grim face. The once joyful atmosphere turned somewhat dreary. Xiong San lifted his gaze to scan over everyone before continuing to hug his little furry ball and rested with his eyes closed.

Casar glanced at Guangtou Qiang, looking a bit anxious. He opened his mouth as if to speak but said nothing; finally, his handsome little face turned red.

Shao Zifeng felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Judging by Guangtou Qiang’s demeanor, it seemed like this trip might have been in vain.