-1-

"Um, little meow..."

"Don't call me Little Meow. Otherwise I'll kill you."

"Hahaha, Kitty-chan's words are so funny! Kitty-chan is so cute even when she's talking in a snarky voice!"

Ms. M: “…”

Miss M gritted her teeth, finished the last piece of meat on the skewer, and then held the clean skewer tightly, slowly raising it upright and aiming at—

-2-

"despair."

-3-

A furry paw blocked the wooden stick.

Ms. M: “…”

Miss M made a "tsk" sound and put away the wooden stick for the time being.

Although he could attack Little P without hesitation, he still had to think (waver) for a moment when facing the pink flesh pads.

Zhang Qianqian: "Oh...it's you! Are you back?"

Well, it was the big dog who had just walked away to get a spoon for soup, and he came back in time.

Like an angel, she saved Zhang Qianqian's life in an unknown place.

-4-

Mr. P lowered his head slightly, placed the soup bowl, which was balanced on his nose, on the dining table, and gently opened his canine teeth to place the plastic spoon he had picked up into their plates.

Zhang Qianqian: "Hey, I have one too... Thank you, Dog, you're truly the smartest and most handsome person I've ever met..."

The gentle and reliable Border Collie glanced at her lightly, with a very humane compassion and apology revealed in his eyes.

Mr. P: You are also the bravest and dumbest young human being I have ever met.

She called M "Little Cat" three times in a row with cute nicknames like "Little Cat" in front of her, and when she called her that, she was holding a very convenient sharp object like a wooden stick in her hand.

-5-

Is this a living human being? So brave.

-6-

Miss M hates nicknames. She only allows ordinary colleagues to call her "M" and will never tolerate any cute or intimate variations of the name - such as "Little M", "M-chan", or "M-qin".

In this regard, part of the reason why Ms. M disliked the robots in the System World so much was that, for some reason, the robots' language system always made them use the friendly Taobao style when greeting other employees.

"P relative" and "X relative" are the default names.

Moreover, those robots always like to give themselves employee IDs such as "Juanjuanjiang" and "Momojiang", and it is very embarrassing to call them politely.

…My colleagues’ IDs are so weird that it takes a lot of courage to read them out loud!

Especially robots always give themselves weird IDs.

Besides Taobao style, there are even more extreme ones...

A robot colleague from the Observation Department, whose ID is "Red Lotus Smile Sin".

-7-

Only an angel can calmly reply "Good morning, senpai" when a robot calls him "P-dear" in an electronic childish voice.

Only angels would nod calmly when faced with the sin of Guren no Smile.

Angel: "Good morning, senior."

...After all, angels won't feel embarrassed. With their healing and beautiful temperament, even if he says "Can you kiss me?", there won't be any awkward or vulgar atmosphere.

It's an angel.

-8-

Ms. U: "Hey. You guys missed something. You've been brainwashed by that guy's angelic aura, haven't you?"

"He didn't even call out those incredibly embarrassing IDs the entire time. He just lumped us all together with 'senpai'. ...By the way, did that guy ever address us as anything other than 'senpai'? ...Wait, what's going on?! The 'senpai' he keeps calling us so respectful is actually just lumping us all into a group of passersby whose IDs don't need to be remembered, right?"

No one paid any attention to Miss U's roar.

Everyone knows that Miss U is very unfriendly to angels, and her comments about angels are all biased.

It would be fine if she was just Super Aquaman, but she always persecutes angels. Miss U has no credibility among her colleagues.

Even if she pointed out the fact that "the faucet in this lounge is broken", her colleagues would make remarks like "It's U who said that" and "What, the U who harassed Angel?" and then continue to tinker with the faucet.

A passing angel said, "Seniors, please be careful. The faucet over there is broken. Please stand back and be careful not to get splashed. I'll come and fix it."

Colleagues: “It’s an angel—hello angel—thank you angel—!”

The neglected Miss U: "..."

-9-

She! Five minutes ago! She pointed out that the faucet was broken!

Ms. U: "Why—it was M who persecuted him most actively—why am I the only one you guys are looking at with condemnation—why?!"

No reason.

The colleagues just didn't dare to look at M.

-10-

Moreover, after that, someone clearly heard Angel using a term other than "senior" to address his colleagues.

When preventing Miss M from causing the accident, and when reporting the consequences of the accident to Miss M.

He would use titles like "Ms. U" and "Mr. A" and list their full names very respectfully.

