The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 73p1

Chapter 73: The Little Orange Cat is Raised by a Big Dog (2-1)

In front of the supermarket was a sidewalk lined with a long row of shared bicycles. Through the gaps between these tall bikes, the little orange cat and the German Shepherd locked eyes.

The German Shepherd didn’t stop. It squeezed through a space between the bikes. Shu He, sitting on the steps, tilted his head up to look at it. Between running and not running, he chose to stay put.

A hot breeze swept by. The kitten nibbled on a torn piece of bread, its eyes wide and round.

The German Shepherd’s muscular body was clearly reflected in its round eyes. After squeezing through, the dog calmly lowered its head, its sharp, eagle-like eyes pressing down on him. “Why didn’t you eat what I gave you?”

Shu He was taken aback.

A flicker of confusion crossed the kitten’s eyes.

He hadn’t expected the protagonist to ask that.

I’m human, of course I don’t like to eat bloody things like that.

The protagonist is human too, shouldn’t he understand… Shu He scrunched up his little cat face, then suddenly remembered that in the protagonist’s eyes, he was just a kitten.

It was indeed strange for a kitten not to like that kind of food.

But he just wouldn’t eat it.

Shu He stomped his paws and tilted his little cat face up, arrogantly declaring, “I just won’t. What’s it to you?”

His attitude was terrible. He was a very bad little cat. Ji Yan stared at him silently for a few seconds, his wolf-like eyes glinting with danger, as if he were contemplating whether to start eating him from the head or the stomach.

Shu He, afraid he would actually bite, quickly stiffened his tail, grabbed the bread, and scurried away. His small, fluffy body moved quickly, and he ducked into a cardboard box in a building’s hallway just before the rain started to fall heavily again.

It had been raining frequently in the city for the past two days.

People often passed through the hallway, but no one knew a cat was hiding in the cardboard box. Shu He stayed quiet, not making a sound, even keeping the noise of his chewing to a minimum.

He shivered his orange fur, all alone, and nibbled on the tasteless bread, discussing with the system: [Gege, I’m going to find a job at a cat cafe tomorrow. Then, when I’m grown up and capable, I’ll quit and go find the protagonist. Do you think that’s a good idea?]

The system didn’t answer right away. It imagined the scene first.

Once he was in the cat cafe, Shu He the kitten would become a little piggy at the mercy of others. Every customer who came in would pick him up by the scruff of his neck, stroking his head, belly, and little tail.

He might even encounter humans who would suddenly grab his paws, bury their faces in his fluffy belly, and make strange noises, scaring the little piggy so much his fur would stand on end.

And the little piggy, in order to grow up healthy and become a big, muscular cat, would have to endure the humiliation, seamlessly moving from one customer’s arms to the next. At the end of the day, he would only get a few mouthfuls of cat food, barely enough to fill his stomach.

…It was too hard.

Shu He had never suffered like that before.

The system, with a non-existent frown, rejected Shu He’s idea. Shu He curled up in the cardboard box, letting out a soft, whimpering meow, asking why it wouldn’t agree when the idea was clearly so good.

[It’s not good at all.]

The system’s youthful, mechanical voice was heavy. [I still suggest you find a kind-looking person to scam. That way, you can get a long-term meal ticket without having to suffer.]

Shu He nibbled on his paws.

But you can’t judge a book by its cover…

He drooped his head, remembering how someone had tried to feed him rat poison a few days ago. That person had looked very kind, a little chubby, with a smile in his eyes, looking very honest.

But when the little kitten realized the food was poisoned and refused to eat it, the person had chased him with a stick, his face turning ferocious.

Shu He didn’t have the ability to see a person’s true nature through their appearance.

He licked his wet nose, his little cat ears folded back. He mumbled softly that he’d rather be a stray.

Being a stray cat was fine too.

He had to overcome his psychological aversion to raw food. Otherwise, what if he ended up dying while trying to raise himself?

The mission hadn’t even started yet!

Shu He’s tail shot up, full of fighting spirit. He crawled out of the cardboard box and looked up. The entrance to the hallway was full of puddles from the splashing rain. The rain showed no signs of letting up. He let out a soft meow, obediently crawled back into his little nest, and lay down to sleep.

**

A night later, the rain stopped, and the city was once again filled with blue skies and white clouds.

The temperature gradually rose, and the puddles on the ground evaporated, releasing the smell of grass and mud. Under the sun, a small orange cat strolled down the street, its golden fur seeming to glow in the light.

Its short tail was held high, like a foxtail grass.

And behind it, a dog was truly following.

Ji Yan’s tail was down, his eyes lifted, silently following the little cat. He couldn’t say if it was because he was too bored or for some other reason.

