Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Qin Ming watched as Zeng Fu'an became completely absorbed in "Perfect Spirit Beast Fantasy," a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. With a slight thought, he tacitly approved of the guy's restless desires.

Some people harassed Little Fatty, asking all sorts of questions and touching his shell without offering him any food. They just turned around and tried to leave. But there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Little Fatty isn't exactly a magnanimous guy; he holds grudges.

Little Fatty received the signal of tacit approval from his boss, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

He crawled over casually, "just happened" to pass by Zeng Fu'an who was talking enthusiastically, and "without any deliberation" raised his suddenly clumsy front paws and stomped down precisely and firmly on Zeng Fu'an's left foot!

"Awooo—!"

Zeng Fu'an was having a sweet dream when he suddenly felt an undeniable force on the back of his left foot! It was cold, damp, and had the rough texture characteristic of a cold-blooded animal.

The sudden touch and pain brought Zeng Fu'an back to reality from his dream. The shock was far greater than the pain. He couldn't help but let out a strange cry and reflexively hugged his innocent, injured left foot. He hopped on one leg like a startled grasshopper, looking both pathetic and comical.

"Hiss—what the hell?!" He grimaced and looked down, only to meet the chubby boy's slowly raised eyes, which were full of "innocent and harmless" expressions.

"Little Fatty! Watch where you're going! Your weight is really... way too much, you know that?!" He clutched his foot, wincing in pain, and felt his instep was definitely bruised.

Little Fatty blinked, seemingly thinking about something, adjusted its direction, and continued to move forward. But by sheer coincidence, its hind paw landed precisely on Zeng Fu'an's right foot, which had been hopping around!

"Ouch—!" Zeng Fu'an was truly heartbroken this time. He alternated between his main jumping leg and couldn't tell which leg hurt more. His expression was contorted like a bitter gourd.

"Damn it! Qin Ming! Are you doing this on purpose?!" He belatedly realized what was happening and looked at the chubby boy's back with resentment.

However, the chubby boy continued to look back with his innocent and harmless eyes, even tilting his head and letting out a soft, sweet "Hmm?"

Under such "sincere" scrutiny, Zeng Fu'an was the first to give in. He scratched his head, doubting himself: "Could it be... that I was standing in the wrong place? Did I accidentally block the tortoise's path?"

"Pfft—"

A distinct chuckle came from beside him.

Zeng Fu'an turned his head sharply and saw Qin Ming looking up at the sky, his shoulders trembling suspiciously. Shen Yanqing, who was usually aloof, also had his fist pressed to his lips, but his smiling eyes betrayed everything.

And there was no one else here except for them! Zeng Fu'an instantly realized!

"Qin Ming! Shen Yanqing! You two are ganging up on me! And this wicked turtle too!" He pointed at the two men and the turtle with grief and indignation, lamenting how easily the ship of friendship could capsize.

Qin Ming finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, patting Zeng Fu'an on the shoulder as he laughed: "Alright, alright, I was just kidding. Who told you to be thinking about such wonderful things? You were totally out of your mind. Little Fatty is just helping you come back to your senses."

Shen Yanqing's smile became even more pronounced. He shook his head, seemingly not taking sides, but his silent observation of Xiao Pang doing bad things without uttering a sound clearly showed his stance.

Little Fatty scurried away, shaking his head and letting out two satisfied hums, keeping his accomplishments hidden.

Zeng Fu'an looked at the master and his pet, who were in cahoots, feeling both angry and amused. He limped after them, muttering, "Bad choice of friends, bad luck with a tortoise... Wait for me! Don't run away if you dare!"

"I'm not running away," Qin Ming said without turning his head, pointing towards the cafeteria not far away. "It's lunchtime, hurry up, or the braised pork will be gone."

These words were more effective than anything else; Zeng Fu'an immediately quickened his pace, though he refused to admit defeat: "Hmph! For the sake of the braised pork!"

The group got their food and sat around a table.

In the midst of laughter and banter, the minor friction from before vanished, and the ship of friendship set sail once more.

Zeng Fu'an's eyes darted around, and he turned the rice upside down, using his chopsticks to scoop out a few small rice balls, carefully arranging them into the shape of a turtle.

Looking at his masterpiece, he grinned mischievously, opened his mouth wide, and took a big bite.

Qin Ming rubbed his forehead, pretending not to see someone's childish behavior.

Shen Yanqing picked up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, seemingly studying the cooking temperature in the cafeteria, and remained silent in thought.

After a moment, Qin Ming swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "Summer camp is about to end. What are your plans next? Are you going to stay at Shanghai University to get used to the environment, or go home first?"

Shen Yanqing put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said calmly, "It's not long before the start of the semester. I plan to enter the campus of Shanghai University ahead of time and make use of its training facilities and resources to further improve myself."

Zeng Fu'an nodded repeatedly: "That's what I think too! This is a rare opportunity, we must seize the time to improve our skills!"

Qin Ming asked, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't you going back to check on things?"

Although time was tight, many people would try to go home in the last few days. Zeng Fu'an, unlike Qin Ming and Shen Yanqing, was not able to go out during the summer camp.

With the heavy workload at a top university and the inconvenient commute, Zeng Fu'an may not have time to return for the next year.

"I've let my parents know I'm safe, and they support my choice." Zeng Fu'an glanced at Qin Ming, paused, and then explained.

"Last time our hometown was hit by a disaster, we were unable to return due to limited resources, but that feeling of helplessness... I really don't want to experience it a second time."

"Therefore, I am determined to work hard and never again be able to watch helplessly in the next incident!"

"I see," Qin Ming said thoughtfully.

No wonder Zeng Fu'an was so eager for powerful spirit beasts when he returned this time, and he trained even harder than before.

But seeing his friend's dejected look, Qin Ming deliberately interrupted him in a relaxed tone and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! What unlucky things are you saying! What do you mean by 'next disaster'? Can't you hope for something better? Can't you just wish for good weather and peace in your hometown?"

Zeng Fu'an was taken aback by his interruption, then his eyes widened: "Hey! Are you deliberately trying to stir up trouble? Was my point that I wanted to suffer a disaster?"

"I'm just being cautious! Is it any of us who can say for sure that the Qinglan River might have another problem someday?"

A cryptic smile flashed in Qin Ming's eyes. He picked up the soup bowl, took a sip, and said casually, "Who knows, I might actually be able to say something."

"You're just bragging!"

Zeng Fu'an didn't believe it at all. "Haven't seen you for a few days, Qin Ming, what's wrong with you! Where did that low-key, reliable, and kind you go?"

Qin Ming shook his head, but smiled without saying a word.