Chapter 246

At first, Black Tiger noticed Ling Yue; the pair of ears standing up on its head were like a small antenna, thinking she was an inspecting passenger, but unexpectedly, Ling Yue walked toward it.

The dog instantly widened its eyes in alertness; beneath its glossy, smooth black fur, its muscles tensed, yet despite that, it lay there lazily without getting up.

Ling Yue frowned slightly; the problem seemed rather serious.

Mainly because German Shepherds have a typical working dog personality; they usually possess a strong sense of responsibility, being diligent and conscientious at work.

What could possibly make them voluntarily slack off?

As she drew nearer, the German Shepherd lifted its head, watching the approaching human with eyes full of wariness and vigilance.

"Human, don't get so close! We're not acquainted!"

The dog gave a soft snarl, and Li Song, seeing the situation, hurried over at a trot—but before he could mediate, the previously fierce dog had already lowered its guard.

【Ding, Pet Master Ling Yue has opened a healing aura for you.】

Such a weapon isn't a sure throw for a dog; she half‑squatted, looking at the lazy dog: "Hello, Mr. Black Tiger, I'm Ling Yue, the human the airport sent to counsel you—what's troubling you?"

"Why slack off?"

"Black Tiger: "Humans? What use are they? I'll slack off if I want to! Don't bother me—I want to withdraw, I want to lie here until the earth grows old and the heavens wither.""

"Ling Yue: "…Dinner's ready!""

The dog sprang up with a scrape: "Food? Where's the food? Where is there food?"

"Ling Yue: "I lied to you.""

She gave the dog a mental diagnosis; thankfully, it wasn't depression, and it still held a positive attitude toward the basic physiological need of food.

As the deceived German Shepherd Black Tiger, its gaze toward Ling Yue changed at that moment.

It quickly realized this human could actually understand dog speech, and Ling Yue, without needing Li Song's help, easily struck up a conversation with the dog.

She didn't hesitate, bluntly asking why the little dog wasn't working and was slacking off.

She pointed to Li Song beside her: "These coworkers are all worried about you."

Black Tiger blinked, then snapped its head away: "No way! They only like Wood Wood, and couldn't care less whether Black Tiger lives or dies!"

"I'm a little dog about to drop dead from exhaustion!"

Having said that, it flopped back onto the ground, insisting on slacking off to the end.

Ling Yue listened, puzzled: "Who is Wood Wood?" Also, she disagreed with the previous sentence, but wholeheartedly agreed with the last one.

Because the Capital Airport is currently the nation's largest airport, with five floors, and also the airport with the highest daily passenger volume in the country; even with multiple security checkpoints set up, before the vast sea of passengers it still appears tiny and helpless.

She glanced around, still not having asked who Wood Wood was, when a security guard led over a glossy‑smooth Golden Retriever.

The Golden Retriever was all golden‑shiny; its tail wagged, it swayed step by step, looking extremely happy, tongue lolling out.

Ling Yue suddenly had a guess and asked Li Song: "Is it called Wood Wood?"

Li Song blinked, then nodded eagerly: "Yes, yes, it's the other security dog at our checkpoint, and Black Tiger's partner, Wood Wood."

Meanwhile, she felt profound awe; the dog merely whined a few times, which to anyone else would be meaningless sounds, yet Ling Yue grasped this information in just a few minutes.

At that moment, Wood Wood was still energetically inspecting, bright and lively, prompting many tourists to take photos, some even showing expressions of delighted surprise.

Ling Yue's hearing is excellent; in an instant she caught the surrounding people's chatter.

"Heaven, I'm so lucky—today just happens to be Wood Wood's shift!"

"Hahaha, wasn't it said to be the airport's slacking king? Why is it on duty today? I'll get a good shot to show my best friend—it surely likes Wood Wood."

"I really want to pet it, I really want to pet it!"

As for the Golden Retriever Wood Wood, beloved by all, it was so excited its tail nearly whipped into a propeller; it didn't forget to turn and call to its buddy: "Black Tiger, come on! Let's work together~hehehe~"

"Humans are so cute~" the carefree Golden Retriever grinned wide, tongue nearly hanging out; as for the recipient of its greeting, Black Tiger strained its limbs and…flipped over sharply.

It aimed its rear at its companion Wood Wood and gave no reply.

As Ling Yue observed everything, she suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Black Tiger, do you dislike Wood Wood?"

The dog let out a low whimper, eyes wide round, staring at the human in surprise: "How did you know?"

"Ling Yue: "Of course I saw it—even a dog's dislike is that adorable.""

Ling Yue glanced aside; the silly Da Jin Mao Wood Wood was still calling friends over, while the lazy German Shepherd Black Tiger remained motionless: "I dislike it—what's the problem?"

Ling Yue continued: "Is it because it isn't working properly, leaving all the work to you? So you're angry and don't want to work anymore?"

The dog's fluffy face couldn't hide its astonished expression; it told Ling Yue she had guessed correctly.

Ling Yue wasn't surprised; she softened her gaze on the dog: "You're using a strike to protest—I'll tell the other humans that Black Tiger is an especially smart, capable good dog; it will surely stand up and return to work, right?"

The dog had completely melted into her sweet nothings, ears perking up involuntarily; of course it's smart and capable—the airport's finest dog!

"Someone understands it—how wonderful!"

Ling Yue patted its head and told Li Song; he was even more surprised than the dog.

"You mean it's slacking because it's jealous of Wood Wood?"

"Ling Yue shook her head: "Not jealousy, but rather discontent over inequality rather than scarcity.""

She explained: "Actually, some smart dogs have an IQ no lower than that of a human toddler; they understand everything in their hearts, they just can't speak."

