Becoming a Cat

What is procrastination, namely [Procrastination].

One thing could have been done calmly without a sense of urgency, but it was postponed to the death line. With time constraints and pressure, anxiety will stimulate their fighting spirit. Most people hold this mentality and get It's also a passable result.

So subconsciously, I felt and firmly believed that the saying "people are all forced out" is the absolute truth.

At some point, there must be a reason for the delay.

Whether it is due to human inertia or an instinctive resistance to what needs to be done because of lack of self-confidence, it is mostly due to avoidance.

"No tears without the coffin" is useful for most people who live on the deadline.However, there are of course counter-examples that cannot be "forced". Even if these poor guys escape to the end, no matter how anxious and fearful they are, no matter how much they kiss the Buddha's toes, miracles will not happen.

For example, He Yanlu, who is not good at mathematics and science at all, still has no clue about a basic computer programming assignment, even at the last moment of the weekend.

For mathematics or courses that require logical calculation skills, He Yanli is the type of idiot who "I can't understand in class, and I will never do my homework; even if I understand in class, I still fail the exam".

At this moment, he is lying pitifully in front of the writing desk, frowning and holding a pen to scribble on the paper, with a textbook spread out in front of him——

[x=1, y=1, x=y+1...]

Why are programming topics so difficult to understand? Aren't x and y both 1?Why does x become y+1?What exactly is that x? ! !

(=皮=) Why do I have to count this kind of thing as a Chinese learner!

Ye Yixing huddled on He Yanlu's lap and almost hurt himself from laughing. This idiot has been tossing about the most basic programming problem for almost two hours. During the period, he scratched his head, sighed, wrote drafts, and drew graffiti in a tragic way. It's so cute!

Why can't he do such a simple thing?In fact, it is obviously a very basic logic problem, as long as you understand the format of the programming language, you can do it.

The novel is so well written, why is it completely mentally retarded when it comes to number problems? ...

Ahhh, his mathematics and logic are so bad, it seems that it is not easy to get into F University, right?

Ye Yixing really wanted to know how He Yanlu spent his high school. If he only relied on his liberal arts grades, he would not be able to reach the F major score line at all, or are some people born with mental disabilities in certain aspects?

In his eyes, He Yanlu at this moment is actually endearing, and also so stupid that he wants to be bullied.

Well, if I were human, I should surround him and patiently explain those topics and related knowledge to him.In fact, whether to teach well is just another question. The point is, the thought of He Yanlu tilting his head seriously and listening to himself foolishly, this scene is attractive enough.

If he understands and does it, I'll kiss him.

Ye Yixing thought about it, and suddenly felt that his brain was broken...

Wait, why is it that when I think of "rewarding" Nima, I just kiss him? ! (=mouth=)

In other words, for the past two days, I have always had emotions like kissing, touching, and touching each other...

Where did this evolution come from?Is it because the cat body is so close to his father that "kissing" can be so casual?Do you really want to do this to him?Ye Yixing...!

Father He didn't notice the fierce struggle between the reason and emotion of the black cat son. He was tortured to the limit by his homework at the moment.Reluctantly pushing his hand to close the book, he yelled angrily with his mouth tilted: "I won't do it, Xiao Hei, go to bed!"

……

This sentence interrupted Ye Yixing's thinking, he looked up at He Yanlu who was blowing his hair, and still thought it was very cute.

Ye Yixing suddenly realized that he liked him a little...

Really just a little bit? (==)

Then, someone is shaken by the spooky speculation that ensues.

Deep in my heart there is a cage of intense emotions, this kind of shock is like I have quietly loosened the cage, and then those emotions that were not recognized before are instantly expanded by loosening their mouths and released to the whole body. At this moment, they are free wreaks havoc within him freely.

He suddenly felt that this emotion seemed to have been buried for a long time, until it was buried by his own reason and other emotions that were stronger than it, such as "overcoming". However, he didn't know when it deteriorated.

Or is it that all the coincidences evolved too beautifully, like two completely different chemical reagents had the most perfect reaction under the catalyst of the "black cat", forming an intoxicating pink flocculent precipitate.

Maybe, maybe, probably, it's love.

