Cat Breeding Manual

"Lord Zhongyuan, are you at home?"

There was a knock on the door for a while, and then it quieted down again.

The person who came to Zhongya Zhongyuan was a newcomer who had just joined the port mafia, and he naturally maintained a mysterious sense of fear for his boss.

Everyone said that among the five major cadres, Master Zhong Yuan was the most sympathetic to his subordinates, although he seemed irritable.

It's just that Xiaomengxin, who has just joined the job, still doesn't dare to break the tranquility of Zhongye in the Central Plains in the morning.

【Is anyone here? 】

[Fushimi?Aren't you in charge of picking up Mr. Zhongyuan today? How come you still have time to chat. 】

[Yeah, Master Zhongyuan is going on a business trip today. Although you have a good temper, you can't make people wait too long. 】

Xiaomeng paused for a moment. The work group who had been chatting changed the topic instantly after he appeared. He raised his head and looked at the silent and luxurious three-story mansion. Only a few sparrows flew by occasionally, and pressed the button again. keyboard.

[But——Master Zhongyuan, it seems that you are not at home? 】

【? ! 】

[The punctual Master Zhongyuan?That Lord Zhongyuan who is as accurate as a clock? 】

The chat group exploded, and dozens of messages appeared in a rush, and the topics became more and more crooked.

On such an idle morning, it is a good time to discuss gossip.

[Speaking of which, Mr. Zhongyuan is not young anymore, it is indeed time for some nightlife. 】

[I heard that Lord Zhongyuan was walking with a woman a few days ago. 】

[Puff puff puff, it seems that Fushimi-kun has to wait. 】

……

So what is the owner of the topic, Nakahara Chuya, doing?

The biological clock of Chuya Zhongyuan has always been very stable. With the clear chirping sound in front of the window, he wakes up at the same time almost every day.

The sleeping posture of the young man with ochre-haired is very good, with a head of soft ochre-colored hair hanging neatly on his shoulders, making the young man's already delicate face even more immature.

Appearance has never been considered by the young man, so he pushed back the few strands of hair falling on his forehead very carelessly, revealing his smooth and full forehead for a short time.

Just the next moment, a trace of doubt appeared in the youth's cobalt blue pupils.

In a place where he could not see, a pair of cat ears that appeared at an unknown time moved with the owner, and the ocher ears, which were similar in color to the hair, were almost submerged in the hair, with only a few remaining strands of fur showing sharp corners.

Is it an illusion, why do you feel that you have touched something strange on your hand?

Feeling the fluffy touch from his hands, Nakahara Zhong also walked into the bathroom with doubts.

In the next second, a scorching red light filled the entire mansion, and the door of the bathroom flew away from the wall in an instant, hitting the white wall of the room with a snap.

The door of the bathroom, died at the age of three months.

The violent voice of the young man also resounded through the empty mansion, and the violent emotions were about to overflow——

"what?"

This is the fucking way he got up?

Looking at the cute cat ears standing up and shaking, and the long fluffy tail swaying left and right to remind him of his presence, Nakahara was also silent.

The cat ears on the top of the young man's head trembled slightly as he walked, even under the young man's fierce expression, he tried his best to exude his unique cuteness.

In simple terms--

How the hell are your cat ears the same as the ones that were born on his head? !

The Central Plains cadres breathed out fragrance.

Is it a prank?

But apart from that guy Dazai Osamu, Nakahara couldn't think of anyone else he knew who would have such a bad taste.

In fact, even his meeting with a strange woman that was rumored in the port mafia before.

That so-called strange woman was also that lunatic Osamu Dazai.

A few days ago, Nakahara owed favors everywhere by his lifelong enemy and ex-partner Osamu Dazai, who called him to return the favor after a phone call.

Since Osamu Dazai defected from the port mafia, Chuya Nakahara was frequently assigned out missions by the leader, and the days he stayed in Yokohama can be counted on the palm of his hand.

This time, it has been three months since the last time.

As for why he still owes that bastard mackerel a favor?

Zhong Yuanzhong also refused to answer this question.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had just returned from a business trip that day and was called over as soon as he made a phone call, was also very irritable.

"Hey, you bastard, don't call me around like a delivery man."

"Allah, chuuya, the one who owes favors is not yourself?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped in his tracks: "? Who are you?"

The long-haired woman with her back to him in front of him was wearing a familiar light brown windbreaker, her dark black hair curly like seaweed hanging down to her waist.His deep and gentle voice was very similar to the mackerel in his memory, and even the feeling of thorns in his speech was exactly the same.

But... what is this long-haired mackerel?

Osamu Dazai turned around, his long black hair swayed in the air with his movements, looking as suitable as his own natural hair.

The kite-colored eyes narrowed slightly, Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a good mood, but when he spoke, he threw himself at Chuya Nakahara maliciously.

"It's too much, Chuya~ Today is a great holiday, there is no fun at all, how can you find your sweetheart? It seems that the slug is destined to split itself."

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also held down the throbbing veins on his face, suppressed his anger and didn't care about which tendon was wrong with his annoying ex-partner.

"Tell me something, I'm not a big idler like you."

It's just that he didn't expect that it was only a short meeting, even less than half an hour, but it happened to be bumped into by one of his subordinates.

Rumors always travel fast.

Even Koyo Ozaki believed the rumor, and approached Nakahara Nakaya with a smile to ask about it.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Sooner or later he was going to kill the mackerel.

At the end of the memory, the Central Plains cadre looked at the cute cat ears shaking from time to time in the mirror and fell silent.

The voice of his subordinates calling him passed through the wall and passed into his ears exactly.

Can--

How can he go to work like this?

In the three days since returning to Yokohama, besides the high-level gangsters, Nakahara has only seen Osamu Dazai.

Unable to find the culprit, Nakahara easily put the blame on this prank-loving ex-partner.

His big sword has been sharpened, Dazai, bastard, just wait to die!

On the other side, Osamu Dazai, who was sitting in the office of the Armed Detective Agency and teasing the little tiger, suddenly sneezed loudly.

"Ah-"

"Mr. Dazai, are you alright?"

"Ah, it's okay, it's probably some beautiful lady who wants to die in love with me."

Osamu Dazai touched the tip of his slightly cold nose, propped his chin with one hand, the bandage wrapped around his hand fluttered in the wind, and a dark black wig like seaweed was placed beside the seat.

His fingers were wrapped around the black hair, and he spun around following the lines on it, humming a strange tune that he couldn't hear.

"...Mr. Dazai, you still have this wig."

Nakajima Atsushi moved the thick stack of documents in his hands to Kunikida Doppo's desk beside him, looking at the wig with helpless eyes.

It was Halloween a few days ago, and everyone in the Armed Detective Agency played a dress-up game with great interest. Everyone dressed up in a completely different appearance from the impression.

It's just that Atsushi Nakajima passively accepted the decoration of long silver hair as the cute new little tiger arranged.

Fortunately, his predecessor, Osamu Dazai, also had long hair like seaweed, but in comparison, this person was much more excited than him.

...and even went out with a wig on openly! ?

The little tiger refused to recall the day's chicken and dog jumping.

"Hehe, Dunjun, don't you think it's interesting?"

"interesting?"

He can't appreciate the wit at all, Mr. Dazai.

Osamu Dazai stopped answering him, the corners of his mouth slightly curved into an inconspicuous arc, his kite-colored eyes stared at the black hair in front of him, and his smile grew stronger as if he saw something interesting.

The reaction the slug showed was really funny.