"I just heard that Golden Retriever Wood Wood has been slacking off all along, while Black Tiger did the work, and you gave no sign—so it grew angry, feeling unfairly treated and overlooked."

Li Song's face flushed embarrassed: "Well… our airport has indeed been negligent at times, but I swear we'll pay attention and correct it from now on!"

He said that, and couldn't help asking her: "So now, has Black Tiger agreed to work?"

Speaking of this, Ling Yue smiled, glanced sideways at the lazy dog: "Well, it says it's not going to work this afternoon."

Li Song's face fell into a frown at once, then hearing Ling Yue add: "But as a big dog, it has a big appetite—it'll be back on the job this afternoon."

"Moreover, if Wood Wood slacks off again, you'll end up with two slacking dogs."

Upon hearing that, Li Song's scalp went numb; he hurriedly shook his head: "No, no—just wait, we'll absolutely prevent this from happening again! Thinking about it now, I'm really sorry, Black Tiger—today we'll give you extra meals, two big drumsticks!"

Nearby, hearing about the drumsticks, Black Tiger's ears twitched up and perked.

The dog lay on the floor, its eyes shimmering with happy light.

Actually, little dogs don't ask for much; their lives are also simple, like children, having a pure world. But we shouldn't overlook their needs just because of that—even children will demand a small toy, and dogs merely can't speak.

Ling Yue, from arrival to resolution, spent only a dozen minutes or so.

The matter was resolved quickly—even the security check for a plane's passengers hadn't finished—she glanced unintentionally, then twitched her ear tip: what sound?

Passengers in line were undergoing security; the inspector wielded a metal detector, and because the procedure is strict, it usually takes a long time.

Suddenly, in front of the X‑ray body scanner, the inspector stood up, stared sharply at a man, and asked, "What do you have in your pocket?"

His face instantly turned pale; after a specialist inspection, they cut open his thick clothing on the spot and pulled out several **snails from the lining. After testing confirmed, they were giant snails banned from entry from the United States, possessing extremely strong reproductive ability.

The man knew what he was about to face; his face instantly collapsed, as if he had aged a dozen years.

Other airport staff also breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions unconsciously relaxing.

These aren't the point; the point is, Ling Yue heard many strange noises.

"Whoa, I'm about to drown! There's so much water!"

"Big idiot! Big idiot!"

"Help! It's too slippery—I can't even stand!"

"No air left, so stuffy—even if I die, I'll drag you down and bite you to death!"

Ling Yue looked at the passengers again, unable to suppress her doubt: clearly no one was speaking, yet the faint yet noisy sounds she heard—where were they coming from?

The clamor was like that of three hundred ducks.

She instinctively felt something was wrong; instead of leaving, she moved closer to the inspector conducting the check, her eyes fixed on the passenger being inspected, and finally locked onto a target!

A man with an ordinary face suddenly twisted his expression; his facial muscles twitched and trembled, as if something lurked beneath his skin.

During the inspection, he uttered "uh‑uh‑ah‑ah," and nauseous saliva slid from the corner of his mouth.

As that famous writer wrote: some people's faces are so ugly they resemble a miscarriage of justice.

His companion behind him panicked and spoke, apologetically explaining: "Sorry, sorry, my brother has a condition; he can't control himself."

Even the inspector couldn't help but speed up the process, suppressing nausea and scanning quickly.

As everything seemed to be wrapping up smoothly, the man who had just explained quietly curled the corner of his mouth; their gazes met in mid‑air like shooting stars, but only for an instant.

He turned his head, his face slightly contorted—damn, he's really ugly.

Even the passengers behind him were whispering to each other, rustling as they discussed the words "ugly" and "disgusting," which kept drilling into their ears.

The man who finished the inspection didn't even have time to wipe his saliva, grabbed his luggage and walked forward, quite eager.

Suddenly, a voice called out to him, and the muscles on his face twitched faintly.

Ling Yue: "Wait."

She turned her gaze to Li Song on the side; he instantly tensed, received the hint, and hurried over to her, saying, "Big… cough cough, Miss Ling, what's wrong?"

Ling Yue: "I suggest you check him again thoroughly."

He believed Ling Yue wasn't speaking without basis, his spirits lifted at once, and he asked warily, "Could it be that he has some problem?"

Ling Yue nodded, her gaze falling on that man's face—more precisely, on his mouth.

To a cultivator like her, perfect or ugly features are nothing more than a skin bag.

At that moment, the man accompanying him finished the inspection; hearing this, his heart jumped, he stepped forward, shielding his brother in front of him, and shouted indignantly, "What do you mean? Are you bullying my brother because he's mute? He can't speak."

"Uh‑uh‑ah‑ah!" the mute man shouted while drooling, but could only utter short syllables.

The mocking crowd froze instantly—realizing he was mute, a disabled person.

Guilt, unease, regret and other complex emotions surged in their hearts, and their gazes unconsciously turned toward this side.

"He's just a mute, a disabled person—cut him some slack, okay?"

"We already checked him just now; making you check again isn't wasting his time, is it?"

Some people merely watched silently, saying nothing, but pulled out their phones and started filming them.

For a moment, Li Song couldn't help but waver.

Ling Yue stared intently at the "uh‑uh‑ah‑ah" man; the sound reaching her ears was a mixture of overlapping tones.

She hesitated not at all and declared firmly, "Whether I'm wrong or not, one check will tell."

"You want to inspect just because you say so? We have other things to do—what evidence do you have? Can you prove it?" the man demanded sternly.

Ling Yue slowly curled her lips; a dark glint flashed in the depths of her eyes, then vanished.

She said: "I can!" ， ，.