“ instructor, what's that thing in your pants? Does it have fur? I've had a dog for twenty years, I've never seen one grow like that...” Wang Fuji twitched, his index finger trembling and pointing at Xiao Fan’s crotch.

Xiao Fan, however, remained unfazed. "Is it not a treasure pig?" he asked calmly, with a hint of humor in his voice.

The crowd burst into laughter, some stifling their sobs while others couldn't hold back their giggles. Wang Fuji’s face turned green, as if he had been drenched with cold water.

"I... I can't believe this," he stammered, his voice cracking. "How is this possible? You... you're actually better than a flying pig!"

Xiao Fan didn’t respond, simply patting his pocket where the pig was hidden. Meanwhile, the piglet, sensing Xiao Fan's touch, scurried out and zipped into the crowd, causing a stir as it dodged and weaved through people.

Chen Fang, who had been listening to the commotion, approached Xiao Fan with a puzzled expression. "Xiao Fan, what's going on here? That pig... it seems like it's not a pig at all."