Jia Yao stood on the vast snowy plain, blinking in confusion: "This... what's going on?"
He looked down at the round little marmot at his feet, which was gazing up at him with expectant eyes.
[Idiot, of course, you need to take me to the meeting point!]
The marmot's tone was distinctly disdainful, [If I walk in the snow myself, I can't eat anything.]
Seeing Jia Yao couldn't understand its "marmot speak," this furry little tyrant suddenly sprang up with a flip, waving its short front paws in front of its chest, and began its unique "body language performance."
First, it patted its round belly and pointed at the two bunches of wild onions on the ground; then, it pointed at Jia Yao's professional hiking boots, as if to say "you have legs, why not use them"; then it spread its arms in a standard "pick me up" gesture; and finally, it sniffed hard in the direction of the meeting point, its whiskers quivering.
The live-streaming chat room exploded:
