Chapter 55

After An Zimo returned to his room to rest, An Xiang continued drawing comics.

This kind of everyday comic strip doesn't need an outline, and the character designs are modeled after her and her son, so there's no risk of it falling apart later. Each comic strip consists of nine panels, and since An Xiang isn't very good at backgrounds, she focuses on describing the characters.

In the comic, the Tiger Son first appears as a tiny little bundle of fur, which the Cat Mom mistakes for a kitten and takes home.

An Xiang did not directly establish that the son was her biological child. Instead, she used the contrast between the ferocious beast and the cute beast to create humor and plot conflicts. The kinship between different species is also more touching.

It was past midnight when An finished drawing the picture, An Xiang to send it.

[Think Think Catfish: Raising a Beast #: New work, update time uncertain.]

An Xiang originally wanted to use "The Cat Mom’s Tiger Son" as the title, but the name seemed too serious, so she changed it to a more suitable one.

An Xiang her new work to go unnoticed for ten minutes. She went back to bed with her phone and started watching videos. As she grew sleepy, she habitually checked Weibo before going to sleep and noticed a comment and a like above her head.

[Who Says I’m Not Human: Not bad QWQ.]

This was the first comment on the comic, An Xiang was immediately excited. She clicked into the account's homepage and scanned through it. It was a new account, and the following list only included her and four or five news accounts.

[Think Think Catfish replied: Thank you, but you should go to bed early QWQ]

[Who Says I’m Not Human: Oh QWQ]

Hey, this girl likes to use the same expression as her, so cute.

An Xiang satisfied, a few more comments came in.

[Genius in Kindergarten: That's great QWQ.]

[When Can I Stay Up Late? Keep it up QWQ.]

[User 25924: Keep watching QWQ.]

"..."

An Xiang fell silent in the face of the QWQ comments. She seriously suspected that Weibo had bought comments for her, but as an unknown author, there was no need for that. Surely it wasn't Momo?

An Xiang lifted the covers and went into An Zimo's room. The room was pitch black and so quiet that only the child's even and steady breathing could be heard.

She frowned, completely baffled, and returned to her bedroom.

As soon as An Xiang left, An Zimo, who was lying on his side, secretly pulled the tablet out of his body and tiptoed to place it on the coffin's shelf.

***

The night passed, and the first thing An Xiang did when she woke up was to take out her phone and log into Weibo. The comic already had over thirty comments and more than a hundred likes. The data was naturally not comparable to the big shots, but it was enough to make her happy.

She was in a good mood because it was her day off, and she didn't have to spend the morning as busy as before.

"Momo, are you up?"

"Momo, wake up!!"

She called out to An Zimo through the door for a long time before he finally came out listlessly.

An Xiang tell her son was very sleepy; his hair was disheveled, and his dark circles were quite noticeable.

Didn't you sleep well?

"It's alright." An Zimo rubbed his eyes and dragged his short legs to the bathroom to wash his face.

"I'm going to the shop later. Does Momo want to come with me, or stay home with Nuo Nuo and the others?"

An Zimo glanced at her feet, "Are you able to go?"

"No problem, you can walk now." To reassure her son that she could work, An Xiang deliberately stomped her injured foot. "See, you can do it now."

"Oh." He didn't ask any further questions, remaining as indifferent as ever.

After a while, An Zimo looked up at her and asked, "Does anyone read your comics?"

Speaking of this, An Xiang became incredibly proud, puffing out her chest with a smug look on her face. "People were commenting on my posts late last night, and there are already over thirty today! Your Mommy is pretty amazing."

An Zimo curled his lip in disdain and sat down to eat a small bread roll.

"However, there wasn't much substantial content. Rather than just cheering and applause, I'd prefer to see some helpful and constructive comments."

This is An Xiang's first time creating a completely independent comic. Unlike her previous avatar requests, she hopes to receive more opinions and suggestions from others so that she can improve.

An Zimo frowned as he listened. "Isn't it good to praise you?"

"Praise is good, but praise alone cannot help people improve. Appropriate criticism is needed to help people go further and become more excellent."

An Zimo didn't understand.

People in this world only love to hear praise; I've never heard of anyone wanting to be criticized.

His handsome brows furrowed and furrowed repeatedly. Finally, while An Xiang washing up and putting on makeup, he took out his tablet and bought a few Weibo accounts on Taobao. He couldn't help but feel relieved that he had secretly asked Pei Chen to link his Alipay to it.

With the account ready, An Zimo faced another dilemma.

He... doesn't criticize people, and has never given advice to anyone.

He does know how to swear, he learned it all from his mother in his past life, but it's too vulgar and not suitable for criticizing people.

After much deliberation, An Zimo turned to Pei Chen for help.

[An Zimo: Pei Chen, do you know how to criticize someone?]

[Pei Chen: Let's not talk about that. Did you make my sister cry yesterday? She's still your junior, after all. As her grandfather, is it even human to bully a child?]

[An Zimo: I'm a child too.]

[Pei Chen:... Damn it, what kind of criticism do you want?]

An Zimo pondered for a few seconds before replying, "[It's just a more tactful way of expressing opinions and dissatisfaction.]"

[Pei Chen: Are you being sarcastic?]

sarcastic and weird???

Well, you could say that.

