This damn cat

"We cannot understand why such employment discrimination still exists in the current highly developed civilized society."

"The purpose of this demonstration is to get the parliament to effectively implement anti-discrimination related employment laws. Don't just call for it, talking about it won't help much!"

Xie Lang leaned on the sofa, staring at the marchers who were being interviewed on TV with a blank expression.

"It's true that I'm a fox, but I'm not like those cunning and vicious foxes in film and television novels." A girl in her early twenties said to the camera: "Actually, I wish I could be more cunning, but I I was born a serious person, after graduating from accounting, all the employers rejected me because of my fox blood..."

Immediately afterwards, the citizens took turns to express their opinions to the camera——

"I'm an alligator, but I'm not cruel. I've dreamed of being a kindergarten teacher since I was a child."

"When a hamster seriously says that he wants to be a policeman and protect the people, I hope you don't laugh so exaggeratedly in front of him."

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"If you tell a joke yourself, why don't others laugh?" Xie Lang raised the remote control in disdain, and switched channels.

This group of anti-discrimination people is really a pain in the ass, Xie Lang thought.

What's wrong with doing a job that suits you and finding a position that suits you in society?

When a hamster is a policeman, do you have to ask the gangster to help pull the bolt before shooting?

"Huh..." Xie Lang was amused by the picture in his imagination.

Natural selection, Xie Lang is a loyal believer in this law.

He never believed in nonsense such as "species indifference theory".

If there is really no difference, why did Ant-Man become extinct?

Thousands of years ago, during the seventh ice age, the earth was suddenly attacked by unknown radiation from the universe, so that many human beings suffered from terrible radiation sickness and were on the verge of extinction.

At the time of life and death, many scientists have found that many animals can resist the damage of this radiation.

Thus, with the joint efforts of the world's top biologists, gene fusion technology was born.

This human-changing technology allowed humans to evolve into creatures with dual forms.

The choice of animal form is random. The doctor will inject multiple biological genes into the evolutionary. Which one can be fused in the end is the choice of the body, not the will of the person.

Evolved humans originally had abundant double-gene varieties, but after thousands of years of development, some relatively weak genes, such as insect-like humans such as ants, gradually became extinct.

Xie Lang felt that this was the best example of survival of the fittest.

This world will eventually belong to predators like them, as well as herbivorous people who are content and willing to be exploited.

Although Xie Lang was a serval, he felt that he belonged to the large predatory cat family, which was fundamentally different from the species that licked dried fish all day long.

So, don't ask him excitedly when you see him, "Where's the claw?" "Where's the little pad?".

Go to Google and search for "serval" family, look at their size, and see their fighting power.

Rounding up is approximately equal to a cheetah!

Anyway, Shelan thought so.

He is a typical predator, a cold-blooded killer.

If he was in a primitive society, Xie Lang believed that the corpses of prey under his sharp claws would have piled up into mountains.

It is the law that limits him.

"I am born different from others. There may be atavism in my body. I am eager to kill. I am cold-blooded by nature. I am a bad guy in my bones."

This is Xie Lang's self-confession when chatting with a psychiatrist last year.

"The symptoms of puberty are more intense. These drugs have no side effects and can help relieve the mood swings caused by excessive hormone secretion."

This is the psychiatrist's answer to Xie Lang's mother.

"Is it just puberty? He doesn't have a mental illness, right?" Mom confirmed to the doctor anxiously.

"If you have to define a disease, let's call him the second disease." The doctor gave the diagnosis result.

Xie Lan was very disdainful of this diagnosis.

After all, one cannot expect a herbivorous doctor to understand the feelings of a top predator like him.

"Sooner or later, I will prove what kind of person I am and make the world fear me." Xie Lang has always had such a firm idea in his heart.

"I want to watch Peppa Pig!" Duoduo suddenly ran from the small living room to the sofa, grabbed the remote control from Xie Lang's hand, and switched the channel to Children's TV.

Dodo is the son of Xie Lang's mother and stepfather. He is five years old this year, and is also Xie Lang's half brother.

Xie Lang stared sideways at Duoduo, and whispered, "Can't you watch it in your father's room?"

"I don't!" Duoduo stared at the TV and kicked his legs stubbornly.

That feeling came again, Xie Lang clenched his fists, feeling the urge to hunt in his chest.

Killing the young child must have pleased him.

Of course he didn't do that. After all, he had to consider his mother's mood and his stepfather's fist. A cold-blooded killer should know how to analyze the actual situation.

So Xie Lang took out his broken mobile phone that he had used for five years, and waited for the game to start in the freeze.

He has an amazing talent for competitive games, which is also a manifestation of the top predator's control and reaction speed.

After playing a round, a girl applied to become a friend, and Meng Meng begged him to take her to play another round.

Cold-blooded killers are generally lone rangers, and things like bringing girls always feel a little uncool.

