[Net King] My Family Trace Department Meow

"Atobe, are you asleep?"

Maki Xing lay obediently on her back on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling light without squinting, for fear of seeing something strange.

Atobe was now sleeping next to her bed—on the floor.

After she said "the bed is for you to sleep in", the young master who had always demanded a high-quality life exploded instantly as if his tail had been stepped on.

He raised his eyebrows, and snorted angrily: "I don't sleep in other people's beds!"

He obviously wanted to let her sleep in the bed, but he said it as if he disliked her.

The awkward young master who doesn't match his heart.

After a long while without getting a response from Atobe, Maki Xing finally couldn't help but turned sideways.Because the room was narrow, Keigo Atobe was within easy reach of her.Under her body was the clean bedding she found in the closet, and on her body was a coat she hadn't worn.There is no pillow, so I can only rest my hands on the back of my head.

Sensing that Maki Xing was looking at him, Atobe sat up: "Ah, what are you calling me for?"

...I couldn't sleep, so I yelled casually.

Maki Xing felt that if she said that, the other party would definitely give her a super gorgeous look.

After thinking about it, Maki Xing asked back: "Can't you sleep too?"

--Of course!

How is it possible to sleep in such a place?

Atobe looked down at the place where he was sitting. He was so narrow that he couldn't even stretch his arms.But this is indeed the most spacious and spacious place in Maki Xing's room.

It wasn't until this time that Atobe had some regrets—if he was still a cat now, he wouldn't have the trouble of not having enough room to move around.

So, the body is still a cat, and the human form is just a phantom, so why does he take up so much space? !

"The Department of Traces?"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and Maki Xing could only see the figure of Atobe sitting there, but made no sound.

Fell asleep while sitting?

Maki Xing sat kneeling beside the bed, propped her hands on the edge of the bed, leaned forward with half of her body, and looked over with her head.

As soon as Atobe looked up, he saw the scene where the girl's collar was tilted and exposed when the girl approached.

"Stupid! What are you doing?!"

"Eh--?!"

There was a muffled bang from upstairs.

Mamoru Maki, who was still settling accounts in the living room, looked up suspiciously.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door of Maki Xing's room.

"Xingzi, what's wrong with you?"

Inside the door, the girl's voice was vague: "I...I fell off the bed."

"You didn't fall, did you?"

"No, nothing! I'll continue to sleep! Good night, Dad!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside gradually going away, Maki Xing breathed a sigh of relief.But he raised his eyes to see the impatient expression of the young man under him, and took another breath.

She was startled by Atobe's sudden noise just now, and then rolled off the bed.

Then... hit Atobe.

The moment it hit Atobe's body, Maki Xing didn't know whether to be embarrassed or worried about Atobe's body first-after all, it was a fragile cat that was hit by her.

Thinking of this, San Muxing hurriedly tried to get up: "I'm sorry, I'll get up right away!"

"Where is your hand touching?!"

The good night vision ability of felines allows Atobe to see the current situation very clearly.

Maki Xing looked flustered, and picked a nearby place to support her hands, trying to stand up - but what she supported was his thigh.

The coldness between his fingers pierced through the thin summer trousers, making his throat astringent.

Atobe moved his hands as far away as possible, not to touch the girl, and said viciously: "Quickly get up for me!"

……

When Maki Xing climbed back onto the bed again, the only bit of drowsiness disappeared.

She raised her hand quietly, as if she wanted to see her fingers through the darkness.

A few minutes ago, there was still the boy's scorching body temperature between his fingers.Like a ball of fire, it burned to her face along the fingertips.

With the moonlight coming in through the curtains, she saw the boy's face with sharp edges and corners, and his brows and eyes were deep.His voice almost rang in her ears.It was like another fire, burning her earlobe red.

It's a completely different touch from holding a kitten.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever.Maki Xing squinted slightly, and couldn't help asking: "Atobe..."

Atobe, who was also not sleepy, leaned against the bed, trying not to look at Maki Anko.However, his excellent insight still allowed him to see the girl's series of actions in his eyes.

But it is rare that there is no complacency or dissatisfaction.

He replied softly, without revealing any flaws: "En?"

The girl's hands were pinched crumpled by the horns, her eyes flickered in the darkness: "...do you have a fever?"

"..."

You just got a fever, bastard!

The next day, when she was drowsy, Maki Xing suddenly remembered that Atobe used the body of a cat.

The cat's body temperature is 38 to 39 degrees.So every time she touched Atobu, the burning feeling was not because of blushing and heartbeat, but because the other person's body temperature was really high.

Wanting to understand this point, Maki Xing finished her work, and when she met Atobe again, her expression was much more magnanimous.

"What's for lunch?"

The girl opened the door and walked in, walked straight to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator door, "Dad saved chicken today... Do you want fried chicken nuggets?"

She turned her head, looked at Atobe who was sitting by the sofa reading the newspaper, and patted herself on the forehead again.

"I eat chicken nuggets, you eat poached chicken breast."

It seems that he is no longer embarrassed, and he is in the mood to tease him.

Atobe raised his chin noncommittally, and continued to read the newspaper on the table.

In the morning, this woman didn't even dare to look him in the eyes, and staggered out to work while half asleep.

If he hadn't found an excuse to stay in the house, maybe San Muxing would have to spend this morning in sleepwalking at work.

Atobe propped his forehead with his hands, staring at the back of Maki Anko who was busy in the kitchen.Just the step of cutting the chicken into pieces and coating it with fried flour can make a mess in the whole kitchen.