After all, paying respect to the dead is the kindness of angels.

-11-

...So colleagues don’t really want to be called by the angel’s ID anymore, just an apology and respectful “senior” is enough.

-12-

"Xiao P, you always address everyone else as 'senior' so respectfully and obediently...how come you never call me 'senior'? Obviously, if you really count, I'm Xiao P's senior."

"Hey, call me 'senpai'."

In the dormitory, in the audio-visual room, Mr. P shook his boss's foot, which was resting on the back of his head.

"Please watch TV, Miss M."

He put his boss's feet, who were sitting on the sofa at the back, back into his slippers.

He also picked up the fluffy home socks that had slipped a little from her ankle.

"Besides, there's nothing to be dissatisfied with."

"In my daily work, I address all my colleagues as 'seniors', except for you, 'Ms. M.' This is a custom-made address for you, my boss, and it expresses my affection and respect for you."

-13-

Ms. M: “…”

Ms. M: "You are always so straightforward in strange ways."

"Thank you for the compliment..."

The subsequent action was interrupted by a "bang". It was Miss M who broke free from the slippers put on her by her subordinates, and at the same time broke free from her half-fallen home socks, and kicked his arm again.

"But 'Miss M' isn't intimate enough. Give me a more intimate and unique name, Little P. Otherwise, I'll kill you."

Mr. P looked at her, then at the bare foot that was stepping on his arm.

-14-

How else can it be intimate and unique.

You can't even tolerate the robot's Taobao nickname.

Even the mechanical, cold electronic version of "M Qin" is unbearable.

If you dare to call her that, she will let the robot's circuit board kiss the Grand Canyon directly...

If I call you by nicknames like "Mao Mao", "Meow Meow", "Mao Mao", "Meng Meng", etc., I will probably be pushed into the Grand Canyon under the sea.

↑ Nicknames that will really make your boss push you into the Grand Canyon if you call them out

The subordinate, whose mind was filled with thoughts of "cats are so cute", suppressed the impulse for the time being. Mr. P's self-awareness really helped him to spend 49 years safely in the terrifying maintenance department.

-15-

"That's enough of a name."

He once again took hold of his boss's bare foot that was on his arm, but this time he did not pick up the socks again and help her put on the shoes.

He lowered his head, gently rubbed the skin of the soles of her feet with his fingertips, and then put the side of his face against the back of her feet.

"Besides, no nickname can accurately describe our current overly close relationship and the simple superior-subordinate relationship between us, right, Ms. M?"

Tsk.

-16-

He must have known that she was completely helpless against this kind of bird's-eye view.

Was it intentional or unintentional to add the polite suffix "Miss" while talking to someone with your finger touching the back of their foot?

...Forget it, I don’t want to.

She didn't have to think about it, did she?

Ms. M lifted her toes slightly and said, "Turn off the TV. Come to the sofa now."

"Please don't do this..."

"Shut up. Or I'll kill you."

"Ms. M..."

-17-

…Well, I won’t elaborate here on the subsequent discussion between Ms. M and Mr. P regarding “pet names.”

After all, what happens on the sofa is not something that can be put into words directly.

-18-

It certainly has nothing to do with anything pure. It's just an ugly and boring adult transaction.

There's nothing to see.

-19-

At this moment, a pure minor, little girl Zhang Qianqian is still with Miss M——

So Miss M suppressed at least a hundred kinds of adult dirty jokes that mocked Little P for turning into a dog - she just sat quietly opposite the underage girl and ate, focusing her thoughts on the fried skewers and rice.

So Mr. P suppressed at least a thousand kinds of dog-ear and dog-tail temptations that popped up in his mind, and the possibility of whether he could keep the ears and tail after returning to the human body - he just quietly served his boss and the underage girl at dinner, and focused his thoughts on "the boss being called cat.avi".

...Classmate Zhang Qianqian, once again, while concentrating on eating a chicken leg, unknowingly blocked the sewage flowing back and forth between the two adults.

Congratulations, congratulations.

-20-

"So, what's the danger in this school?"

Probably full, the underage girl ate the last chicken leg in a disjointed manner. She looked up and asked, "The security guard before entering the school was really, really scary, but after entering, he was just like that... Xiao Miao and I have been walking for a long time, and we didn't encounter anything..."

Ms. M: “There was no danger.”

They are just some annoying bugs that can be crushed with your little finger.

