My Cats are All Bigshots

Chapter 102

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The big black cat lay horizontally on the sofa, occupying almost all the space of the single sofa.

The little tiger who usually stands majestic and majestic, now looks as if its teeth have been pulled out, listless, without any strength, so that the leopard cat dares to step on its tail.

The guts are fattened—

Are you afraid that you don't have enough felt materials

Before the black cat found out, Wen Xin hurriedly pushed back the leopard cat's tentative foot at the edge of danger, then squatted down, and while grooming the cub, said with concern:

"Is Zai Zai uncomfortable?"

"Hmm—" The big black cat raised its eyelids sleepily, and opened its mouth quietly.

Wen Xin's heart skipped a beat.

Zai Zai is usually strong and strong, but he has never seen him like this before. When he suddenly became so 'weak', Wen Xin couldn't help feeling flustered.

She hurriedly asked Li Jingjing: "Why is Zai Zai suddenly like this? Did he eat something bad?"

Li Jingjing looked blank: "No? Just eat normally—"

"What's going on? Is it a fever?"

Wen Xin was also anxious at the moment, and she lost her head and tried to test the temperature of the black cat's forehead with her hand.

But soon she knew how stupid her actions were. The cat's head is different from that of a human being. It is so hairy. Can it be hot

The black cat quietly rubbed its head against Wen Xin.

Wen Xin immediately hugged him distressedly.

"Sister Xinxin, why don't we take Zai Zai to the pet hospital?" Li Jingjing also walked over, looked at the obviously weak black cat, and suggested.

"this… "

Wen Xin felt that when Li Jingjing said the words "pet hospital", the black cat's body froze obviously.

Presumably the psychological shadow of sending the cub to the pet hospital in the past is still there.

But Wen Xin is not a doctor when he is sick, so how can he do it without seeing a doctor

Wen Xin became more determined, and planned to coax the cub with nice words first, and then see if he could contact the manager and call the veterinarian to come to serve him.

Before he could speak, a young boy in short sleeves came down from upstairs.

The boy was sleepy, obviously just waking up.

Wen Xin took a closer look and found that the boy was holding a thermometer in his hand.

"Zai Zai is sick, let's take his temperature first? But sister, I read in the book that kittens measure their body temperature to..." The young man blushed after speaking with a pure and ignorant expression.

Immediately, other cats around the black cat exploded.

The leopard cat ran away all of a sudden: "I have an ominous premonition!"

Little Milk Tea: "What what? What are you going to do?"

Wen Xin didn't react at first, until the boy approached with a thermometer. For a moment, the originally listless black cat stood up straight.

He lowered his voice and pointed his claws at the young man threateningly.

Wen Xin had no doubt that if the boy wanted to take his body temperature forcibly, with his fighting strength, a slap could knock the weak boy unconscious.

So... why did Zai Zai react so strongly

Wen Xin looked at the black cat suspiciously, then at the boy who pretended to be naive and ignorant but obviously harbored malicious intentions. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the old-fashioned thermometer in the boy's hand. Undescribable picture:

Back then, when taking the temperature of my big orange, the doctor seemed to be able to measure... rectal temperature!

Fuck—

No wonder Zai Zai reacted so strongly!

But wait, isn't he very weak, why does he look completely fine now.

Could it be that…

**

Spacious and bright villa living room.

The black cat and the boy faced each other through Wen Xin's eyes.

The mysterious golden cat pupils are half-closed, revealing a dangerous light from time to time; on the other side, the eyes of the young deer, who knows nothing about the world, are as clear as water, innocent and innocent.

Lin An said with his mouth: "I'm sorry, black cat father, this time, I won't admit defeat."

The black cat looked at the thermometer in his hand, almost out of breath.

This invisible war may date back to the day when the third child fully recovered.

At first, the black cat didn't care about it, although he was very dissatisfied with the successive recovery of the leopard cat and the puppet cat, but since this matter has no rules to follow, it is useless for him to worry.

In addition to practicing beside Wen Xin in recent days, his human form lasted longer and longer, reaching as much as eight hours. He can completely pursue Wen Xin while handling company affairs. .

He even has every reason to believe that as long as he perseveres in cultivation according to the method, he can also return to normal in the near future.

However, he ignored Lin An's persistence in this matter.

In other words, maybe from the beginning to the end, Lin An carried out investigations and inferences with the same belief. a method-

A more direct and effective way: compete for Wenxin.