He was actually idle enough to follow a cat.

He focused his gaze. The little golden cat in his sight suddenly dove into a snack bag. The bag bulged and shifted. A few seconds later, the cat crawled out, dizzy, and swayed on the ground, the tip of its tail trembling.

It sneezed, then continued to walk forward into the sun. The cat was clean. Although it was looking for food, it never rummaged through trash cans or jumped around in the stinking piles of garbage on the roadside.

It just walked along this road, searching and searching, but it couldn’t find anything to eat. Ji Yan followed it all the way to the city river. There were many fish here. The little cat tilted its head up and went into the water, swimming around for a long time but still catching nothing.

The little orange cat was finally exhausted.

It lay on the bank, soaking wet, with a small green water plant on its head. It seemed so frustrated that it covered its eyes with its paws and let out a delicate, childish meow.

Clumsy.

But also diligent and cute.

And pitiful.

Ji Yan sat in the grass, sunbathing with the little orange cat. After about half an hour, he suddenly looked down at his paws.

Accepting the fact that he had turned from a human into a dog wasn’t easy. So what about turning from a human into a cat?

Could there be a cat that didn’t like to eat raw food?

After sunbathing for a while, Shu He got up.

He vigorously shook his fur, flattened his ears, and walked down another road. Ji Yan heard the movement, got up on all fours, and followed.

This road led to the wet market.

The wet market was a chaotic place with more things to eat. He could even find some leftover vegetable leaves from the elderly vendors.

Shu He was cheerful and wanted to raise himself into a big cat. He asked the system if he could use his paws to start a fire and cook, or maybe hold a spoon with his teeth. That way, he could cook for himself.

System: [You’re so small… you can’t hold it. Don’t do that. I’ll find you something to eat tonight. Hide well and don’t get caught by cat snatchers.]

Okay, okay, meow meow.

Shu He flicked his tail and wandered around the wet market, managing to nibble on a few vegetable leaves. Just as he was about to go back and be obediently fed by the system, a few pairs of human legs suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

To a small cat, a human was no less than an elephant. Shu He was a little nervous and couldn’t help but tuck his tail in, wanting to dart through them.

But just then, a hand grabbed the scruff of his neck. He waved his paws in the air, bewildered, and meowed.

An ordinary human face appeared in the cat’s eyes. The human smiled as he held the cat up and examined it, saying to his companion, “It’s pretty good-looking. We can take it back and sell it.”

“Forget it. A cat this small probably needs milk, right? The cat in the yard that could give milk was just killed. Where are we going to get milk for it?”

The little orange cat was too skinny.

At three months old, it looked to be only about two months old in size. The human’s companion looked at it with some disgust and told him to throw it away. Seeing this, the human had no choice but to say okay and raised his hand to toss the cat.

Shu He’s ears flattened, and his eyes widened. “Meow!”

System: [!!!]

In a flash, a muscular, agile figure suddenly charged from the right and bit the man’s leg. The man cried out in pain, and his fingers loosened. The cat fell in its struggle.

The little orange cat landed with a plop on the ground. It was stunned for two or three seconds before it reacted. It tilted its head up to look at Ji Yan, then turned and scurried under a car tire. Ji Yan pulled his head back and, after a moment’s hesitation, prepared to leave.

That bite was pure instinct.

He was afraid the little orange cat would be thrown.

But as he calmed down, he realized he had broken his rule of not biting people.

He didn’t want to become a dog.

But—

“Damn this fucking animal!!”

The man clutched his leg and cursed. “Hurry up and get the tranquilizer gun! I’m going to catch it and stew it today!”

His companion ran back to the car, panting, to get the tranquilizer gun. The man snatched it and was about to charge at the dog, but the moment he took a step, he was frozen in place by the dog’s dangerous gaze.

This was a large dog.

It probably used to have an owner, so it was large and healthy. But now it looked like it had been a stray for many days. The dog’s eyes held the ferocity of a mad dog.

It lowered its body, its hind legs slightly bent. The smooth, powerful muscles bulged under its fur, sharp and dangerous. It was in an attack stance, as if it would charge forward in the next second and tear the man to shreds with its bloodthirsty teeth.

The man was both angry and afraid.

He held the tranquilizer gun and suddenly threw it at the dog. But the dog, as if seeing his intention, dodged it in a flash and charged at him again.

“Woof!!”

“Ah!”

Another bite, drawing blood.

The man was in so much pain that he waved his hands wildly, trying to drive the dog away. His companion didn’t dare to get close and frantically looked for a stick. He picked up a stool leg and charged over, about to smash it on the dog’s head!

“Meow!”

“Meow meow!!”