Mr. Chuuya Always Wants the Cat to Confess [Crossover]

The pit is deep. I squatted on the ground and looked up quietly. The time of the last update has been very far away now. Probably because of the hopeless waiting, I am no longer very sensitive to time. I only remember that a long, long time has passed. There was a wailing around me, which was uttered by the seniors who accidentally fell into the pit. They seemed to have cried mutely, and now only a few isolated wailings could be heard, and the hopeless atmosphere was buried at the bottom of the pit. They have waited too long. As the sky grows dark and bright, the clouds disperse and gather, the moon becomes full and waning, even the wind records the waiting time. A thick layer of moss has grown on the soil at the bottom of the pit, and long weeds have grown where the sun can shine during the day, seeming to be about to bury me squatting at the bottom of the pit. It was extremely dark here, and the sunlight could not bring bright warmth. I stretched my hands in front of my eyes and could only see bits and pieces of light on my nails. The seniors at the bottom of the pit have stayed here for too long. They chewed the words engraved on the wall of the pit over and over again, almost memorizing them, but there was no trace of filling the pit in their words. They could only digest this simple text, swallow it in their stomachs, and then squat on the ground, looking at the sky, counting the days and waiting for an update that would never come. This feeling is like Schrödinger's cat. Until tomorrow, you never know whether the update will come, so you look forward to it and wait until tomorrow comes, and you will have a feeling that it will be like this. Then I continued to hold on to the feeling of what might happen, waiting for tomorrow. I waited for so long that I couldn't even cry out, so I had to whisper and ask a question that had been answered for a long time. Can I still wait? I don't know how long it has been here, a day, a week, a month, or a year? I can only sit here quietly, imagining how spectacular and desirable the day will be when the pit is filled. It's another day for me to carve new scratches on the wall full of orthographic characters. The days of waiting at the bottom of this pit have been too long, and the cries of the seniors struggling and chanting do not seem to have become dull. I think that maybe this waiting can turn into some kind of resentful spirit, and I am afraid it is the most powerful kind of person. Occasionally juniors would jump in. Some wanted to take a look, and then they were attracted by the words. They fell into the pit entangled by the words, and then followed me and waited. This kind of end can only be like the predecessors who recited those extremely attractive things over and over again, and then squatted at the bottom of the pit while shouting. Some of them were recommended by seniors who were waiting hopelessly. I couldn't help but feel sad for them, so I had to hold up a sign and shout, run away. But it's actually useless. It doesn't fill the hole. At most, it just adds another book to the collection in the lifetime column of the book list. It's a new day again, I murmured as I looked at the sun rising again. Will there be an update tomorrow?

I really didn't expect that the character in this game, Ms. Chuuya, couldn't even see her personally. She just poked her head in the memories. Damn it.

Damn, it's 2024 now, are you cheating?

2025.5.18

Big, we are waiting for your update at the bottom of the pit

Little tree cat, run away, you will be sold!

Wow! Little tree, run! Don't be fooled by the leader!

Dad, tell me honestly, are you cheating?

Xiaoshu can't beat the big boss with a heart! What to do! Cat, run!

When will it be updated?