Cat Breeding Manual

Zhong Yuanzhong also lay on the soft sofa, and began to ponder why he appeared in this place.

Yes, the room he is in right now is the residence of Osamu Dazai.

Nakahara probably knew where Osamu Dazai lived, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Cobalt blue almond eyes casually scanned the entire space. Osamu Dazai's current residence seems to be the type of a single apartment, and everything is neatly tidied up, except that there are piles of long bandages scattered on the dining table.

After leaving the port mafia, the blue mackerel's residence has really become more and more shabby.

Well, after all, this guy was never able to save money when he was still in the port mafia.It seems that after I heard that I went to the Armed Detective Agency, I was even more in debt.

What a poor and pathetic blue mackerel.

Zhongyuan Meow folded her paws gracefully, closed her eyes and disliked her incomprehensible ex-partner.

As for why he is here?

Zhong Yuanzhong also said that the world is so hostile to a kitten, and he is just a weak kitten, it is impossible to resist the malice from the world.

Just like-

The mint-colored cat bag on the porch.

Humanity!How could such a thing be invented to carry cats!

The victim, Zhong Yuanzhong, also expressed his complaint.

I was a little excited for a while, forgetting that I was still a human being half a day ago.

Things start an hour ago.

Osamu Dazai sent out the invitation in a happy mood, and after finishing speaking, he went to hug the cat.

The ochre-colored cat stood up vigilantly and lowered its body like a predator, its cobalt blue almond eyes followed Dazai Osamu's hand without stopping, and the fluffy tail behind it also began to slow down its swaying speed.

Central Plains Chuya:?

I see you Osamu Dazai is thinking about Peach.

Before the pair of slender hands covered with bandages could touch him, Zhongyuan Meow decided to strike first. When the claws were exposed, he tried to scratch them off with one paw, and the fur on the entire Meow's body began to explode.

Haruno Kirako came out of the president's office carrying the documents, just in time to see a confrontation between a man and a cat.

Miss Haruno was stunned. Judging from her many years of experience in sucking cats, the ocher cat in front of her was obviously in a state of stress.

Unable to bear Osamu Dazai's cuddly cat posture, Kirako Haruno slapped down the document, rushed over without saying a word, pulled Osamu Dazai back two steps, and began to question him.

"Mr. Dazai, wait a moment, don't just think about hugging...uh..."

In the middle of the conversation, I felt that it was too perfunctory to call the ocher cat in front of me a kitten, so Haruno Kirako asked the cat's name again with her eyes.

Dazai Osamu did not expect such a development. He obediently listened to Haruno Kirako's teaching, and understood the meaning of her eyes, and added with a smile: "Chuya, it's a good name."

"Chuya?" Haruno Qiluozi was stunned, always feeling that the name was too familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.

But this is not the most important thing in front of me. Miss Haruno shook her head, and unexpectedly took out another cat bag from nowhere, and warmly suggested that Osamu Dazai use the cat bag to transport ocher cats.

She warned Osamu Dazai in a serious manner: "Mr. Dazai, I think it looks like Chuya, and it should be an underage kitten. Then, it is easy to be frightened by unfamiliar environments. If you are not careful, it may Break free from your hand, and run to nowhere. Therefore, when you go out, you must use a safe and comfortable cat bag to make the cat feel at ease."

"puff,"

A very slight laugh leaked from the tip of Dazai Osamu's nose, he raised his hand to cover it, and nodded thoughtfully: "I see, I learned."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

He was absolutely right, the mackerel was mocking his figure again.

What's more, he's not some underage kitten, a fart cat bag, bastard Dazai Osamu!

No, the point is not why he wants to go home with Osamu Dazai, a green mackerel! ?

But after all, he is just an innocent and weak kitten, unable to resist the pressure of life falling on him.

Ms. Haruno Qiluozi is really a kind person. She not only gave dried fish and cat bags, but also taught Osamu Dazai how to hold a cat without making the cat feel uncomfortable.

