Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

The feline faced the swivel chair with a face full of bitterness and hatred. Under Dazai Osamu's nose, he had to support the cushion with both hands in humiliation, and climbed up with his buttocks sticking out.

His long tail was originally tightly covered by the foreign skirt, but now due to his movements, the tip of the fluff came out of it, probing and wriggling, as if deliberately attracting other people's attention.

——If he wasn't too tired, he could have jumped up with his bouncing power. He was really sleepy...

As soon as the word "sleepy" came to mind, the cat, who had managed to sit still, raised its head and yawned big. A pair of green cat pupils were soaked in water vapor, like two stars rolling on delicate branches and leaves. Dewdrops, looking like they are about to drip.

"Ha Chi-huh?"

He habitually wanted to raise his hand to rub his face, but his reddened eyes touched something cool one step earlier, which made him subconsciously utter aloud in confusion.

Osamu Dazai kept his hand outstretched and looked down from above the back of the chair.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds before he continued to move his fingers, wiped away the tears from the other party, and sighed softly: "Really, no wonder they like you so much, it's really foul... ..."

Cats always open a pair of round and innocent eyes, reaping the love of human beings with an innocent attitude, but they seem to be unaware of it, and can slip away by shaking their tails at any time.

Seemingly harmless, it's actually more cunning than any creature.

"One of the inferior roots of human beings is that they are willing to chase things that can never be grasped." He said something incomprehensible to himself, then retracted his arms amidst the bewildered expression of the other party, and turned around. Standing by the window, staring at the outside world earnestly, as if considering whether to jump off right now.

Although to others, the messy behavior pattern and the suicidal tendencies that pop up from time to time are very weird, but Juri feels that he has returned to normal, and he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Anyway, the farther away this guy is from himself, the safer he will be.

The feline shook its ears, picked up the pen on the table, and prepared to fill up a tube from the ink bottle for use.However, he really couldn't cope with learning related supplies, and he had to scramble for a long time every time, making his hands black and black, so he could barely succeed.

Therefore, he is better at patting paw prints directly on the paper than writing from a dictionary—but unfortunately, his devil literature teacher does not approve of such a perfunctory behavior.

"It's strange, why do I always smell a fragrance..."

He lowered his head, sniffed his gradually discolored palms, and instantly felt a nerve-stimulating smell climb up, quickly rushing into his brain.

This feeling was somewhat similar to the aroma (catnip smell) that he smelled on Zhongyuan Zhongye, but it was stronger than it, making him seem to be following his head, and the scene in front of him became a double image.

He faintly felt that something was wrong, but the head that had been hit couldn't think normally at all. The whole cat wobbled and wanted to stand up, but with all its strength, it rolled directly under the table with a grunt.

"what happened to you?"

The instigator watched with interest for a while, then simply squatted down, and blatantly pinched the animal ears that he didn't want others to touch.

It is rare for the two small black ears to stay honestly between the fingers. The soft fluff is very addictive to the touch, much better than all kinds of high imitation products on the market, and it belongs to the type that cannot be stopped once playing.

What's more, their owners can provide feedback in time, whimpering and wrapping their tails around his arms, as if they don't know whether to throw the troublemaker farther away or pull him closer.

Shuli struggled for a while, but he really couldn't resist the temptation, so he could only give up and order: "Touch, touch again... I like to have my ears touched, um..."

He consciously used the tone of his master, but in fact he was so soft that he seemed to be acting like a baby, and there was still a soft snore in his throat, obviously he was so excited that he didn't know where to go.

At this moment, his vision is full of colorful lights, and he can't see the face of the person in front of him clearly. He only thinks that the person in front of him is a mass of dark shadows, covering him like a cloud.

Osamu Dazai became very playful, leaned over and started teasing the cat, coaxing: "Then you have a nice voice, come on, call Mr. Dazai—"

"Ta, Dazai..."

The feline who always called him by his first name subconsciously resisted, but driven by instinct, he had to change his mouth and called out the respectful name against his will: "Mr. Dazai, touch me..."

The eyes of the person whose name was called deepened, as if he still felt that it was not shameful enough, and said with a smile: "Oh, the intimacy is not enough, why not replace it with...Mr. Zhi? Think about it, it seems that no one has ever called me that ah."

The cat owner, who couldn't get the service of smoothing hair, became visibly irritable. He flicked his tail and wanted to slap him, but then changed to gently rubbing his chin halfway to flatter him, sweeping back and forth softly.

Shuli's eyes were out of focus, and his pupils dilated extremely, making the cat's pupils round and cute, like a layer of fog, exuding a slight sense of moisture.Compared with the previous address, the latter seemed to make him instinctively unable to utter a word, he hesitated for a long time and refused to say anything.

"Knock Knock-"

The two hadn't decided on the winning side, when there was a cautious knock on the door.

The black-haired boy curled his lips in disappointment, said "Come in" casually, and stood up, ready to see which guy who didn't know how to pick the time ran over to seek death.

Probably stimulated by his sudden departure, the hesitant cat's tail finally let go of its dignity and wrapped itself tremblingly around his wrist. At the same time, a pitiful call came.

"Mr. Zhi, Mr. Zhi, is it alright? Don't leave, touch it again..."

"..."

The unlucky subordinate who inexplicably broke into the strange scene swallowed his saliva nervously. Seeing his boss's expression turned cloudy and clear, he couldn't help feeling in his heart: Mr. Dazai's bad taste, I really want people to call the police! ...wait a minute, we seem to be the mafia.

Besides, if messing around with one's abilities is considered an illegal act, the first one to be arrested would probably be the leader...?

He couldn't help shivering, and decided to erase this memory on the spot, but fortunately, the young man in front of him didn't intend to pursue it, he just raised the corners of his lips, and asked in a formulaic way: "Report quickly, don't waste time. "

"Yes, yes...Mr. Dazai, there is something wrong with the prisoners in secret detention. Officer Hongye would like to trouble you to go over there."

"Oh? This job is quite meaningful."

Osamu Dazai looked down at the dazed and annoying felines under his feet, as if he had thought of something interesting, he replied briskly, "Tell Sister Hongye, I'll be there soon."

——Just in time, it’s time to arrange some more interesting special training.