After a self-study in the evening, a mouthful of dried fish I fed unexpectedly caught the "ancestor"?
Mingyang thought he had picked up a stray white cat that was shy and arrogant - it could blow hair but always curled up on its knees when he was doing homework, refused to sleep in the cat's bed but would grab pillows, and even handed him dried fish depending on its mood. But as the relationship deepened, he found that something was getting more and more wrong with the cat:
It can accurately find the dried fish hidden on the top of the bookshelf, grab the tissue box when there is a water leak, and even make the other person run away with just a low cry when he is intercepted by a gangster. Until late one night, a clear female voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Mortal, the dried fish tonight is not fragrant enough."
Looking down, the snow-white cat was staring at him with amber eyes, the tip of its tail swaying slightly.
From then on, Mingyang's college life completely went astray.
