I wanted to get away with it by being cute, but it was bound to a shock value system - the more unexpected it is, the stronger it is.
So a panda "picked up" by a beautiful outdoor anchor began his career as an actor.
Falling on the ground? That was a play designed to trick someone into having sex.
Writing with branches? The popularity of the live broadcast room instantly reached the top.
While the other pandas were still nibbling on bamboo obediently, I had become the real leader of the park through hard work.
I even used my claws and bamboo tubes to promulgate the "Code of Order in the Park".
During the day, I am the top cute pet who plays coquettishly and rolls around in front of the camera; at night, I get up in the shadows, patrolling the territory, arbitrating disputes, and becoming an urban legend passed down orally among animals.
Until that night, when poachers sneak in...
In the monitoring room, the director stared at the white shadow on the screen that looked as fast as a ghost under the infrared lens, and slowly put out the cigarette:
"Notify logistics that tonight... Send two more bundles of the tenderest bamboo shoots to the 'Godfather's' nest, plus a pot of honey."
He paused and added:
"In his own name."