After a while, Pei Chen sent him a long string of troll quotes.

An Zimo blinked. "[What does 'keyboard warrior' mean?]"

[Pei Chen: It's about expressing opinions and dissatisfaction in a more tactful way, as you mentioned.]

Oh, I see.

An Zimo read it carefully. There were no profanities, but he didn't understand why these words were considered criticism. However, if Pei Chen said it was right, then it must be right. He copied a few lines, edited them according to his account, and posted them in the comments.

[I’m a Nitpicker: Seriously? Does anyone actually watch this kind of thing?]

[Jin Cheng’s Alt Account: Is that all? The art style is childish, the plot is absurd, and there's no depth whatsoever. And people actually watch this??]

[Jin Cheng’s Beauty: Am I the only one who thinks the plot development is a bit off? Judging from the character design, the tiger should be a Siberian tiger, which is a Class I protected animal in China. This cat picking up a tiger and not handing it over is illegal, not to mention that this cat is keeping it as a pet. According to national laws, this kind of illegal keeping of wild animals is punishable by imprisonment of five to ten years. I suggest the author make the plot more logical.]

Taking this opportunity, An Zimo voiced all his doubts, believing that An Xiang would see these opinions and make appropriate revisions, thus going further and becoming more outstanding.

He put down his tablet and skipped to the bedroom to see An Xiang's reaction.

Your phone screen lit up; it looks like there's a comment.

"Never mind, I'll check later." An Xiang applied layer after layer of various skincare products to her face. After all, she was a girl, and loving beauty was in her nature. Even if she didn't usually wear makeup, she couldn't be careless about skincare.

An Zimo smirked and said to her face, "You'd be better off getting a hyaluronic acid or Botox injection instead of this."

An Xiang's hand froze. The face in the mirror was still young, and her skin was full of collagen. Although she had given birth, there were no fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and she was far from needing hyaluronic acid injections.

An Xiang exclaimed excitedly, "I'm not old!"

An Zimo said calmly, "I didn't say you were old, I was just offering advice." He paused, then continued, "Didn't you say that advice would help you go further and become more outstanding?"

His eyes were innocent and pure, An Xiang felt a sudden tightness in her chest, unsure of what to say.

She puffed out her cheeks, applied sunscreen, and then started reading the comments.

From the moment An Xiang picked up his phone, a glimmer of light appeared in An Zimo's eyes.

An Xiang quietly browse the comments, only to discover that her comics had become a battleground between trolls and anti-trolls.

[Jin Cheng’s Little Sweetheart: Where did this idiot come from, going crazy with my goddess's name on his head?]

[Little Moonlight: Seriously? Seriously? There are actually idiots who genuinely feel emotionally invested in silly comics? Why don't you just argue that animals can talk?]

[What to Eat Tonight: I just started following this blogger, and I didn't expect to get criticized on my very first day. It's outrageous, I feel sorry for them...]

"..."

An Zimo bounced her little feet, suppressing her excitement, and asked, "How was it?"

How about it?

An Xiang die.

She looked at those comments over and over again, her anger rising rapidly. If it weren't for her child being in front of her, she probably would have smashed her phone.

An Xiang pouted, looking wronged, and deleted and blocked the other person without saying a word.

Noticing this action, An Zimo frowned again, "Why did you delete it?"

"I don't like it."

"Why don't you like it anymore?"

"Because these kinds of people are so annoying." An Xiang sniffed, vowing to work hard and, once she became famous, to make these trolls furious!

An Zimo's little head was filled with big question marks.

He couldn't understand it. She was the one who first suggested seeing the suggestions, so why was she unhappy after seeing them? And becoming famous wouldn't make anyone angry, would it?

That line in the book is absolutely true: women are truly incomprehensible creatures.

However, An Zimo also understood a principle: in the future, she should not really give her Mommy advice. Opinions will not make her better or take her further; they will only make her puff up like a pufferfish.

Thinking about it, An Zimo puffed out her cheeks like she did.

My son's pouty face and puffed-out cheeks are so cute and endearing; he's finally starting to look like a child again.

An Xiang's previously depressed mood was immediately relieved, and she couldn't help but secretly record this scene with her phone, intending to use it as material for today's update.

The two dawdled until ten o'clock. Just as An Xiang was about to go to the store, Pei Chen appeared at the door in a hurry, followed by Pei Nuo, who was crying.

"An Zimo, why did you make my sister cry?"

Pei Chen's tone was entirely accusatory.

He glanced indifferently at Pei Nuo, whose eyes were red and swollen and whose face was full of grievance, and gave a light snort, "I didn't go out today."

"You must have gone out yesterday, right?"

An Zimo couldn't help but scoff, "Are you out of your mind? Yesterday's business is today's business; there's no reason to settle yesterday's scores today. Besides, she scratched my face; why don't you mention that?"

Pei Chen stared at the obvious injury on An Zimo's face, his eyelids twitching violently. He looked at his innocent-looking younger sister behind him, his voice incredulous, "Nuo Nuo, you hit someone?"

Pei Nuo bit her finger and sobbed, "It was... it was Stone who started it, it has nothing to do with Nuo Nuo."

Pei Chen: "..."

I didn't believe your nonsense.

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Where is my male lead?

Lost in thought.

Whatever, bag.