The Cub Comes from Planet Meow 99

Chapter 99: Meow

When Jing Mi returned, he didn’t see Wang Qiyou in his original seat.

After asking a few classmates to no avail, he called Wang Qiyou directly.

A few seconds later, the call connected, and some noisy sounds came through.

Jing Mi asked anxiously: “Brother You, where are you? Are you drunk?”

A soft “mm” came from the other side, replying: “Downstairs.”

Jing Mi went downstairs immediately.

This was his first time seeing Wang Qiyou drunk.

Because of the experience of getting drunk on rice wine when he was little, Jing Mi was very concerned about drunkenness.

Another time, Big Papa got drunk at a social event and vomited at home. Little him was startled and worried for a long time.
Little Papa was calm, cooked hangover soup for Big Papa, and told him an old story from a long time ago: At that time, he was still the kitten Mimi. Big Papa drank too much at a social event, came back and vomited, almost vomiting on the kitten who approached. Fortunately, Little Papa was quick-eyed and quick-handed, saving the kitten in time.
After hearing this, Jing Mi was silent for a long time, even more repulsed by alcohol.

Didn’t know how much Brother You drank tonight…

Sending such garbled characters looked very bad, but his voice on the phone was still relatively clear.

When he saw Wang Qiyou, he was sitting on the electric scooter downstairs, staring blankly at the resin dolls on the rearview mirror. The phone was easily held in one hand. The eighteen-year-old boy had large palms and was tall. The electric scooter was actually getting crowded for the two of them.

Having drunk too much and blown by the wind, his cheeks were slightly red.

Although drunk, his body and brain somewhat out of control, he hadn’t reached the point of vomiting.

Catching a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, his gaze moved from the resin dolls to the person coming.

Meeting his gaze, Jing Mi strode towards him, his face full of unreserved worry: “Why did you come out alone? Drank too much? How do you feel? Shall I take you home?”

Wang Qiyou asked instead of answering: “Are we going to KTV later?”

The class monitor said in the group chat earlier that they would go to a nearby KTV to sing after dinner, and the private room had been booked.

But attendance wasn’t mandatory. Some classmates didn’t live in the city, and it wouldn’t be convenient to go back late, so it didn’t matter if they didn’t go singing.

But Jing Mi lived in the city, very convenient, and he was the only music student in the class. He usually participated actively in such activities.

Wang Qiyou wasn’t drunk enough to have to go home and lie down like a corpse. He could still accompany him to KTV for a while. Anyway, he was tone-deaf and only responsible for listening to songs.

But he just wanted to take Mimi away.

He was afraid someone else would confess to Mimi like Fu Ruan.

Afraid Mimi would really accept someone’s confession.

During this time, because of Great-Grandpa Jiang’s urging and Mimi’s eagerness to try dating, he suddenly became very strange.

He imagined the scene of Mimi being with someone else in his mind—Mimi would definitely be intimate with that person, singing in that person’s ear, talking on the phone for hours with that person, going to play with that person whenever free, traveling with that person…

And as an ordinary friend, he would definitely be pushed to second place in everything.

He couldn’t accept it and didn’t want Mimi to fall in love.

He checked online; this belonged to the category of possessiveness between friends.

Moreover, he used to be a dog.

Dogs’ territorial awareness and possessiveness were no less than cats’.

In the estate before, when his parents’ friends brought other dogs over, he would also be jealous if his parents petted that dog. But he was a well-trained police dog and wouldn’t do anything to other dogs, only whining coquettishly to attract his parents’ attention, playing ball harder to prevent that dog from grabbing it, and hiding his favorite toys to prevent that dog from touching them.

Until the end of the college entrance examination, he thought so, and hadn’t thought of a way to break the situation.

But tonight, seeing Mimi called away to confess on the terrace, his mind suddenly became a mess, his heart racing like on a roller coaster, afraid that he, who already wanted to try dating, would agree in the next second.

When Fu Ruan asked “Jing Mi, do you want to fall in love,” he wanted to rush out.

But the remaining reason glued his legs.

How could a puppy police officer act impulsively?

This was a professional taboo.

And… after rushing out? What would he do? What could he change?

