The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 72p1

Chapter 72: The Little Orange Cat is Raised by a Big Dog (1-1)

Summer.

The not-so-clean city river shimmered as the wind blew across it. An empty plastic snack bag was carried by the breeze, spinning in the current until it drifted in front of a small orange kitten sitting by the water’s edge.

The kitten was sitting up, looking to be only three or four months old. Its fur was fluffy and soft, and its four paws were white. It had its head down, its small, furry ears twitching, looking dazed and adorable.

A human stood on the bank, making “pspsps” sounds at the kitten. The kitten lifted a paw, hooked the trash bag out of the water, and ignored them.

Its little paw disturbed the water, shattering the reflection of the cat within.

I really turned into a cat!

Shu He stomped his paws, curiously flicked his tail up, and turned his head. His orange-and-black cat eyes looked back to see his tail held high, like a flag waving in the wind.

He twitched the tip of his tail, let out a few curious meows, and held his head high, proudly saying:

[1-gege! I’m a cat!]

The wind blew, ruffling the little cat’s fur. It looked incredibly elegant, perfectly clean, and its face was full of life. A human, their heart itching at the sight, tried to get closer to the river to catch it.

The system couldn’t help but snap five or six pictures of him—front, side, and back—before saying in its mechanical voice: [Correct. In this world, both you and the protagonist are animals.]

Shu He was fascinated. His cat eyes darted around before he hopped into the grass, dodging the evil human hand reaching for him.

The cat moved with nimble agility, leaving the riverbank and heading into the city along the sidewalk, its tail held high. Meow. [Is the protagonist a cat too?]

[The protagonist is a dog.] The system sent over the main information, and Shu He quickly understood what kind of world this was.

This world was like a fairy tale.

The protagonist was originally human. After a car accident, he fell into a coma. Doctors determined he was in a vegetative state with a minuscule chance of waking up.

In reality, the protagonist’s soul had drifted into a German Shepherd.

In his dog form, he formed a dog pack and became the most powerful dog gang leader in the city. He used his canine form to get revenge on the person who caused his accident, experienced many legendary adventures, and eventually returned to his human body, getting his life back on track.

Of course, that was the original plot.

The world had collapsed. After becoming a German Shepherd, the protagonist was too lazy to rise up. All he did all day was close his eyes and sunbathe. Forget forming a dog pack; he was a stray dog himself, never knowing where his next meal would come from.

Shu He dodged a puddle of dirty water and shook his fur. He seemed rather happy, constantly hopping around in place, his little whiskers twitching. “Meow.”

Ge, take pictures of me!

Take lots of them.

When I go back, I can show the pictures to my parents and tell them I had a tail once. It wasn’t very long or big, but I had one!

The little orange cat curled up in a corner, happily playing with its tail with its paws. It hooked the tip of its tail and licked it, letting out a strange, whimpering meow.

It was his first time being a cat, and he wasn’t quite used to it.

He grabbed his tail and nibbled on it, then nibbled on his paws. He stood up from the ground, held up his right paw to the empty air, and declared that this was a peace sign, so hurry up and take the picture.

The system was so overwhelmed by the cuteness that it just kept taking pictures.

“Click, click.”

A flash went off. Shu He vaguely remembered that the system’s camera didn’t have sound or a flash. He turned his head in confusion and saw a girl with a phone squatting at the entrance of the alley, cautiously taking pictures of him.

“Meow.”

The little orange cat took two steps forward and sat down prettily for her to take more pictures. The girl let out a delighted “Aww,” and said, “So smart, kitty.” She then came over and stroked his head.

“Wait here for a bit. I’ll go buy you something to eat.”

The little orange cat tilted its head up and nodded seriously, as if it could really understand her. The girl chuckled, went into the small supermarket next door, bought two chicken legs, and quickly came back.

“Your teeth are so tiny.” She tore open the package, worried that Shu He wouldn’t be able to chew it. “Should I soak the chicken leg to soften it? You look so small.”

Shu He was only three months old.

He bared his sharp little teeth, propped his paws on the girl’s knee, and tried to bite the chicken leg in her hand, afraid she would put it on the ground.

Shu He wouldn’t eat it if it was on the ground.

The girl let out another “Aww,” thinking he was so intelligent. She couldn’t help but stroke the cat’s back again and again. “Do you want to come with me? I have a female cat at home. If you can jump into my arms, I’ll take you home.”

The little orange cat, holding the chicken leg in its mouth, pulled its front paws back from the girl’s knee and backed away. The girl watched, stunned, as it retreated further and further, clearly unwilling to go with her.

Of course he couldn’t leave.

He still had to find the protagonist.

Shu He could barely hold onto the chicken leg. He gently released his teeth, placed the chicken leg in his lap, and then tried to lift his right paw, waving it at her like a lucky cat.

May you be prosperous!

The girl held up her phone, completely baffled by the kitten’s series of human-like actions. It wasn’t until the little cat’s shadow, carrying the chicken leg, grew distant in the sunlight that she snapped back to reality. She hesitantly stopped recording and watched the video she had just taken.

From the moment she saw the kitten to the moment it left.

It was as if it could understand everything she said.

She watched it over and over, first forwarding it to a friend before posting it online.

**

The chicken leg was tough.

Shu He managed to carry it to a large banana leaf, placed it on top, and lowered his head to slowly gnaw on it. His mouth got tired from eating, and every so often, he would flop onto the grass and stare into space.

[Where’s the protagonist…]

System: [Right here.]

Eh?