Atobe can't help but suspect that perhaps the level of animal feed made by Sanaki is better than that of human food.

Maki Xing is really a very contradictory existence.

Can communicate with animals, keep company with animals every day, and have almost no friends.If you get a little closer to the opposite sex, you will be shy and afraid to look directly at the opposite sex.She hates all troublesome things, but she has a heart that is more enthusiastic than anyone else.

She is timid but bold, clumsy and sharp.

Complex... yet simple.

In the next second, Atobe decided to cross out the evaluation of sharpness.

This is obviously a fool!

Atobe walked over quickly, pulled Maki Anko away from the splashing oil pan, and quickly turned off the gas.

"...Are you sure you're making fried chicken, not fried kitchen?!"

Being dragged to a safe range by Atobe, Maki Xing was still thinking about which step went wrong.

She seldom makes troublesome dishes like fried chicken, after all, she is usually in a hurry.Now that the garden is closed for renovation, there are several areas that do not need to be cleaned, so she has a slightly longer lunch break.Unexpectedly, cooking according to the method found on the Internet can go wrong.

"There is still water on the meat." Atobe glanced at the chicken nuggets covered in fried powder, and said helplessly, "Didn't you take a home economics class?"

Fried chicken, a home-cooked dish, is the most basic item in the home economics class of Ice Emperor Academy, and even he can do it.

"I passed it..." But I just barely passed.

Seeing what the girl hadn't finished speaking, when the oil pan gradually cooled down, Atobe pointed to the cooking table and said, "Take out the fried chicken that was just dropped."

"For those that haven't been cooked yet, you should coat them with fried powder first."

"The oil temperature should not be too high, or it will splash again."

"It can be fished out, let it dry for a while, and then re-fried in the pan."

Following Atobe's instructions step by step, Sanaki Xing looked at the good-looking fried chicken on the plate, and excitedly brought it to Atobe: "It actually succeeded!"

Atobe leaned against the kitchen door, and glanced at him in distaste: "How could it fail with the guidance of my uncle?"

"You can even cook..." What else can this young master not know?

What she picked up was not a puppet cat, but a Doraemon!

Seemingly very satisfied with Maki Xing's adoring and amazed eyes, Atobe's mouth curled up, giving Maki Xing a rare smile: "I am omnipotent."

Sincerely praised Atobe, when Sanaki Xing was about to taste the chicken nuggets, the sound of a car honking not far away made her stand up subconsciously.

"There are guests here?"

But isn't the park closed today?

But after a while, Maki Xing saw a tourist bus parked outside the closed gate.

"Sorry, our zoo is closed for renovation today..."

She opened the wooden gate of the zoo, and pointed apologetically at the park closure notice beside the gate.His eyes fell on the Q-version portrait printed on the tourist bus, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he looked.

Maki Xing turned her head abruptly, and looked at Atobe who was following, "Isn't this you?!"

"Ah..." Atobu frowned, watching one, two, three or four people get off the bus, his forehead twitched.

Ninja Yuuji was the last to come down.

He raised his hands innocently, with helpless brows and eyes, but there was an insincere smile on the corner of his mouth: "I think you should need help, so—"

"Atobe really turned into a cat? Meow meow?"

The red-haired boy squatted in front of the gray-white cat, tilted his head to look at him, and stretched out his hand to do what his partner had done, but was quickly dodged by the well-prepared Atobe.

The boy wearing the baseball cap backward straightened his cap, his eyes were full of suspicion: "Renzu, you won't be cheated, right?"

The orange-haired boy was dragged down by the red-haired boy, and he seemed to be still asleep, so he muttered to Maki Anko: "Atobe...how did you get shorter?"

"I'm not Atobe..."

Not to mention Atobe, Maki Xing felt a bit of a headache when facing the three strange boys who suddenly appeared in front of him, "That cat is Atobe."

After Maki Anko finished speaking, there was another guy squatting in front of Atobe.

Akutagawa Jiro stared at the cat that took half a step back, and rubbed his eyes: "As expected of Atobe, becoming a cat is also the most gorgeous!"

"Ci Lang, do you think you can escape by boasting so much!" Xiang Riyue shouted at Ci Lang's cunning, and said with puffed cheeks, "You were the one who brought that black cat over!"

"But it was you who hit it..."

"Who told Liang to hold it and guard it next to the court!"

...Cut, it's too bad.

Ryo Shishido, who was named, covered his lips with a fist in embarrassment, and turned his head awkwardly.

It wasn't because Chotaro said that he wanted to touch the black cat after the game, so he waited beside the cat with his arms in his arms.

It's not that he wants to lick the cat!He is a firm dog!

"Anyway, come in first."

San Muxing opened the door, invited these four people in, and looked at the too empty tourist bus: "Is there anyone else?"

Shinobu Yushi conveniently helped Maki Xing hold the door, looked at Atobe and added: "Students have training today, come back tomorrow."

After the words fell, Maki Anko seemed to have seen a certain nerve in Atobe break down.

"I asked you to come here to help, but I didn't ask you to bring everyone from the tennis club!!!"

Shinobu couldn't understand what Atobe was meowing about, but seeing the other party's blown tail hair, he could guess that it wasn't something good.

——"Yushi Ninzu, please explain clearly to me!!!"

The author has something to say: Kyoko: Atobe, you look like Doraemon (☆w☆)

Later, I searched Doraemon's trace department: (╬￣盘￣) I'd better be a puppet cat