vstars Chapter 1: Raise a "Cat" for Me
Chapter 1: Raise a "Cat" for Me
Gu Zhibei was naked.
The mirror reflects the scene.
It's very long, about thirty centimeters.
The hair is fluffy and thick, with a clean and shiny color, neither dry nor oily.
It gives you the urge to hold it in your hands and examine it closely.
This is a cat.
Ci Hua Mao.
Gu Zhibei turned into a cat three days ago.
To be precise, I discovered I could turn into a cat three days ago.
Strange things happen all the time, but nothing is more amazing than a supernatural event that actually happens to you.
hateful.
If superpowers exist, why is mine so useless?
If they were to encounter other people with superpowers someday, they would all start discussing it amongst themselves...
Can you kick at the speed of light? Can you use Amaterasu?
Me? Oh.
I can turn into a cat.
Damn it, what's the use of turning into a cat!
Are you filming cats?
Of course, becoming a cat isn't without its advantages.
Especially when it wags its tail and crawls under a girl's skirt, all you'll hear is a reserved and shy gasp.
Instead of saying "pervert!" and giving him a slap.
"Ding~ Ding ding~" The phone alarm went off.
Gu Zhibei pressed a claw down on the screen.
Time is up.
These are the two limitations he discovered in three days.
Based on midnight each day.
Each time I transform into a cat, it takes an hour before I can transform back into a human.
The daily transformation time cannot exceed eight hours.
Whether there are any other limitations has not yet been determined.
These two restrictions alone pose a significant risk of exposure.
Moreover, Gu Zhibei transforms without wearing clothes.
In other words, if you turn into a cat and can't get home within the time limit...
He faces the double risk of exposure upon exposure!
On a whim, Gu Zhibei jumped off the washbasin.
The next moment, a soft light covered the tabby cat's body.
The white light gradually transformed from the shape of a cat into the shape of a human.
Gu Zhibei glanced at the bathroom mirror.
The boy in the mirror had a straight nose and clearly defined lips.
She had a pair of bright amber eyes.
He always looks at people with a hint of nonchalant weariness, like a cat that's getting lazy in the afternoon sun.
He looked away and put on the clothes that were placed to the side.
No one is home.
Both my parents are wildlife photographers, with a penchant for traveling the world and rarely returning home more than a few times a year.
Fortunately, the money was transferred promptly, and the two thousand yuan monthly allowance was enough for him, a senior high school student, to live on.
This also saves Gu Zhibei the trouble of explaining his changes.
In order to prevent those two unreliable people from keeping them as pets in their cat house.
He picked up his phone and opened a chat window.
After some deliberation, I typed out a short line of text.
Doraemon: I'm here!
Take the key and push open the door.
Gu Zhibei walked outside.
...
Carrying dinner for two, Gu Zhibei walked into a residential building with practiced ease.
These old-style residential buildings pay attention to feng shui, orientation, and even the number of floors.
The six-story building is right at the standard line for installing an elevator.
Gu Zhibei climbed all the way to the fifth floor and knocked on the door of 501.
After a while, a series of chaotic noises came from inside the house.
First, there was a "thud," the sound of something hitting the floor.
Then there's the sound of the wheels rolling and rubbing against the smooth ground.
Finally, a slightly muffled, feignedly calm, indifferent voice came through the door:
"What are you doing?"
"To make a small contribution to slowing down the aging of the population."
Gu Zhibei stopped knocking on the door.
"You... dare to defy the imperial decree?"
"...Get out!" The girl was clearly furious.
Gu Zhibei, however, was not in a hurry at all. Instead, he slowly took out a bunch of keys.
With a "click".
The door opened.
The girl's face, showing a mixture of fear and confusion, was suddenly exposed to his view.
"How...how do you have a key to my house?!"
"Of course, it was made using your key. Surprised?"
Gu Zhibei lowered his gaze, his tone indifferent.
"Jiang Youyu, temporary poverty does not mean a lifetime of mediocrity. Keep going."
The petite girl sitting in the large wheelchair was only wrapped in a thin bath towel.
Her tender skin, deprived of sunlight for so long, had a sickly pallor.
The part of her body exposed outside the bath towel was covered with a light sheen of water, and her long, black hair, which reached her waist, was also wet. It was clear that she hadn't dried herself before being called out of the bathroom.