That night, he asked Lin An, why did he come back from the United States

Lin An only answered two words:

Solve problems.

Whether it is a mathematical problem written in black and white, or an unimaginable phenomenon that occurs in life, for Lin An, he regards it as a problem.

If it is a question, there will be an answer, and Lin An's pride from childhood does not allow him to find the answer.

Just looking at the topic, it is obvious that Wen Xin's question has already surpassed Lin An's original knowledge system; therefore, in order to understand and solve the problem, Lin An can even be desperate.

**

After apologizing, Lin An staggered the black cat's menacing sight and handed the thermometer to Wen Xin.

Wen Xin understood at this time that the black cat in front of her was just pretending to be weak, so she shook the thermometer, and the actress' talent was immediately revealed, with innocent and pure eyes: "Zai Zai, I'm so worried about you, otherwise, we How about a test?"

-you dare.

The black cat stood up straight, staring at Wen Xin with piercing eyes.

Wen Xin... well, Wen Xin really dare not!

You can make jokes, but you can't overdo it. What if Zai Zai becomes angry and refuses to become a cat? Then she can find someone to cry to.

Wen Xin burst out laughing.

Put the thermometer on the coffee table, and hug the black cat like a child.

"Okay, good boy, Ma Ma, this is for your health, but if Zai Zai is not sick, then of course there is no need."

The stiff body of the black cat in his arms finally eased gradually, and the beautiful big tail couldn't help but flicked.

Regardless of the process, the result is acceptable.

The black cat thought, it seems that he should give Tang Rui a bonus again.

At this time, Lin An, who had always been obedient, said, "Sister, I have a math problem I want to ask you for."

Wen Xin: "?"

Are you sure you want to ask me a math problem

Don't think that I don't know that you are a math genius, the kind of setting that beats university professors since childhood!

Wen Xin felt that Xiaoju must have come up with some bad idea again.

But on second thought, it was just a question, what idea could he have? What's more, Wen Xin himself is also a scumbag in mathematics, and the mathematics level of the original owner is estimated to be not much different.

The original owner won't do it, and she probably won't be able to do it either.

Thinking of this, Wen Xin became vigilant, and at the same time asked Lin An to bring the topic over to have a look.

Lin An cheered, and quickly returned to the room to get a pen and paper.

The content of the topic has been written by Lin An. Wen Xin took a look and found that it was the four arithmetic operations of Tao Primary School. Is it too simple

Even she can do it.

But why did Lin An ask her such a simple math question

Wen Xin was a little hesitant when she wrote, but she still couldn't reveal the secret that she knew Lin An's identity, so she just asked: "Little brother, you should already be in junior high school, right?"

A normal junior high school student can't even do the four arithmetic operations.

Lin An innocently blinked: "I seem to have forgotten everything..."

"Oh my God!" Wen Xin also confronted him innocently, pretending to be stupid: "This is a big problem! Otherwise, my sister will send you to the hospital for a check-up?"

Lin An: "..."

The black cat watching the show: Well done!

Wen Xin continued to think brokenly: "Actually, my sister wanted to say it yesterday. It's a pity that you are a child living on the street. If you really have a conflict with your family and run away from home, my sister will help you to talk to your family." OK."

Lin An shook his head: "I don't have a home."

Wen Xin was stunned for a moment: "Why not, Boss Qi..."

"Really not." Lin An looked at Wen Xin rationally and confidently, "Why don't you be my mother, sister, and let's go to the police station to register."

Wen Xin: "..."

Can't be offended, can't be offended, can Xi be a mother

Lin An picked up the pen and paper, and said: "I also feel that my head is not in the right state recently, or sister, let's go to the hospital to have a look."

"Huh?" Wen Xin didn't expect that Lin An actually agreed.

She just had an intuition that the question was wrong, and she just wanted to find an excuse not to do it.

**

What Wen Xin didn't know was that her intuition was indeed right.

The question given by Lin An is not easy.

It looks like four arithmetic operations, but in fact, this is a problem that Wen Xin did live on a TV variety show when she debuted three years ago.

Wen Xin was not this Wen Xin at the time, but the same thing is that both of them had a strong competitive spirit.

The original owner is the fastest person to solve this problem in variety shows.

And the lens of the TV gave her a very long close-up of the question.

Others may ignore this detail, but Lin An, who is a mathematical genius, knows that the same person must have some commonalities in the thinking and logic shown when doing the questions.

Not to mention, this topic also gives a more direct evidence: handwriting.