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Lu Huai glanced at the contents of the bag and clicked his tongue inwardly.
How should he put it?
It sounded unrealistic.
But it was true.
His cat had become human.
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It was a weekend.
Lu Huai worked part-time at a convenience store and came back late.
The convenience store regularly disposed of expired products, usually divided among the few people working there.
Lu Huai had installed surveillance cameras in his rented apartment and would check on his cat whenever he had free time. So the people working at the convenience store knew that despite his cold demeanor, he was a crazy cat person.
“Lu Huai, this milk is only a day past its expiration date, take it back for Niannian.”
“No, Niannian doesn’t drink expired milk,” Lu Huai refused without hesitation.
The other person was speechless, looking at the bag of expired instant noodles Lu Huai was packing.
Maybe that’s what crazy cat people are like.
They can eat expired food themselves.
But not their cats.
After finishing his shift, Lu Huai was about to pack up and leave when he checked the surveillance cameras as usual.
This time, he almost jumped out of his skin.
There was a damaged package on the living room floor, its contents scattered everywhere, clearly Niannian’s handiwork.
Lu Huai wasn’t worried about the stuff itself.
The key was that he had just brought this package home yesterday! It was an expired product from the convenience store cleanup—a box of liqueur chocolates!!
The living room was messy, but he didn’t see the kitten. Lu Huai pressed the voice button and called Niannian twice.
Usually, as long as he called Niannian on the monitor, the little calico cat, no matter where it was, would immediately run over, bouncing and jumping.
But today, after calling several times, he didn’t see Niannian.
The person next to him noticed Lu Huai’s unusual behavior. The usually calm and composed boy’s voice was trembling.
“What’s wrong? What happened to Niannian?”
Lu Huai’s heart was pounding. He moved his lips but couldn’t speak, took off his work jacket and rushed out.
Fortunately, the convenience store was close to home.
The usual ten-minute walk was covered by Lu Huai in five minutes.
What would happen if a cat ate chocolate? Where did Niannian go? Was he hiding in some corner, already…?
Lu Huai dared not think further.
At the front door, when he was fumbling with his keys, Lu Huai realized his hands were shaking so badly, it took several tries to insert the key into the keyhole.
The living room was in a mess. A quick glance showed that about two or three chocolates were missing, the gold foil wrappers torn to shreds.
“Niannian, Niannian!” Lu Huai first checked the cat bed, then searched several corners, but found no sign of the kitten. He was sweating, his throat dry and sore.
Until he finally went into the bedroom.
Lu Huai’s pupils constricted.
The bedsheets were in disarray, and a sleeping boy was lying on the bed. He was naked, his skin dazzlingly white, and between his legs, a black tail drooped, with a small tuft of white fur at the tip.
That was Niannian’s tail.
Author’s Note:
Niannian is a calico cat (pig)
Please read warnings*
Doting scholar top x obedient soft cat bottom
Lu Huai is a high school student.
But he’s not the kind of high school student who likes to watch action anime.
He found it a bit hard to accept.
Lu Huai gripped the doorknob, took two deep breaths, stepped back, and closed the door.
Which foot had he stepped with just now?
This time, he switched feet.
Lu Huai’s face was slightly sullen. After pausing for a few seconds, he stepped out with his left foot and opened the door.
Good, it was different.
The person on the bed was sleeping even more soundly, even snoring softly.
The cat was gone.
And there was a naked man on the bed.
Lu Huai let out a breath and took two more steps forward, staring at the naked man’s butt.
No, it was a tail.
It really looked exactly like Niannian’s tail.
An unbelievable thought popped into his mind.
The idea was absurd, but at this moment, Lu Huai could hardly find a reason to refute it.
Whether it was the red string tied around the boy’s ankle or the tail between his legs, it clearly indicated his identity.
That red string was one Lu Huai had gotten from a temple last year, taking a day off.
Niannian had fallen ill at that time, hospitalized at the pet hospital for several days, needing injections every day. He wasn’t lively, just listless. Only when Lu Huai came to see him after school would he perk up a little, snuggling in his arms, rubbing his little head against Lu Huai’s chest.
Lu Huai had heard somewhere that the temples in the suburbs were very spiritual. He took a day off, climbed a mountain for half a day, and prayed for a safety string, which he tied around Niannian’s leg upon his return.