Jiang Youyu was stunned, her face flushed bright red in an instant, like an enraged little beast, and she roared in a fit of anger:
"Get out of here!"
She pressed her hands firmly against Gu Zhibei's lower abdomen, as if trying to push him out.
It's breathing on itself again.
No matter how hard she tried, Gu Zhibei would push her, wheelchair and all, into the room, step by step, as she slightly tensed her abdomen.
By the time she closed the door, Jiang Youyu was already panting from exhaustion.
Her small face was gloomy, her fists clenched, like a respectable young woman being forced by a thief:
"What exactly do you want to do...?"
I brought you some food.
Seeing that the girl's eyes were filled with tears of grievance, Gu Zhibei stopped bullying her.
He placed the dinner box on the table and turned to look at Jiang Youyu, who was pretending to be mute:
"Are you sure you want to eat with me dressed like this?"
"..."
With a sullen face, she maneuvered her wheelchair into the bedroom.
Even when angry, he didn't forget to close the door to block that bastard's view.
The whooshing sound of the hairdryer conveyed the speaker's dissatisfaction.
Gu Zhibei shook his head, slightly regretful.
He glanced around the empty living room, finally looking at a group photo deliberately facing the wall in the corner.
The girl being held in someone's arms, with a man and a woman beside her.
Jiang Nian and Fang Hua are the girl's parents.
He died in a sudden mudslide six months ago.
From then on, Jiang Youyu, who was spared from the disaster, lost the ability to walk.
It was unrelated to physical health; the hospital diagnosed it as "post-traumatic stress disorder."
Severe psychological trauma causes the brain to translate emotional problems into physical symptoms.
In addition, Jiang Youyu was extremely resistant to communicating with the outside world, locking herself in her room. Even when her voice was hoarse from crying, she refused to go out, as if she had become a corpse that had not yet been cremated.
If things continue this way, Jiang Youyu, who has no one to rely on, will probably die of thirst at home.
Fortunately, Gu's mother and Yu's mother have been best friends since childhood.
She rushed back from abroad, dissuaded the girl from her suicidal thoughts, and then rushed back to work.
Finally, he casually tossed the burden to Gu Zhibei.
The handover process is as follows.
[Mom: You can treat her like your own mother, and prepare in advance for taking care of me in my old age]
[Doraemon: ?]
[Mom: Do you think I don't know what you boys are thinking? You should be grateful you have a beautiful young woman as your mom!]
Yes, and it was even said using WeChat.
As I was pondering this, the door opened.
Jiang Youyu, dressed in a little white dress, came out of the bedroom with a tense expression.
Because of her leg problems, she usually wears dresses that are easy to put on and take off.
The white skirt fell to her ankles, completely covering the girl's skin to prevent it from being seen by others.
"Remember to wear a short skirt next time," Gu Zhibei reminded him gently.
Jiang Youyu glared at him and said coldly, "This is my home. Don't push your luck."
"If you're going to push your luck, you should at least offer something in return. Can you give me something in return?"
Gu Zhibei's gaze fell on the girl's lips.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"I…"
She couldn't help but grip the hem of her skirt tightly and take a deep breath.
"Don't always be so self-righteous. I... I don't need anyone's concern, much less your pity. Anyway, Aunt Shen is abroad, and you don't need to waste your time on me. If you want to do good deeds, go... um—!"
Gu Zhibei pinched her face.
With a little force...
Her chubby little face instantly distorted, and the girl was forced to pout, making her originally stubborn expression look ridiculous.
"Gu... Gu Zhibei! You're asking for it!" Her eyes blazed with fury, and she wished she could scratch him to death with her claws.
I had clearly suppressed my shame and spoken my true feelings, but this bastard actually... actually...!
"Ha ha."
Gu Zhibei was amused by her wonderful changes in expression.
First came astonishment, then shame and indignation, and finally, furious rage.
He immediately took a close-up photo of the girl's face.
"You don't want this ugly photo to become my WeChat profile picture, do you?"
Jiang Youyu tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart, but could only pout and couldn't even speak clearly.
She gritted her teeth, looking as if she hated him intensely.
"What exactly do you want?!"
"It's very simple."
Gu Zhibei revealed a rather wicked smile.
"Please raise a 'cat' for me."