The silence lasted exactly half a second.
Then—
The livestream chat detonated.
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!][OVERMARKED! ER'GOU SUPREMACY!!][Dimensionality reduction strike! Literally!!]["My empire, not an inch surrendered!" — Eye interpretation][Zhou Zixuan's face turned GREEN 😂][Elegant. Too elegant. That composure. That bladder capacity!!]
Even the director froze, mouth half-open, unsure whether to cut or crown this moment as reality TV history.
Zhou Zixuan's fingers trembled.
"You—your dog! It—"
Lin Wan nearly burst out laughing but rushed forward with exaggerated apology.
"Ahh, sorry Teacher Zhou! Er'gou's usually not like this. Maybe Prince's… artistic marking inspired him? He couldn't resist a friendly sparring match?"
She stressed "sparring" and "little brother."
Hard.
Zhou Zixuan shot her a venomous glare. Cameras were rolling. Reputation mattered. He swallowed the rage and yanked Prince back.
"Why bother with a mutt?" he muttered coldly.
Silas Moore—currently wearing husky form—heard it.
Of course he did.
His ears twitched.
But instead of reacting, Er'gou simply turned away, presenting Zhou Zixuan with the most devastating weapon of all—
The back of his head.
Tail lazily sweeping once.
Maximum disdain.
The director wiped sweat from his brow.
"O-okay! Pets are very… lively today haha! Next segment! Pet Intelligence Challenge! First game—'Follow the Command, Find the Treat!'"
Colored boxes. Hidden snacks. Owners give instructions. Pets obey.
Child's play.
An insult, really.
This was Er'gou—the creature who could track encrypted scent codes across abandoned warehouses. Colors?
Please.
Lin Wan, however, was sweating bullets.
She crouched dramatically.
"Er'gou! Red! Find the red box!"
Er'gou walked.
Slow.
Deliberate.
No sniffing. No hesitation.
One paw lifted—
Smack.
Red box opened flawlessly. Chicken jerky revealed.
He stared at it.
Didn't eat.
Instead, he hooked the jerky with surgical precision, dragged it out—
—and carried it across the stage.
Straight to a plastic prop bin labeled:
"Waste Sorting – Recyclable."
Plop.
Dropped inside.
Er'gou lifted his head.
Looked at the director.
Then the camera.
Blue eyes radiating silent judgment:
This synthetic meat belongs in the trash.
Entire set: "..."
Livestream:
[???][Did Er'gou just protest snack quality??][Food safety awareness king 😂][Didn't Zhou Zixuan just praise that treat??]
Zhou Zixuan let out a sharp laugh.
"Heh. A dog being picky? Sounds like a pig that can't stomach fine grain."
Er'gou turned.
Walked calmly to Zhou Zixuan.
Stopped beside his gleaming limited-edition sneakers.
Lowered his head.
Sniffed.
Left shoe.
Right shoe.
Slowly.
Thoroughly.
Like a forensic investigator analyzing chemical warfare.
Zhou Zixuan stiffened.
"Hey. What's your dog doing?"
Er'gou lifted his head.
Paused.
Then—
"AH-CHOOOOOO!!!"
An earth-shattering husky sneeze exploded outward.
Droplets everywhere.
Pant leg soaked.
Sneaker baptized.
Gasps. Silence. A strangled choke from someone off-camera.
Er'gou shook his head with visible disgust, licked his nose, and gave Zhou Zixuan a look that clearly translated to:
Your shoes smell like a toxic blend of cheap cologne and industrial adhesive.
Then he walked back to Lin Wan.
As if nothing had happened.
Zhou Zixuan stood frozen.
Pant leg damp.
Face cycling through shades of humiliation: green → red → black.
Somewhere—
A staff member failed to suppress a laugh.
Then another.
Soon the entire studio vibrated with muffled snickers.
Livestream chat achieved oxygen deprivation.
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!][SNEEZE ATTACK!! MAGIC DAMAGE!!][Er'gou: Your taste assaulted my nose][SCREENSHOT THAT FACE 😂😂😂]
The director, face red from restrained laughter, jumped in.
"Hahaha… Er'gou must have a sensitive nose! Teacher Zhou please don't mind, pets are unpredictable… NEXT GAME!"
Zhou Zixuan's glare could have killed.
Er'gou replied with chilling indifference.
Lin Wan looked up at the ceiling lights, suddenly fascinated by studio equipment.
The rest of the shoot became Zhou Zixuan's personal revenge arc.
He tried everything.
Pet Mimic Show?Prince bowed and twirled elegantly.
Er'gou glanced once—
Then collapsed dramatically onto the floor.
Dead still.
Lin Wan called. No response.
Crew panicked.
Er'gou began fake snoring.
Performance art.
Existential deconstruction.
Livestream:
[HE'S MOCKING THE SEGMENT 😂]
Pet Fashion Styling?Prince emerged glittering in a rhinestone punk jacket.
Zhou Zixuan beamed smugly.
Lin Wan held up a pink bunny-ear onesie for Er'gou.
Er'gou's eyes slowly narrowed.
A look that screamed:
Dress me in that and I will die right here.
Instead—
He strode to the prop pile himself.
Selected a black cloth splashed with abstract ink patterns.
Draped it across his back.
Walked to center stage.
Turned sideways.
Lifted chin.
Blue eyes cold and sovereign.
Suddenly—
Not a husky.
A high-fashion avant-garde supermodel.
Livestream chat collapsed again.
[ER'GOU = BORN RUNWAY GOD][Why is he actually COOL??][Prince looks like a Christmas tree next to him 😂]
Zhou Zixuan's face darkened like a thunderstorm over a sinking ship.
And Er'gou?
Didn't even blink.