"...sleep, sleep! I'm going to bed today...!" He Yanlu, who had not been forced to finish the homework that was delayed until the weekend, was still muttering angrily, hugging the black cat and throwing himself on the big bed, his head stuck in the soft Under the pillow and quilt, he was sulking at himself, and the fingers twisting the black cat's neck fully expressed his grief at the moment.

Ye Yixing suddenly felt that when the feelings he still dared not to publicize were relieved by default, He Yanlu's cuteness in his eyes became more serious and took it for granted.

He suddenly thought of a poem that didn't fit very well: Nima love blinds my eyes...

He Yanlu, who wanted to escape from reality, fell asleep quickly with the black cat in his arms, while Ye Yixing suffered from insomnia.

Nima, it was only now that he realized that He Yanlu was his first love!

There are many people who have had a good impression since childhood, but the one who was tempted was the first!And this person who moved his heart is sleeping beside him, cuddling with each other right now, at this very moment.His hands covered him, his ears could hear his heartbeat, his breath was in his breath...!

Nima's heart is about to jump out, is there anything!

Although they slept together last night and the night before the night before, but the mood is so different at the moment!

Ye Yixing was lying in He Yanlu's arms, the beating sound of his heart was clearly audible, and he didn't know if it was his or his.

Cats have night vision, but Ye Yixing does not have the level of "out of body". If he can see himself, he can find how this cat is gazing affectionately at its owner, its father.

Of course, this has to exclude the horror of He Yanlu waking up in the middle of the night and seeing himself being stared at by a green-eyed black cat. In this kind of thing, the heart will not beat because of extreme joy, but will be frightened by extreme horror .

Ye Yixing scratched the bed sheet with his paws in frustration, when will he turn back into a human...

He nimbly got out of He Yanlu's arms, reluctantly rubbed the other's neck for a while, and then jumped back to the desk.

In the middle of the night, in front of the laptop, a black cat stole the account of the BBS administrator of University F, and quietly deleted all the posts about He Yanlu's photos...

Heh... It turns out that there was a reason why I wanted to do this before, and my heart was filled with a faint joy that was indescribable.

Seeing He Yanlu's homework left on the desk, Ye Yixing opened the book with a smile in his heart, easily calculated the answers to this chapter of the coursework for him, and typed them on the notepad with difficulty, each question was detailed number, and then anonymously send the answer to He Yanlu's mailbox.

When doing these things, his heart is extremely soft, and this feeling makes him feel very novel, sweet, gentle, and full of tolerance.

When he came back to his senses, it was already early morning.

Ye Yixing still felt excited, but couldn't wait to rush back to the bed.

He found a comfortable position and nestled in someone's arms, imagining He Yanlu's happy face when he received these answers, raised his head and stuck out his tongue to lick the other person's chin, then closed his eyes.

dad?Hehe, how could you be my father...

×××

He Yanlu had a grade-level compulsory professional course early in the morning, followed by a public course on basic computers.

When he arrived at school, there would still be classmates he didn't know, secretly lingering on him, and even the young male lecturer in the public class would stare at him with a smile from time to time.

Usually He Yanlu is slow to see other people's eyes, even if there are a few more, he will not think about whether it is because his clothes are worn backwards today, vegetables are stuck to his teeth, and so on.

But I don't know why, but I always feel an ominous feeling today.

It seemed that the original [-]-watt light bulbs had turned into shiny [-]-watt bulbs today, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

As for the reason for the sudden brightening, He Yanlu suddenly recalled the photo post he saw on the BBS yesterday, and now he felt restless!This feeling, like being stripped naked and being pointed out in the crowd, made him feel inexplicably ashamed, and he couldn't help but feel hot on his face...

"...Generally speaking, intuition omits the reasoning process, and is the direct understanding and revelation of the creator's background or essence of things. It usually intuitively shows the creator's sudden discovery of a thought-provoking thought behind a certain thing or phenomenon. Connotation... As for inspiration, the classmate wearing a low-neck sweater is He Yanlu, right? Please tell me your understanding of inspiration..."

He Yanlu stood up in a daze, and when asked to answer questions by name, he was usually a student who deserted in class or dozed off. Why would he be called by name when he listened so attentively...

And why did the teacher know his name, did he also read the posts on the Internet?

