The System Mistook Me for a Cat

Chapter 173

The red-rumped falcon chick, Diandian, flew higher and higher.

Chu Tingwu crouched on the rooftop, supporting herself on her knees as she caught her breath before looking up—

At the speed at which its wings flapped, theoretically, she should not have been able to keep up. But the chick seemed a bit timid, slowing down whenever it got close to her and chirping a few times, as if urging her to lead the way.

Chu Tingwu called upon the system, sending the seagull drone ahead to mimic bird calls. Diandian hesitated, pausing in its flight. After a few attempts, the ranch was left behind. Chu Tingwu looked up, but even with her sharp eyesight, all she could see was a solitary speck flapping its wings in the sky.

Soon, the seagull drone, not far from that speck, descended from the sky and landed beside Chu Tingwu, nuzzling her arm with its head.

Starlit clouds flowed silently through the night sky, with occasional moonlight glittering on the bird's feathers. Chu Tingwu didn't know if Diandian could catch up with the main flock, but at least it had chosen to take off—

Perhaps due to overexertion earlier, she felt a rare twinge of fatigue, sitting by the edge of the rooftop for a while before saying to the system, "Let's go back."

She had to return to the ranch.

But the system spread its wings and gently patted Chu Tingwu's head, signaling her to look to the right.

Chu Tingwu sensed—or rather, she heard something.

A bird descended from the sky, carrying a half-eaten greenworm in its beak, which it dropped in front of her. Then it began pacing back and forth, chirping incessantly, as if urging her to eat quickly.

Diandian had returned, bringing "food" with it. Even without understanding its language, Chu Tingwu could tell from its body language that it believed its failure to "keep up" was due to hunger. After flying for a while, it had chosen to circle back.

Chu Tingwu: "..."

Hey!

Chu Tingwu altered her pheromones and quietly stepped back. The half-grown chick, sensing her retreat, hopped nervously onto the railing, tilting its head to scrutinize her, as though trying to figure out where she had hidden its "baby companion."

Chu Tingwu spent half an hour on the rooftop, caught in a stalemate with the bird until a resident downstairs, armed with a clothes pole, came upstairs in