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

"When facing an assessment, one must break free from habitual thinking, be bold yet meticulous, and maintain a calm mindset in order to seize fleeting opportunities..."

Zeng Guian lay on the grass, deep in thought, muttering to himself as he stared at his notebook.

However, after only a few lines of writing on the paper, he slammed the pen down on the grass in frustration.

"Wait, what on earth is Qin Ming doing with my horse?!"

He was disturbed by the huge and chaotic emotional fluctuations that came from the contract, belonging to the Wowa Steed.

The author wrote "calm mindset," but the actual writing revealed a troubled and agitated state of mind.

The perceptions conveyed by the contract are usually vague but real, but Zeng Gui'an's mind was completely blank at the moment. The more he cared, the more bizarre and outlandish his thoughts became, and all sorts of outrageous conjectures popped up.

He took several deep breaths, trying to suppress his distracting thoughts, but suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from afar, accompanied by the rustling sound of grass being violently stirred.

Where did this godforsaken, remote place come from...?

Qin Ming?!

Zeng Guian blinked hard a few times in disbelief, then looked again—yes, it was Qin Ming!

Not far behind him, amidst billowing dust, stood the steed he had longed for!

But what exactly is going on with these two?

His face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and he looked like he was running for his life, desperately trying to escape... Could it be that some terrifying wild boss had appeared behind him and he was being chased?!

It's no wonder Zeng Gui'an immediately made this connection. He had just been analyzing on paper how to deal with a wild boss in actual combat, and now it was like a "dream come true," scaring him half to death.

"Don't come any closer!" Zeng Guian cried out in terror, his voice trembling.

At this moment, Qin Ming had exhausted his strength due to his inexplicably ignited competitive spirit. His lungs were burning, and he had no energy left to explain to the panicked Zeng Guian.

He was terrified that if he opened his mouth, the breath he was holding would dissipate. His eyes were fixed on the approaching, agile figure of a horse beside him, and he gritted his teeth, maintaining his direction as he charged straight towards Zeng Guian's position!

Seeing that Qin Ming not only did not turn around but instead came straight for him, Zeng Guian gritted his teeth, torn between his own conscience and his own will.

In the end, brotherhood prevailed. He did not choose to back down or hide, but his trembling fingers quickly unlocked the phone screen and accurately tapped the emergency call screen. His thumb hovered above the dial button, about to press it.

Just as a man and a horse whizzed past him, Qin Ming asked excitedly, "Did you see that? Who's faster, me or the Wowa Steed!"

Zeng Guian: "...?"

He stood frozen in place, his brain seemingly shut down, completely unable to process the absurd situation before him and the questions Qin Ming had raised.

The two rushed past the spot where he was standing almost side by side. Who could tell whether Qin Ming's chest crossed the line first or Wowa's head?

The steed from Wowa, standing nearby, also stopped, puffing out thick white smoke, its large eyes staring expectantly at Zeng Gui'an, awaiting a "fair judgment."

Zeng Guian: "???"

"Didn't you just take out your phone to record a video? I saw it!" Qin Ming bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily, and didn't forget to remind him.

Mentioning this only fueled Zeng Gui'an's anger. He slammed his phone screen shut and glared at Qin Ming through gritted teeth. He crossed his arms and paced back and forth anxiously, his chest heaving.

He finally realized what "good deed" Qin Ming had just done! But now that he understood the truth, he was even less willing to talk about it—Qin Ming, wasn't he always at the bottom of the physical fitness tests? When did he become so fast?!

Is your physical fitness improving by such a rapid pace? You're not even going to act anymore, are you?! Comparison is the thief of joy!

Zeng Guian snapped irritably, "Had enough fun? If you have, hurry up and come over here. Help me come up with some ideas for this lousy review, give me something useful! I can't write another word!"

He paced restlessly for quite a while, long enough for Qin Ming to recover. He straightened up and asked in confusion, "You... haven't finished writing yet?"

Even though I had vaguely suspected several times before that I might have been fooled by Qin Ming, I never felt as clearly as I did now that I had really been "played".

Anger suddenly surged in Zeng Gui'an's eyes, and he was about to speak out in a fit of rage.

Qin Ming understood and immediately made a "stop" gesture, then raised his chin, indicating that he should look at the Wowa Zhijun next to him.

"Don't rush, take a close look first. How is your Wowa steed different from before?"

Zeng Guian suppressed his impending rage and carefully examined his spirit beast companion as instructed.

Although the Wowa horse's mane was covered in dust and grass clippings, and it looked a bit disheveled from running and sweating, its eyes were bright and its spirit was not bad at all; on the contrary, it seemed to be even more abundant and refined.

Could it be that……

"You guessed right." Qin Ming nodded affirmatively, a relaxed smile on his face indicating "mission accomplished."

Zeng Guian's anger and rage dissipated almost instantly, like a balloon punctured by a needle.

But then, a complex and subtle sorrow slowly welled up in my heart.

The man and his horse went out and had a blast for an afternoon, and they leveled up.

He worked so hard and exhausted himself, yet he couldn't even finish a review.

The contrast was so stark that even Zeng Gui'an, who was usually a carefree and optimistic person, felt a pang of sadness at this moment.

This explains why Wowa's mood fluctuated so much earlier, because his emotions are now even more volatile.

"You guys..." Zeng Guian waved his hand weakly, his voice filled with exhaustion and weariness, "Let me be alone for a while..."

Before he could shut himself off from this unfair world for a short time, he reached out and interrupted Qin Ming's invitation to compete with Wowa Zhijun for the next time.

He simply couldn't bear to watch this heartwarming yet stirring scene and had to interrupt it!

"It's alright, we've already made plans," Qin Ming explained considerately.

Zeng Guian: "..."

His fist hardened again.

Seeing that his friend's expression was really bad, Qin Ming glanced at his personal terminal and suggested, "Alright, stop thinking about that. It's lunchtime, let's go eat."

If you have any questions, talking about them over delicious food always makes the atmosphere more relaxed.

"Sigh, look how much homework this kid is being pushed to his limits." Qin Ming shook his head silently, finding it hard to empathize.

Zeng Guian took a deep breath and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Go—!"

"Let me see," Qin Ming said, looking down at the menu. "Little Fatty's Picks - Fifth Meal, Second Floor, Third Window - Squirrel Mandarin Fish Rice".

Looking up, Qin Ming smiled sincerely, "Let's go, this meal is on me, don't hesitate."

Zeng Guian: ...