After the chubby student left, the way everyone looked at the lined-up magical beasts changed in an instant...
"That's it?..."
"Is it really that simple? I'm not bragging, but I, Nicholas Zhao Si, could tame ten magical beasts of this caliber!"
"Only ten, and you dare show your face? I, Zhao Ritian, could handle at least thirty!"
"Hey, I'm done pretending. I'll come clean: I'm actually a master beast tamer. Just watch, everyone. This is where I, Ye Bufan, shine!"
With that, Ye Bufan—a man with the face of an ordinary passerby—strode grandly toward the eleventh tiger-shaped magical beast from the left, putting on what he thought was a dashing (six-relatives) and extraordinary (unrecognizing) gait...
"Roar, roar!!" (A high-quality knockoff tiger roar, Pinduoduo edition.)
The three-meter-tall, snow-white big tiger before Ye Bufan looked down at the bipedal ape with an expression of utter idiocy.
Ye Bufan called out to the white tiger, but it didn't react. It only gave him a look of pity. He fell into deep thought...
Finally, five seconds later, a full five-watt lightbulb lit up over Ye Bufan's head! It even came with sound effects!
Ye Bufan: "Oh!... Right! This white tiger must not be a local species! No wonder it can't understand my beast-tongue calls. But that won't stop me. How could a beast-taming master at the Emperor level know only the local beast tongue? Let me try another one..."
Under the gaze of more than twenty people, Ye Bufan changed his calls over fifty times. He had imitated every magical beast's cry he'd ever learned, from "meow, meow, meow" to "woof, woof, woof!" But the big tiger still didn't react at all.
Sometimes, he really wondered if the white tiger was deaf. Otherwise, why wouldn't it give him even the slightest response, no matter