Just as Shu He was about to react, he suddenly smelled a strange scent. He pushed himself up from the grass with his little paws. In his orange, slit-pupiled eyes, several tabby cats gradually appeared.

These were adult cats, looking very agile and strong. They weren’t fat; their limbs were muscular and powerful. They walked over with a menacing air, their eyes as cold as if they’d spent ten years killing fish at a supermarket.

One of them even had a rusty iron chain around its neck. It looked heavy, but it didn’t seem to affect its steps at all.

Shu He sat on the ground, stunned.

His little tail couldn’t help but flick back and forth.

The cats looked at Shu He. One of them walked over and nudged his belly, pushing him into the arms of a large female cat. The female cat then lay down on her side, her head raised to look at him.

The little orange cat stomped its feet in confusion.

The large tabbies began to devour the chicken leg that the little orange cat had messily chewed on. In just a few bites, it was gone. The little orange cat stared blankly as they snatched his food, and his tail drooped.

It was like he was being bullied by cats.

—At least, that’s how it looked to the German Shepherd.

The little orange cat’s ears folded back slightly. Its fur was clean, but it was visibly weak and skinny. It didn’t even struggle, just watched the other big cats with a timid expression, which filled the German Shepherd with anger.

He couldn’t quite say where this anger came from.

“Meow…”

Shu He tilted his head up. He wasn’t angry that they had taken his food.

Because even if they hadn’t, the little orange cat’s teeth couldn’t have chewed through it anyway. It would have been a waste in the end.

Shu He wanted to tell them to eat slower, so he kept meowing. When the German Shepherd arrived, the skinny little orange cat was being bullied by the big tabbies. They were pushing it against the female cat’s belly, constantly squeezing it.

The little orange cat stomped its feet and meowed unhappily, telling them to stop pushing. The big tabby didn’t listen at all. Its fierce, brown eyes, which looked like they had killed fish for ten years, stared at him. It let out a long, drawn-out meow and continued to push.

“Woof!”

The German Shepherd charged over at that moment, letting out a ferocious bark. Cats have fast reflexes. All of them, except Shu He, scattered immediately. One of the large female cats ran three meters away, then seemed to remember something and ran back, trying to grab the little orange cat by the scruff of its neck and carry it away.

Shu He was not very cooperative.

He struggled in confusion, feeling like his hair was being pulled too tight. It was uncomfortable. The female cat couldn’t pull him. Seeing the German Shepherd baring its teeth majestically, she was finally scared off.

The German Shepherd slowly closed its mouth and lowered its head, frowning at the little orange cat, which looked like it had been scared stiff. Its fur was standing on end.

Ji Yan never thought he would one day become a dog.

A German Shepherd.

When the car accident happened, he hadn’t really cared. He thought if he died, he died. He never expected to open his eyes not in the underworld, but in a doghouse.

The German Shepherd’s owners left early and came back late every day. It took Ji Yan half a month to find the right opportunity to run away. He tried to get into the hospital or the Ji family home to figure out if he was actually dead, but he failed.

So Ji Yan spent another half a month as a stray dog.

He usually didn’t pay much attention to the cats and dogs in the city. But for some reason, the moment the little orange cat appeared, he got up from his sunbathing spot and watched it from a corner.

Maybe it was because the cat was so small.

The chicken leg was almost as big as it was.

The comical scene had kept Ji Yan watching for over ten minutes.

Until the little orange cat was bullied.

Shu He shook his fur and looked up in confusion. The German Shepherd was too tall. He wasn’t used to his cat body. As he tilted his head up and up, he lost his balance and fell backward, landing with a plop in the grass.

“Mew,” a sound came from the grass.

The German Shepherd: “…”

What a clumsy cat.

The German Shepherd calmly walked over and nudged the cat up with its head. Shu He shook his head, and after sitting up properly, the first thing he did wasn’t to thank it, but to bite it.

His small teeth had little force and couldn’t even get through the German Shepherd’s fur to the skin.

It didn’t hurt.

But Ji Yan’s German Shepherd eyes still widened in an instant. He couldn’t believe it was repaying kindness with ingratitude.

His anger flared up. Ji Yan barked at him, his expression fierce, his body in a low crouch—an attack stance. He had perfectly become a dog.

Shu He had wanted to bully the protagonist, but he hadn’t expected to be so weak. He was so scared by the barks that his ears flattened against his head, and his fur stood on end. His orange pupils dilated completely. Under the sun, his beautiful golden fur stood up, turning him into a little furball.

“Meeeoowww…”

A long, drawn-out cry, and then the little orange cat fell to the ground and didn’t move.

Ji Yan: “…”

Ji Yan froze.

He closed his mouth, admitting that his heart had skipped a beat… The cat, was it… dead?

He gently pawed at the little cat’s body.

The cat seemed to have gone stiff. It was pushed limply to the side and didn’t even move. Ji Yan’s breath caught in his throat. He instantly stood up straight and lowered his head, licking the little orange cat a few times.

Dead?

Dead?

Ji Yan remembered that cats were indeed prone to stress. He had never owned a pet and didn’t know stress could manifest like this—

The dog’s heart beat faster.

The dog lowered its head and picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck.

The dog carried the cat away, preparing to bury it.

The cat ran away.

Ji Yan: “…”

Ji Yan looked at the hole he had painstakingly dug with his paws, then looked up silently at the little orange cat running for its life in the sunlight.

He had been tricked by a cat.

Ji Yan calmly stepped into the hole that was meant for the cat’s grave and lay down. He pawed at the dirt outside, burying himself.

Maybe this was a dream.

When he woke up, he would be in the underworld, ready for reincarnation.

**