But it is undeniable that this gave Xie Lang a rare sense of accomplishment.

After all, every time the girls in the class saw him, they just wanted to pinch his buttocks and disappoint the fun.

"You handle 6 well!" The support position played by the girl followed him all the time, and kept praising him in the team channel: "My eyes are dazzled by watching the position!"

"I was touched by his second skill just now." Xie Lang pretended to be forceful: "The internet speed is too slow."

In fact, the mobile phone is too slow, but saying so will reveal the secret that he is poor and can only rely on the speed of the Internet.

"The Internet speed card is so good!!" The girl was very envious: "Are you a Siberian tiger? The reaction speed exceeds 6!"

Xie Lang: "No, but it's close."

Girl: "cougar?"

Sheron: "No."

Girl: "Cheetah?"

Xie Lang hinted vaguely: "You have a good eye."

The girl was very envious: "No wonder you are so good..."

Xie Lang gained [-] pretense points, suppressed his excitement and continued to play cool: "I'm going to catch the top road, and the jungler on the other side is also there. Don't follow, it's dangerous."

The girl was about to be teased out, and cheered for Xie Lang.

However, at this pretentious lore moment, the brat who was sitting next to Xie Lang watching "Peppa Pig" suddenly made a big move.

"What are you playing?" Duoduo stood on the sofa, grabbed Xie Lang's wrist, and wanted to look at the phone screen.

"Don't move." Xie Lang frowned impatiently.

"I want to see!" Duoduo's voice was thin and thin, as if it could penetrate the eardrum when he screamed, the nails of his two small hands pinched Xie Lang's wrist hard.

"Watch your TV."

"I want to see your phone! Give it to me! I want to play too!" Duoduo pinched his arm and kicked his leg vigorously.

"Don't bother!" Xie Lang's operation was affected, he made mistakes again and again, and when there was still a trace of blood left, he simply moved and ran away.

The enemy jungler was still chasing him, and Duoduo kept pulling his arm, making him sweat profusely.

"Don't bother you!" Xie Lang pulled his arm violently, and he couldn't stand still, and fell off the sofa.

There was a muffled "Gudong", followed by a heart-piercing cry.

There is a soft carpet under the sofa, just a few tens of centimeters high, the brat fell on his feet, nothing happened, but cried like a pig.

The stepfather rushed over from the bedroom immediately, hugged Duoduo and coaxed him: "What's the matter, baby!"

"Brother...brother hit me!" Duoduo cried out out of breath.

"Be good and don't cry. Daddy beat him, okay? Don't cry a lot."

Knowing that something was wrong, Xie Lang closed the game, stood up expressionlessly, and walked towards his small bedroom.

"Sit still." The stepfather's gloomy voice sounded from behind.

Xie Lang didn't seem to hear, and continued to walk towards the room.

"Deaf? Xie Lang! If you dare to move again, let's see if I don't break your mouth today!"

Xie Lang remained indifferent, walked slowly back to the room, and closed the door.

It's not that he thinks he can beat his stepfather, it's just that's who he is.

I don't know how to explain it, of course he doesn't want to be beaten, but with the dignity of a top predator at stake, he won't give in to the threat of hurting his self-esteem.

He didn't know this kind of silent confrontation before, and he would directly lose his temper if he had any dissatisfaction.

Later, when he was in the second grade of elementary school, his father with advanced bone cancer passed away in the hospital bed, and Xie Lang's life changed.

I can't seem to remember my life before that.

He was once the only child, the little baby of his parents.

In the past, during Children's Day, Dad would carry him on his shoulders and buy him toy guns and robot models.

Xie Lang's dream at the time seemed to be "becoming a Spider-Man when he grows up, hoeing the strong and helping the weak."

He seems to have had a helpful time. On his seventh birthday, he gave his favorite pizza to a homeless grandmother in front of a western restaurant.

There should be no poor people in the world, and everyone should be happy.

Things got messed up later, my mother married her stepfather, and the colorful memories suddenly turned into gloomy black and white.

The frequent beatings made Xie Lang forget his childhood life.

Perhaps it is intentional forgetting, an instinct of self-preservation, because people who have been happy are far more miserable than those who have been suffering.

Memories and nostalgia for the past can make people overwhelmed.

Xie Lang threw off his slippers and climbed onto the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and looked down at his phone, but he couldn't see anything.

He was listening for footsteps outside the door.

Soon after, Duoduo's crying stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the stepfather's angry and eager footsteps approached, and the door was pushed open with a "bang".

"Come on, get off, don't wait for me to do it!" Stepfather yelled at him with a red face as if he was having a rabies attack.

Xie Lang still silently looked down at the phone, but secretly reached under the pillow with his right hand, and touched the dagger.

This is a sharpened dagger, a souvenir his father bought for him when he was six years old when he went to the museum to play.