Temporary Plan

Zheng Qing squatted in the middle of the desk, hugging a dried fish longer than his arm and gnawing on it with relish. Every so often, he tilted his head toward the cup and lapped up a few mouthfuls of water to soothe his throat, abused by oil and salt.

Perhaps because his original form had been that of a six-foot-tall man, although he had shrunk into a kitten only thirty centimeters tall, his appetite had not diminished in the slightest—compared to him, the supposedly voracious fat cat had rolled into a corner of the desk after five little dried fish, belly up and already beginning to doze.

Meanwhile, Zheng Qing calmly stuffed one fish after another into what seemed to be a bottomless stomach, completely ignoring Fatty Xin's grief-stricken expression beside him.

Compared with the fat man, who mourned the loss of his snacks, Xiao Xiao was more concerned about Zheng Qing's current condition.

At that moment, he held his notebook and went through the questions he had listed a few minutes earlier, checking them with Zheng Qing one by one.

"So, you haven't lost your independent consciousness?"

"Obviously." The black cat viciously bit into the dried fish's belly, claiming the fattest, tastiest piece of meat for himself first.

"And you successfully transformed as well?"

"Clearly." The black cat chewed his fish and answered vaguely, not forgetting to turn his head and inspect Doctor Xiao, who was taking notes nearby, as though wondering why he was asking such idiotic questions.

Xiao Xiao ignored the black cat's strange stare and patiently continued, "What about your Magic Power stability? You haven't suffered a Magic Power surge, but you also haven't completely lost your Magic Power... Is your Magic Power stable now?"

That question was a little harder.

The black cat bit