Fortunately, Jing Mi refused the other party.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But more emotions rushed over, making his brain, already dizzy from alcohol, even dizzier.

The standard for selecting police dogs was never dogs with no desires like capybaras, but dogs with strong desires by nature. Such dogs would be better trained with rewards and punishments.

His steadiness and self-control were just appearances; the inside couldn’t be changed, just like DNA sequences.

“What kind of person do you like?”
“I don’t know either.”
“Then what kind do you hate?”
“Don’t know.”
“What about hated things? Are there any hated things?”
…

To Fu Ruan’s questions, he also couldn’t help giving answers in his heart.

He liked kittens, liked Mimi, gradually becoming a liking more than just friends.
He hated people and animals snatching Mimi from him. Maybe it was just possessiveness out of friendship and canine nature before, but he could be sure it wasn’t just that now.

It wasn’t that no one confessed to Mimi before, but at that time Mimi hadn’t graduated and become an adult, and had no feelings for love, always refusing decisively, turning around to find him chatting and laughing the next second.
He had nothing to fear.

Now he couldn’t stand even a little pressure.

He had seen a video joke online. A family raised a dog. The dog was a bit picky about food, eating half and leaving half every time. Later, a friend boarded another dog at his house. Afraid the remaining dog food would be stolen by the boarded dog, that dog ate it clean every time, leaving nothing.

He felt he was in this situation now.

The coping method was also clear—

Eat it clean, giving no chance to other dogs.

…

Getting on the scooter, Wang Qiyou didn’t wear a helmet, pressing his face against Jing Mi’s back.

This was one of the few times Jing Mi rode the scooter carrying him.

In early June, both wore only thin short-sleeved T-shirts, and body heat merged easily.

So hot.

The body was hot, and the wind was hot too.

The alcohol kicked in. Wang Qiyou felt his brain getting dizzier, his hands and feet weak. Afraid of falling, he wrapped his arms tightly around Jing Mi’s waist.

Jing Mi’s waist was very thin, with no fat or muscle, easily wrapped by him. Occasionally dragged by him to exercise, but not interested, always resting aside watching him after a while. Occasionally touching his muscles with a look of liking, then lying flat again not long after.
Just like the kitten in the story Kitten Fishing, chasing butterflies and dragonflies half-heartedly, catching no fish.

Wang Qiyou couldn’t help curling his lips.

Brain occupied by alcohol, IQ seemed to have regressed to a few years old.

At that time, they were just little kids who returned to Earth from Planet Meow and Planet Woof.

They had unique secrets and bonds.

…

At a red light, Jing Mi stopped the scooter steadily in front of the crosswalk, glancing around casually.

The street around was full of shops. A little yellow dog, possibly free-range or stray, was wandering by the roadside. After meeting eyes, it wagged its tail at Jing Mi.

Dogs are such a species. Layer by layer selection from the ancestor wolf generation left the most human-friendly batch.

The little yellow dog was small, still an underage puppy. Jing Mi wasn’t afraid of it. Because it wagged its tail at him familiarly, he couldn’t help looking at it a few more times from a distance.

Remembered playing at Wang Qize’s house when he was little. Mumu wagged its tail at him excitedly in the cage, but he was indifferent because of rejecting dogs. Wang Qize said to him to promote his dog: “A puppy wagging its tail means it likes you very much.”
Although it still didn’t make him close to Mumu, he inexplicably remembered this sentence until now.

Just as he was thinking, Wang Qiyou suddenly supported himself with his legs, got off the scooter, and walked towards the little yellow dog.

The red light just turned green.

Jing Mi was startled.

Jing Mi didn’t know that when Wang Qize said that sentence, the young Wang Qiuqiu stood beside him, really wanting to wag his non-existent dog tail.

He liked Mimi too.

Childhood liking was pure, but this liking fermented until adulthood, adding many desires long ago, becoming a spicy and mellow taste.

Wang Qiyou walked unsteadily to the little yellow dog, bent down, reached out, and grabbed its wagging tail. All in one go.

Not allowed to wag.

Except for him, no other dog is allowed to wag its tail at Mimi.