Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

At the insistence of a certain feline, in the end, the two slept in the same bed.

Of course, in order to prevent any accidents that shouldn't happen in the middle of the night, Zhongyuan also made a request that Shuli must turn back into a cat before he can sleep on his bed.

Persistence at this time, from the perspective of a bystander, must be said that he is a good man with a sense of responsibility, with full marks for patience and sincerity, and it is better than lying to minors who have not yet formed their emotional outlook and are confused. A harmonious scumbag is hundreds of times stronger.

However, the object he cared for obviously didn't feel this kind of heart, and felt that it would be detrimental to his image to change back to the animal shape, but in order to take a sip of catnip, he had to sacrifice all his face to shrink back into a little black cat, curled up next to him On the pillow, eagerly exhorting:

"You promised to give me a personal item, don't break the contract."

"...Sleep well, I will take it out before you leave." He lay down with a slight headache, and took a pillow towel to cover the kitten next to his head as a quilt, then scratched it With a small chin, he lowered his voice and said, "Close your eyes, good night."

The little brat who had been sending out interference waves to him finally yawned big, closed his eyes and mumbled goodnight.It is probably because the sports festival expended too much physical energy, coupled with the sleep-promoting effect of alcohol, so that after a little relaxation, the whole cat immediately fell asleep and let out bursts of even breathing sounds.

Perhaps it is due to the habits of cats, it almost leans half of its body on the heat source next to it, regardless of whether the other party will block the breathing passage.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help thanking himself for his foresight. If he had a human form, the little ghost would surely sleep on his body, and if the gun went off by then...cough.

——Actually, thinking about it, it's a bit regrettable... just a little bit, really.How can he think wildly if he wants to be an upright man? !

In order to divert his attention, he began to think hard about what would be more meaningful to give, and he could also carry his own scent, so that the other party would think of him when he saw it.

shirt?coat?hat?Gloves?

No, it doesn't seem special enough.

——Ah, why not send...

An idea floated up from the bottom of his heart, and quickly completed the specific process, instructing him how to act next.

However, in order not to miss a rare night, he still suppressed his habit of action, silently stared at the kitten on the pillow for half a night, and sneaked a few times at the other's soft belly, waiting for the sky to lighten up with warm sunlight Then, he got up quietly, left a note, and hurried out.

When Aizawa Juri opened his eyes and looked around for the figure of the orange-haired youth, all he saw was a note beside him, saying that there was something to do temporarily, and it would take a few hours to deliver the agreed things to him.

"Zhongye should not miss the appointment."

He didn't think much about it. After all, the two of them had experienced a lot of hardships together, and he was naturally very clear about the character of the other party.

So even though he felt sorry for the closet next to him for a while, he didn't stay for too long. After getting up and going to the bathroom to finish the basic washing, he carried his luggage when he came, and was ready to go home again. .

Because the distance is relatively far away, and the running speed is not fast enough if the shape of the beast remains the same, he simply took the key handed over by his senior and picked a motorcycle with a slightly plainer appearance from the underground garage, looking for it a little bit. , and rushed out in a hurry.

It has to be said that Nakahara Chuya and his taste are really similar, especially the parts related to cars are exactly the same.

— but the price must be very different...

Thinking of a garage full of expensive sports cars and heavy-duty refitted locomotives, many of which he had seen on the Internet, the price was frighteningly high, and he once again felt the huge difference between the rich and the poor. It is estimated to be as wide as the Great Rift Valley in Africa.

"I'd better drive carefully, who knows how much this is worth..." The cat boss who has always loved racing cars had to succumb to the money, carefully slowed down, and specially selected a flat road, which cost almost one dollar. It took me an hour to arrive at Xiongying's school gate.

Olmert and Aizawa Shouta were waiting for him at a more conspicuous position, communicating with the white-haired boy next to him.But no matter how you look at it, it was more like a handshake meeting between an idol and a fan. The happy and flattered look on the latter's face reminded him of Izuku Midoriya.

——Speaking of which, do I have to go to the classroom to say goodbye?But maybe, everyone has gone their separate ways, and it's too late to communicate... It seems that sending text messages is more reliable.

At the same time as he made up his mind, his locomotive just had a beautiful flick and stopped in front of the three of them.

The psychological quality of the two professional heroes is very good, so naturally they didn't show any unexpected expressions, but the white-haired boy, who seemed not very courageous, immediately took several steps back in shock, until his back hit a stone pillar not far away, and finally Kankan stopped.

The man supporting the weight of the locomotive with his long legs turned his head, raised his hand and took off his helmet, smoothed his slightly messy black hair, and glanced at his direction.

