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I'm shocked!

Wang Jian looked around. Although it was night, he could still clearly see the surrounding scenery with the faint moonlight.

It seemed to be the parking area under a building. He had been sleeping, leaning against a car tire. Nearby was a trash can emitting various strange smells, including what seemed like rotten strawberries and expired pork, making him feel nauseous.

Forcing his attention away from the trash can, Wang Jian stretched out his paw and examined it closely.

Yellow, dirty fur, black paw pads—it was definitely a cat's paw!

Without needing to be taught, as if by instinct, he knew how to use it.

With a 'swoosh,' five sharp claws extended from the tip of his paw.

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Wang Jian thought again, and the claws retracted.

"Huh, interesting. No, no, how did I turn into a cat?" Wang Jian's mind was a bit confused.

He really wanted to shout 'WTF,' but after being hit with a plastic bottle earlier, he didn't dare to make any random noises.

Thinking carefully, he seemed to have been speaking not human language, but a ghostly 'meow' sound.

Wang Jian pondered, "Am I dreaming? But this dream feels too real, doesn't it?"

He could smell the contents of the nearby trash can, and the cold touch of the ground, the feeling of the surrounding air, were all so real.

Too cold!

Wang Jian shivered again and quickly tried to jump onto the tire, but one of his hind legs seemed to have a problem and wouldn't work properly. He struggled for a while before managing to climb up.

The wind was blocked by the car, and the rubber was less conductive than the ground, which helped prevent heat loss.

Thankfully, his stomach seemed relatively full; his intestines were moving, and food was being converted into heat.

Wang Jian curled up into a ball, covering his head with his tail, and gradually warmed up a bit.

"Did I turn into that disabled ginger cat I fed today?"

He recalled carefully but couldn't help but wonder, "The last thing I did today seemed to be going to bed, right? Am I dreaming? System? System, come out here?"

Wang Jian called for the system several times, but the system didn't appear.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Jian was dazed.

Never mind, let's get some sleep. Maybe after a sleep, I'll turn back into a human.

Wang Jian didn't want to spend too much energy thinking; the constant cold reminded him to sleep early and conserve energy.

...

"Boom, boom..."

Wang Jian was fast asleep when he was suddenly awakened by the roar of an engine.

Startled, he opened his eyes and found himself still on the tire under the car, and the car was about to start.

"WTF, no!"

Wang Jian cried out in panic, scrambling to get up and jump off the tire, but his disabled hind leg slowed him down.

The wheel had already begun to move slowly. Wang Jian tried his best to run to the outside of the car, screaming loudly, "Aaaaaah! Help! Yamete!"

The car stopped again, the window rolled down, and the driver poked his head out, spotting a dirty, lame ginger cat hopping away.

He waited patiently, and when he saw Wang Jian had run far enough, he continued driving.

"Huff..." Wang Jian stared blankly at the receding figure of the car, his heart pounding violently in his chest. A sense of relief washed over him, and he plopped down on the ground.

He almost thought he was going to die. He hadn't experienced anything so thrilling in all his years as a human. He wanted to reach out and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but he realized he didn't have hands, only dirty paws, and no sweat to wipe.

However, his paws seemed a bit sticky and uncomfortable, so Wang Jian started licking them, slurping and slurping.

As he licked, he spat in disgust.

Ptooey, ptooey!

Although his stomach was still relatively full, he would soon be hungry again if he didn't find something to eat.

Good thing he fed himself a full meal earlier!

Wang Jian hopped along with his lame leg, pondering his cat life plan in his mind: "Although I don't know why, I really did turn into a cat. First, I need to find food and survive, then find the building I live in and see how I've changed..."

Wang Jian felt that although he was now a cat, his human soul was still there, so finding food shouldn't be a problem.

It's just begging, right!

Just find someone, stop them, and see if they'll give him something to eat.

Oh, there's a young man in his twenties up ahead!

The young man wearing a yellow hat was standing by the flower bed at the entrance of the building, seemingly waiting for someone, looking at his phone to pass the time.

Wang Jian hopped over to the yellow hat's feet and called out loudly, "Meow!"

The yellow hat was startled, looked down, and immediately saw a dirty ginger cat squatting at his feet, looking up at him.

"Get lost!"

The yellow hair shouted angrily.

WTF!

Wang Jian was startled and quickly hopped away.

He had been thinking of just finding someone, pestering them with a few meows, and they would definitely give him something to eat.

Wang Jian didn't dare to pester him; what if he got kicked?

He walked away a bit and suddenly felt very wronged. He was clearly a cat now, and a very pitiful one at that, so why was he being yelled at? Are there really people who don't like cats?

Thinking about it, it might be because his image was too bad.

But how good can a stray cat's image be?

But if it were him, seeing a cat actively approaching, no matter how dirty or miserable it was, he would pet it.

...

One morning, nothing gained.

Wang Jian walked along the edge of the road and saw some parents and children out for a walk in the morning.

Some children were willing to get close to him and play with him, but they were quickly called back by their mothers, who said he was dirty, had bacteria, and they should go back and wash their hands immediately.

As a result, he was petted a few times, but no one fed him anything.

Wang Jian almost wanted to cry.

Just petting and not feeding, that's blatant freeloading!

Look at how skinny I am, look at this disabled leg behind me, you're just staring blankly without feeding such a pitiful kitten!

One child even grabbed his ear, and Wang Jian was in so much pain that he was about to cry. He "hissed" and puffed up his fur, scaring the child away before he kicked him, shouting that the cat was going to scratch him.

The parents also picked up stones, wanting to throw them at him. Wang Jian quickly hopped away, while turning back to "spit" at them.

Tears welled up, but he could only swallow them.

Although he was bullied, Wang Jian didn't want to scratch anyone, because his claws really didn't look very clean.

"Is there anyone kind enough to give me something to eat!"

Wang Jian squatted under a small tree, crying out in despair.

He really didn't want to rummage through the trash can!

Just thinking about that rotten meat, that smell... Ugh!!

And even if he couldn't bear the hunger and forced himself to eat those things in the trash can, what if he got sick?

Can he only gamble on his resistance and recovery?

A little girl, hearing Wang Jian's mournful cry, walked over hesitantly.

Oh!?

Wang Jian's eyes lit up when he saw the little girl walking towards him, and he quickly squatted on the ground, hiding his disabled leg to make his image look better, appearing extremely well-behaved, and called out again with longing.