The lecturer looked at him with a gentle smile. In He Yanlu's eyes, the smile was a bit malicious. He felt his cheeks became hotter and even hotter. He replied in a stiff voice: "Inspiration is the most important thing in the stage of artistic conception." One of the ways of thinking..."

He heard the whispers and low laughter of the students around him. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He even heard someone say something like "I'm blushing, so cute..." and other words that made his legs go limp. Wouldn't notice the whispers at all.

"It's a very formal written answer, but I want to hear your own understanding of 'inspiration'." Obviously the other party didn't want to let him go so easily, He Yanlu felt a little awkward, and secretly slandered the lecturer for his sudden bad intentions.

"...Well, inspiration is a feeling." He said softly.

The laughter around him suddenly grew louder.

"And then? When will it happen?" The lecturer nodded and continued to guide and ask.

"...It seems that when I am concentrating on meditation or doing other things, it often appears... There are also dreams, and it feels like a disconnected nerve is suddenly connected, and it is fleeting... But that It’s a wonderful feeling, very exciting.”

"Do you feel excited when inspiration strikes?"

……

The atmosphere around him changed a bit. The faintly suppressed whispers and laughter made He Yanlu wonder whether he answered badly or made a mistake, which made him very nervous.

"Indeed, your understanding is very consistent with the psychological explanation. Inspiration often occurs when creative thinking has been brewing for a long time and is close to maturity... Do you create?" the lecturer suddenly asked.

I don't know how to answer, but He Yanlu actually doesn't want to make his novel writing public.In real life, except for Chu Wenxing, no one else knows Zhiyan's identity. As far as he knows, the publishing house and online editors have protected the author's true identity very well.

But he didn't know how to lie, he had been silent for several seconds, and saying "no" at this moment would seem to be trying to cover up, so before he approached the embarrassment, He Yanlu gave a low "um" and his eyes wandered.

The people around suddenly started discussing——

"...Ah, he writes?..."

"What did He Yanlu write?..."

"...Martial arts novels? Fantasy?..."

"I can't imagine, it can't be writing a Tanmei novel, hehe..."

Yang Qu was sitting in the back seat, enjoying He Yanlu being questioned, discussed, and paid attention to in public for the first time. The person concerned was obviously so nervous that his ears were red. Although he couldn't see the expression on the other side, he didn't know Why can he imagine that He Yanlu is so innocent and cute at the moment.

He suddenly felt sorry for Ye Yixing not being able to see this scene.

"Which novel do you write?" The lecturer was obviously very interested, and the students around couldn't wait to applaud him (teacher GOODJOB)!

However, He Yanlu bitterly felt that the other party was possessed by a demon today!

"Teacher... this is a personal question." He looked at the other party angrily, and refused to continue answering.

In the eyes of the lecturer, the look in the eyes of this beautiful student seemed particularly wronged at this moment. He shook his head silently in his heart, hey, I don’t know which short-lived one fell into your hands, evildoer, evildoer...

"...Well, hehe, that's a good answer. Please sit down... Are the students more energetic? Those who dozed off have woken up now? Let's continue the class...Inspiration is a psychological phenomenon in which the understanding takes a leap in the process of creative thinking. It is a kind of creative ability produced by the sudden change of image thinking activity from quantity to quality..."

The noisy classroom became quiet again, but the ambiguous atmosphere in the air did not dissipate for a long time.

He Yanlu held his head, feeling that he was being used. (==)

In order to make himself feel better, he began to miss Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei actually slept very deeply in the morning, no matter how he played with it, he closed his eyes lazily. When his stomach was scratched by himself, he only softly "meowed", and then curled up his tail and hid in the bed.Is it that sleepy?Do cats sleep like that?

He Yanlu looked at his watch. It was almost ten o'clock. He didn't know if Xiao Hei had woken up, what he would do when he woke up, and whether he would feel lonely if he didn't see him...

The time to think about the black cat quickly passed.

When the get out of class was over, the lecturer called He Yanlu over. He Yanlu approached the other party with doubts and unease, with a strong sense of resistance. Obviously, the other party had left a bad impression in his heart and was forcibly assigned to the " Bad guys keep their distance" category.

The lecturer smiled at him and said, "I am very impressed with your cat. If possible, I hope to have a private chat with you, your cat."

At this moment, He Yanlu felt his scalp go numb.