It had stunned Chen Fei. “You’re not a materialist, are you?”
Such an illogical science-major overachiever.
The cool boy held the cat in his arms, lowered his head and kissed its little head, his tone flat, “Materialism or idealism, as long as Niannian gets better.”
Chen Fei was speechless.
He deliberately said, “But you shouldn’t go to the temple. That’s for people to pray to. You should worship the cat god.”
Unexpectedly, Lu Huai frowned slightly, looking up and asking seriously, “Where do you worship the cat god?”
“…”
Whether the red string worked or not, Niannian was much better the next day, and was able to go home from the hospital in two days.
His thoughts swirling, Lu Huai’s dark eyes fixed on the slender, fair ankle, hesitated for a few seconds, reached out and touched it. As soon as his hand touched the tip of the tail, Lu Huai’s expression softened.
The feel was right.
This was his cat.
Habitually, he rubbed the tip of the tail a little more. The next second, the boy flinched, his body suddenly shaking, instantly opening his eyes, using his hands and feet to curl himself up, hugging his tail, looking at Lu Huai with a vigilant expression.
Niannian’s head hurt.
The alcohol was taking effect, constantly attacking the little cat’s brain. He felt heat radiating from his body, feeling lightheaded, and couldn’t see clearly.
Great.
Not only did he have a tail.
There were also two small black ears on his head.
Lu Huai took a deep breath and decided to take the initiative.
“Niannian?”
Hearing the familiar voice, the boy’s eyelashes seemed to tremble. He looked blankly in Lu Huai’s direction, his little nose twitching, as if sniffing, then softly called, “Master?”
Lu Huai didn’t dare to respond.
A naked boy with cat ears and a tail, softly calling “Master,” looked like a suggestive scene.
When the master didn’t respond, the little cat became anxious. Even though his head was dizzy, he still struggled to crawl over, hugging the man’s leg, whimpering and repeatedly calling “Master.”
Lu Huai was a little dizzy.
He pressed down on the person’s shoulder, but the skin was too smooth. As soon as he touched it, he retracted as if electrocuted, gritting his teeth, “Niannian, how… how did you become like this?”
Like what?
Niannian looked down at himself, stunned for two seconds, “Where’s my fur?”
Lu Huai closed his eyes, wanting to swear.
Your fur is gone.
And my cat is gone too.
But before Lu Huai could recover and speak, he saw the boy’s eyes getting redder and redder, until finally he started to cry.
…
It took a lot of effort to coax the cat, uh, person.
Lu Huai looked like he was half-dead.
40% dead.
He had never coaxed anyone before.
Back at the orphanage, if younger children fought and cried in the corner, Lu Huai would just walk past indifferently, without asking a single question.
He was naturally indifferent.
The only time he showed kindness was probably when he took Niannian home.
Actually, he didn’t pick him up; to be precise, the cat followed him.
It was the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter), and the snow was falling heavily. Lu Huai was returning home from evening self-study when he heard a faint meow at a corner.
He glanced over. In the corner, a small cat was huddled under the eaves, shivering.
Usually, Lu Huai wouldn’t stay, he would just pretend not to see it and walk past.
But that day, he happened to have some expired sausage from the convenience store in his bag.
He paused for two seconds, expressionlessly took out the sausage, and broke it in half, placing it in front of the kitten.
The kitten immediately lowered its head and devoured it.
It ate very quickly, its small body heaving.
Lu Huai stared at it for two seconds, put on his backpack, and coldly turned to leave.
He hadn’t gone a few steps when the boy suddenly stopped.
He turned back coldly, looking at the kitten that had somehow followed him, a fluffy little ball, stumbling along. It had its head down, not noticing that the person in front had stopped, and bumped into the boy’s pants leg, then meowed twice, biting the fabric of the pants leg.
Lu Huai stepped back expressionlessly, pulling his pants leg back.
He said calmly, “Don’t follow me.”
He wasn’t particularly kind; he was struggling himself and didn’t have the energy to raise a pet.
The kitten obviously didn’t understand.
The boy continued to walk forward, and the kitten continued to follow.
It was so cold that day, cruelly speaking, this cat would certainly not survive the winter. It was so small, in the snowy weather, it looked like even a gust of wind could blow it away.
But what did that have to do with Lu Huai?
Lu Huai’s brows were cold, and he didn’t slow down, nor did he look back.