She lightly passed through the cat's forelegs, and picked it up gently and quickly, so that Zhongyuan Cat almost didn't feel her body soaring into the air.

As a teaching act of friendship and support, Kirako Haruno helped Dazai Osamu put Nakahara Cat in the cat bag, and then zipped the cat bag up.

Central Plains · Weak Kitty · Chuya: ...

what just happened? !

He, Nakahara Chuya, the gravity manipulator, why was he locked in this cat bag? !

Does this person have any special attack skills against cats! ?

Haruno Qiluozi continued her teaching: "Like this window, it can be opened. Put some small toys or snacks here, and it will make the cat relax a lot."

She dumped out her long-unused inventory and enthusiastically sponsored it to Osamu Dazai.

"Say, Mr. Dazai, let the owner do this step. The cat must also be familiar with the owner's breath, so the stress reaction will not be so strong."

Osamu Dazai looked down at the little butterfly toy he just got in his hand, and the interest in his kite-colored eyes became more and more intense.He turned his head, bowed his body to the cat bag, and curled the corners of his lips at the ocher cat.

Central Plains Meow: ...

What kind of substantive malice is overflowing, can this world still be okay? !

only--

The ochre-colored kitten bit the little butterfly, its white paws firmly held down the fluttering wings of the little butterfly, and the attention of the cobalt blue almond eyes was completely shifted to the little toy.

What is this moving thing, interesting!

……etc! !Don't be knocked down by the enemy's sugar-coated bullets, Nakahara Chuya.

The ochre-colored kitten let go of the little butterfly, and fell into the soft cat bag with a look of lovelessness.

The cobalt blue almond eyes stared blankly at the layer of unchanging blue fabric above, and Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into deep thought.

His habit seems to be really getting closer to the cat?

It's not that Chuya Nakahara's consciousness has gradually become like a cat. To be precise, his temperament has begun to incorporate the curiosity and interest that cats would have.

How could such a superpower exist?It's almost like a ghost upper body.

If it is demonstrated from the point of view that there are really ghosts in the world, it is difficult for him to be possessed by the ghost of a cat.

But as long as he is still tyrannical all day long, the unique nature of the Rage God makes it impossible for him to be replaced.

In other words, Huangbatu can only be Zhongya of the Central Plains, and Zhongye of the Central Plains can only be the unique Huangshen.

Thinking about it this way, when he came back to his senses, Zhong Yuan also found that he had been transported home by Osamu Dazai.

Central Plains Meow: ...

Is it his fault for being too focused, no!It's all that bastard's fault with the blue mackerel.

The technique of throwing the pot seems to have become more and more proficient.

"Wait a minute, Chuya, let's see what's going on with you later."

After returning home, Osamu Dazai suddenly became more serious, which made Nakahara Meow uncomfortable.

This green mackerel, isn't it waiting to play tricks on him again?

Taking advantage of the time when Osamu Dazai entered the bedroom and didn't know what he was doing, Meow Nakahara jumped off the sofa and patrolled the living room like a king.

Everything was tidied up, even the garbage in the trash can was disposed of, which was completely different from Osamu Dazai's seemingly frivolous personality.

Tsk, boring.

Zhong Yuan, who didn't know what he wanted to discover, sighed, and jumped onto the window sill deftly.

At a glance, outside the window is a busy street with people coming and going.

And just below, a white-haired young man passed by as if nothing had happened.There are purple triangular inverted lines on the fundus of his eyes, and he is very happy to squint his eyes slightly. His purple pupils are looking at the pink cotton candy in his hand, and he is gently pressing and pinching it, looking like he is enjoying it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat up abruptly, slowed down the swing of his tail, and lay vigilantly by the window to watch the white-haired young man.

Brandon Jesso?

How could he be in Yokohama!

Osamu Dazai walked out of the bedroom, scanned the room, and found that there was no trace of the ocher cat that should have been lying somewhere.

Um?What about the cat he just brought home? !