Although it was just a glance, and they didn't even meet their eyes, the pressure caused by it has not weakened at all, and there is a tendency to intensify.

"Am I going to follow him today?"

He heard the other party's voice, and the direction of the topic was obviously pointing to him.Then, after being confirmed by the No. 1 hero, he raised his volume (considerately) and said to him: "How did you come here, it seems that you didn't drive... No matter how you look at it, you are a minor, you should take a tram? "

"Yes, by train..."

Under the terrifying aura of the boss, the white-haired boy couldn't help stammering, and then retorted in a small voice: "I, I'm almost an adult..."

——Speaking of which, you should be younger than me, right?Why is there an aura of a mafia brother? !The promised hero reserve of Xiongying High School! ! !

——If Olmert wasn't there, I really felt like I was going to be killed...President, did we really pick up the wrong person?

When he couldn't help doubting his life, the black-haired teacher not far away was exercising the rights of guardian, reached out and knocked on the nephew's head, and taught: "When you get there, you must obey the president's arrangement and don't mess around. Run, or go out to make trouble, understand?"

"I see……"

Aizawa Juri immediately refrained from acting like a bad boy, stood up obediently, and made promises very seriously, until his uncle showed a satisfied expression, and he was relieved.

——At least superficial skills must be done well, otherwise, what if you regret it too soon...

On the other side, Olmert also begged the young members sent by the Armed Detective Agency, and said with a smile on his face: "Nakajima boy, please take care of Aizawa boy. It just so happens that your abilities are somewhat similar, and you will definitely be able to." Talk about a lot of common topics."

"Hahaha……"

Apart from laughing dryly, the boy named Atsushi Nakajima didn't know what to say, so he could only sort out his mood a little bit, walked towards the black-haired boy blankly, and tentatively suggested, "That...you want to sit with me?" Tram?"

He felt that this was a friendly question, but under the sinister aura of the other party, he couldn't help shrinking and took out his wallet tremblingly, trembling like a victim who was blackmailed by a hooligan. Long-windedly said: "I, I can pay for the car for you, and then, if you, if you want to eat, I can also treat you..."

"Stand straight up, what does a manly man look like?" Aizawa Juri casually stuffed the helmet into the opponent's arms, then patted the back seat, and signaled: "Come on, you are in charge of guiding the way, as for the treat... …A bag of dried fish, it’s your fare.”

"Hey, that...not so good, such an expensive car, I still don't- eh?!"

Probably because Atsushi Nakajima was talking too much nonsense, the black-haired boy grabbed him by the collar, lifted him into the back seat of the car, and bid farewell to the two men next to him while hitting the gas pedal.

"Then I'll go first, and you all remember to take good care of yourselves."

"Boom—boom, boom!!"

Accompanied by the roar of the engine resounding through the sky, and the screams mixed with it, the whole locomotive rushed out, drawing an afterimage in the air, leaving Xiongying High School far behind in a blink of an eye.

"Ah, Aizawa-kun——Okay, it seems that the speed of the car is too fast, I——Ah, ah! No way! I'm going to hit it, hit it, hit it!"

"Save-life-ah!!!"

The white-haired boy's screams were torn into fragments by the excessive speed of the vehicle, and before reaching the rider's ears, they drifted away along with the wind rushing in from all directions, and flew into the blue sky.

If you look closely, you might see some fragments of the soul mixed in it, and each reflective surface is printed with the expression of Atsushi Nakajima or collapse or despair or shouting.

——In the end, who can save him? ! !

It turns out that at some point, there is simply no other way to do it than save yourself.And if you can't resist the status quo, you can only choose to accept it and try to adapt to its existence.

In the heart-pounding hurricane all the way, the white-haired boy whose soul is about to leave his body, in order to save his (tiger) life, tried his best to concentrate and stretched out his arm that trembled as if he had Parkinson's syndrome. All the way to guide the boss to go in the right direction.

It took less than five or ten minutes, and the two finally managed to reach a brick-red building.It is said that the Armed Detective Agency has rented four floors for office use, but there is almost no trace of its existence from the outside.

"It's a lot more low-key than I thought."

Aizawa Juri glanced up, and his eyes just collided with a certain figure at the window.But before he could see the other person's appearance clearly, the person had already changed his posture, leaning his back against the window, revealing only a sand-brown windbreaker.

Atsushi Nakajima got out of the car with sloppy footsteps, supported the wall to relieve the strong vomiting in his stomach, and was unable to speak for a while, explaining the specific situation of the detective agency to the newcomers.

At this time, instead, the sports car that had been parked for an unknown amount of time opened the door, and a dark figure stepped out, walked into the tree without hesitation, and then said:

"—I've brought you the promised gift."