Peninsula: My pet is my idol

After taking a shower, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Tang Xin walked out of the bathroom and found her cat sitting at the foot of the bed.

For some reason, just seeing the kitten's small back made Tang Xin feel that it seemed... angry?

When you approach the cat in front of you, it turns its body to the other side.

When you walk to its front again, it turns to the other side again.

Tang Xin stroked the kitten's round head and sighed, "Did I wipe your bottom too hard? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Mambo!"

"Okay, okay, from now on use wet wipes instead of alcohol swabs."

"Mambo!!"

"You should have cleaned it yourself, and now you're blaming me for not doing it?"

"Mambo!!!"

Jin Zhiyuan was stunned.

In my dream, this person was a complete lunatic! Arguing with a kitten!

"Little thing, you've got quite a temper!" Tang Xin grabbed it by the armpits and picked it up. "I haven't settled the score with you for going through my computer yet."

"Meow!"

"Are you bored at home? Hmm?" Tang Xin placed the cat on the computer desk, clicked on Netflix with the mouse, and said, "Some shows require a subscription. Just tell me which shows you want to watch now, and I'll subscribe so you can watch them later."

Jin Zhiyuan sat at the table, quite surprised by Tang Xin's generosity.

Is it a bit too outrageous to subscribe to TV series for your pet?

She thought Tang Xin would put the computer away, but she never expected...

Doesn't he find it strange that his cat watches TV dramas?

Hmm... never mind, maybe this is just a dream. It's normal for it to be a little bizarre.

So Jin Zhiyuan stood on the laptop, his little paws directing the mouse's movements, and got Tang Xin to subscribe to a whole bunch of TV series in one go.

Tang Xin's earnings from two days' work were gone in an instant.

"Let me make this clear first: if you dare to be so mean and bite my computer screen, I'll lock you up from now on, you hear me?"

Jin Zhiyuan: "Loyalty!"

"Meow~"

"Alright, you kittens are all nocturnal creatures, so you can continue watching if you want."

I'm too tired, I need to go to sleep.

Goodnight, little cat of the world!

mua~

Tang Xin placed the listless kitten on the table and went back to bed.

Kim Ji-won, his cat-like face still blank, remained motionless for a full five minutes.

Ahhhhhh! My first kiss! Ahhhhhh!

Wait, this is a dream, I'm a cat now...

That won't work either!

I'm not clean anymore... Waaaaaah...

……

In the morning, Jin Zhiyuan watched TV dramas for half the night and felt tired.

The kitten is still a baby and needs to rest after a few hours of activity.

Jin Zhiyuan jumped off the table and, after some twisting and turning, climbed to Tang Xin's pillow, deciding to sleep next to his face.

Winter is a very difficult season for kittens.

I was afraid of getting into bed and being crushed to death by Tang Xin's elbow, and besides, the bed was too hot and lacked oxygen.

I feel cold when I'm far away.

The pillow is in the perfect position.

When people sleep, they mainly dissipate heat through their heads. This amount of heat is just right for Jin Zhiyuan, who has long yellow hair.

Moreover, when Tang Xin turned over to sleep on her side, the warmth inside the blankets escaped through the gaps in the blankets.

This is the most comfortable place in terms of temperature.

Looking at Tang Xin's face, which was even bigger than his own body, Jin Zhiyuan no longer found it frightening.

She curled up in a ball, pressed her face against Tang Xin's, and slowly fell asleep.

……

I was woken up again, and it was another non-stop schedule.

Jin Zhiyuan sat up in the room, his face as red as a tomato.

"Cats are good, people are bad!"

A few hours later, in the backstage waiting room of SBS TV station, she was searching for something on her phone.

Still half-asleep, Ahn Yoo-jin sat down beside her and asked, "Hey Kim Ji-won, how come you're in such good shape these past few days? You don't even...?"

He yawned halfway through his sentence, "Ah...aren't you sleepy? Huh? What are you looking at?"

Kim Ji-won said in a serious tone, "Unnie, I've been having a recurring dream these past few days that I've turned into a cat and am temporarily staying at someone else's house."

"That's being kept at home like a pet, not temporarily staying at someone else's house!"

"That's not the point. The point is that I've been dreaming about the same scene for several days in a row, and different things are happening in the same scene." Jin Zhiyuan said, "I'm currently looking up dream interpretations to see what message God is trying to send me."

"So what did you find out?"

"It says here that people yearn for a stable environment and hope for a carefree and relaxed life."

"That's like saying nothing at all. Who doesn't want an easy life?" Ahn Yu-jin was speechless. "I'm not going to give you an easy life anymore. It's your turn to put on makeup. Hurry up and get started."

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Inside a private room at a Chinese restaurant near Seoul National University.

The master took the initiative to send Tang Xin away, saying that he and the Seoul University professor next to him still had something to say.

Tang Xin left alone.

After he left, the dinner party for three turned into a private chat.

Master's surname is He, and like Tang Xin, he is a thin man.

Although he is over fifty years old this year, strangers would only think that he is in his thirties or almost forty.

A large part of the reason comes from mindset.

Master He was dressed like a rapper, except for a big gold chain around his neck; he didn't have the demeanor of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor at all.

To put it nicely, it's having a childlike heart; to put it bluntly, it's disrespectful to elders.

"How about my apprentice?" Master He raised an eyebrow and said, "If you dare say anything bad about him, I'll stab you to death right now."

The professor colleague beside him was speechless. He opened his mouth, but ultimately decided not to comment, and instead asked:

"Didn't you say he wasn't very good at understanding or talent?"

"He just needs to practice hard after he learns. Anyway, I've really passed on all my skills to him. He's still young and needs time to accumulate practical experience. In fifteen years, he'll be about at my current level."

"Seriously, why did you take him on as your apprentice?" the professor asked.

"I, He Dan, am not a nationally renowned doctor, nor do I possess any acupuncture techniques passed down through generations. I studied medicine in my youth, and now that I'm over fifty, it's not unreasonable for me to suddenly decide to take on an apprentice."

What era are we living in? There's no longer any old-fashioned trope of a reclusive renowned doctor descending from the mountain.

Tang Xin was not some kind of medical saint who inherited his lineage, and his master He Dan was not some kind of medical giant.

He was really just a middle-aged Chinese medicine doctor in his fifties, plus an apprentice who had only studied medicine for a few years.

The professor chuckled, "I wasn't asking why you wanted to take on a student; I meant, why him?"

"Oh... this one." Master He thought for a moment, then sighed and said, "This child is dull-witted; he's a slow-witted apprentice."

Then he began to talk about Tang Xin's past.

"When I was working at the provincial hospital, one day I was getting into my car after get off work when I saw a kid, who looked like he was only ten years old, rush out from behind the wall of the underground parking garage..."