The Iron-eating Beast had found a yoga ball-like object—measuring a full meter in diameter—from who knew where. Lying flat on his back with all four paws in the air, he casually balanced it above him.
"Whoa, is this the legendary animal performance?"
Xu Yi stood curiously to the side, beginning to enjoy the Iron-eating Beast's show.
At first, the Iron-eating Beast hadn't quite mastered his control over the yoga ball. Several times, he pushed too hard and sent the ball flying outright. His antics naturally attracted the attention of the control room.
So, was today's on-the-clock entertainment and blatant goof-off time finally here?
"Haha, was Xuan Jiao always this cute? Or are all pandas this much fun?"
"I have no idea. But I feel like every Beast Beast that comes into contact with Liang He always unconsciously heads down a comedic path."
"Pfft, the way you phrase that, if Liang He heard it, she wouldn't know whether you were praising her or insulting her."
