Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Haha, thank you all for your help! I never thought my tribe could win so many games..."

"Come on, everyone, enjoy your meal. These are the goodies we won these past few days!"

The night was as dark as ink, thickly spread over the camp. The dim lights swayed gently in the night breeze, as if telling of the day's fatigue.

“It tastes really good…”

"Haipiao, please bring me some water..."

"Ugh……"

On one side of the camp, the Xingluo class sat around a long table filled with steaming hot food, but Baitang was feeling depressed. He looked at the food in front of him without any appetite at all.

"Humph……"

He slammed the chopsticks in his hand in annoyance, and with a "pop" sound, he attracted the attention of Bian Ri beside him.

"Little Hero Bai, what's wrong with you?"

The other cats also looked over.

Bai Tang turned around, his brows twisted into a knot, and complained to Bian Ri:

"How long will this competition last? One match after another, it feels like there's no end in sight. When will it ever end?"

"Um, well—"

Bian Ri put down the wine glass in his hand, his expression solemn, raised his hand and rubbed his temple, as if thinking about how to word.

He cleared his throat, picked up the glass and took another gulp. The alcohol made his words slurred.

"Well, this competition is just like the sandstorm we encountered in the desert before. Think about it, that sandstorm covered the sky and the sun, and there was no end in sight, but didn't we survive it? What did we rely on? Endurance and teamwork."

He paused, looking into the distance, as if lost in memories:

"Take Bu Zong's guardian, Sha Wuhen, for example. During the years he guarded the treasure, no matter what hardships and obstacles he encountered, he never slacked off. Day after day, year after year, he relied on his inner perseverance and reverence for duty."

Bian Ri took another big sip of wine, his voice a little heavy:

"When our Xingluo squad was in the desert, we were short of water and food, and the environment was harsh. If it weren't for everyone supporting and looking after each other, we would have collapsed long ago. This match may look difficult, but the same principle applies. As long as we unite as one, there's nothing we can't overcome."

"Um..."

Wu Song was eating with big mouthfuls of food, his cheeks bulging with it, and he mumbled:

"That's right, Maruko, you can't be scared like this. Where did that passion go when you were cheering yourself up earlier? We have to be more courageous and can't be defeated by such a small difficulty!"

"Ha ha……"

Bai Tang sighed with a wry smile, rubbed his sore shoulder from falling on the balance beam today, and said helplessly:

"I don't want to either, but each one is getting more and more difficult. I fell on the balance beam today and it felt like my whole body was falling apart. I can't imagine what more terrifying challenges will come next."

Mo Zi sat aside, eating quietly. When he heard this, he just raised his eyes slightly, glanced at them indifferently, then lowered his head and continued to eat quietly without making any sound.

"Don't be discouraged!"

Xiaoqing quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, moved closer to Baitang, reached out and patted his shoulder, her tone light and full of strength:

"Bai Tang, my sister has come to help us personally, so we can't fall behind. I believe that as long as we unite together, no difficulties can stop us. No matter what we encounter, we are a whole and will face it together!"

……

On the other side of the camp, the kittens of the You and Zi tribes sat around another table.

"Humph, they're having quite a lively time!"

Their table was also filled with food, but the atmosphere was depressing and dull.

The You Clan kitten shoveled food into its mouth while looking coldly towards the Xingluo Squad and snorted:

"Humph, look at how proud they are now. It's only temporary. This is just the beginning."

The kittens of the sub-tribe also echoed with a hint of disdain on their faces:

"That's right, there are more difficult games waiting for them later. They will have a hard time, and we'll just wait and watch them make a fool of themselves."

Bai Tang inadvertently raised his eyes and saw a hostile opponent not far away. He turned around and looked at his companions who were full of fighting spirit, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and said loudly:

"Okay, with you guys here, I can't be discouraged anymore. No matter how difficult tomorrow's game is, let's go for it together!"

……

The next day, just as the sky was turning pale, the soft light had not yet completely dispelled the chill of the night, but the stadium was already filled with participating cats and spectators who came to watch the game.

"Um--"

Bai Tang came to the competition venue staggeringly with two heavy dark circles under his eyes and a sleepy look on his face.

"Hahu~"

He yawned casually, his mouth wide open, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and then he rubbed his sleepy eyes hard with his hands.

"Bai Tang, did you not sleep well last night?"

Xiaoqing walked over with concern, looking at Baitang's tired appearance, her eyes full of worry.

"Ha ha……"

Bai Tang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"When I thought about having another game today, I started to panic and tossed and turned for a long time before I fell asleep."

At this time, Wu Song also came over and patted Bai Tang's shoulder.

"Don't overthink it. Everything will work out in the end. We've been through so many things, why should we be afraid of this one?"

"I think……"

Just as Bai Tang was about to respond, Gongping's familiar yet cold voice suddenly rang out from above the arena:

"Attention, competitors! Today's competition is—Traveling Through an Endless Sandstorm. In this virtual desert, you'll not only face a sandstorm that obscures the sky, but also numerous hidden traps and traps. This will test not only your individual abilities, but also your teamwork and trust."

"Come back!"

Bai Tang's heart suddenly sank and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Another sandstorm. I don't want to repeat what I experienced last time in the desert."

He muttered softly, his hands unconsciously clenching the corners of his clothes.

"Through the sandstorm..."

Mo Zi still looked calm. She raised her head slightly and looked towards the virtual desert that was about to become the competition venue, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

“No matter what kind of difficulties I encounter, they can’t stop me from moving forward.”

She spoke softly, and although her voice was soft, it seemed to carry a reassuring power.