"After dinner, go take a nap. When you wake up, you can go out."

"Uh...sleep..."

Zhang Qianqian scratched her head. "We should still remain vigilant, right? Perhaps the current calm is a way for us to let down our guard... Little Meow, you don't know, but I'm quite brave. I watched a lot of horror movies with my ex-boyfriend during the holidays... A calm beginning is a common trope in horror movies, but it's rare that nothing has happened since then..."

“Who knows, in the next second, it might suddenly become abnormal.”

-twenty one-

Miss M suddenly raised her head.

He played with the bamboo stick in his hand out of boredom and threw it out like a leaf.

-twenty two-

"Boom—hum..."

It silently broke through the cafeteria window, pierced through the forehead of the undead, and broke through the cold storage door.

The bamboo stick pierced through and nailed the rotten corpse in the cold storage that was about to break free from the latch into the wall.

The brain matter exploded along the bamboo stick, and the remaining buzzing sound was the trembling of the limbs of the rotten corpse before it was hit.

It's like popping a balloon.

-twenty three-

"No, Qianqian baby."

Ms. M threw away the bamboo sticks and picked up her chopsticks to eat her rice again. "There's nothing unusual here, and there's no danger."

Just annoying little bugs at best.

She hates being disturbed while eating, don't these little bugs know that?

"Can……"

"That's just a horror movie trope, right? No need to take it too seriously. I don't watch many horror movies, though..." The girl, who had completed countless terrifying repairs, swallowed a mouthful of juicy tomato. "But, Qianqian, what you just did was setting a dangerous flag. In the midst of peace, the heroine suddenly said with a worried look on her face, 'If something unusual happens'..."

Zhang Qianqian was startled and immediately covered her mouth and shook her head frantically.

"Mmm! Mmm!"

"It's okay. Only in horror movies do things like that come true. Look, this flag didn't come true, which proves that this place isn't dangerous at all."

"Mmmmm... cough cough... wuwu..."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, hey, don't cry."

-twenty four-

The big dog, which had been squatting quietly on the side and had just tilted its head in the direction of the bamboo stick, moved.

When Miss M was about to reach out to comfort the little girl, he stretched out his claws in advance and slapped her hard.

Zhang Qianqian, who was slapped, said: "Wuwu cough cough - ugh!"

She immediately spat out the half-eaten chicken leg that had just choked her mouth.

"Haha, haha, that was a close call... I swallowed it in such a hurry... Ugh, cough cough, little cat, come and comfort me, I just choked on the chicken leg and cried..."

Ms. M: “…”

-25-

She closed her eyes and opened them again.

"Sure enough. Every year the living have new ways of being stupid."

"Woo—I'm so comforted! A beautiful woman scolding someone is so comforting... Kitty's way of speaking is really unique and adorable!"

“…”

"Thank you, dog, if you hadn't patted me just now..."

"Woof."

You're welcome.

My friend, this claw is just another tribute to your courage.

-26-

After walking out of the cafeteria, Zhang Qianqian was still frightened.

Although nothing unusual happened in the cafeteria just now—the cafeteria lady didn't drop a finger bone in the food, and no rotting corpse suddenly rushed out of the cafeteria's cold storage—there was no horror scene in the cafeteria like in any horror movie—

But, who is she, Zhang Qianqian?

She is the monitor of Class 2, Grade 2, and the school bully who protects all students in the school from being harassed by little hooligans!

Don't be afraid of ten thousand things, just be prepared for the worst.

Having entered such a strange place and not having met a single familiar classmate, she had to remain alert.

What if the chicken leg that nearly choked me to death was a deliberate attack by the undead? That's not impossible!

She was a student at this school in reality. The layout of the school in this strange world seemed to have not changed, and her cafeteria meal card could still be used...

Therefore, I am the senior and pillar here who knows the situation best and is best able to protect others.

Especially after meeting a sweet and well-behaved new best friend, the unfamiliar and timid little sister really made her feel so happy - ah - she must be protected!

With my reputation as the Huaguo Community Boxing Champion at stake, I, Zhang Qianqian, must protect my new and lovely best friend!

…Then he stroked her bangs, pinched her cheeks, and called her “little cat”—ah—so cute! !

-27-

Miss M, who was walking behind: "..."

Miss M, who was walking behind, quickened her pace with an expressionless face, and with a "snap" sound, she pried open the cap of the soda bottle she had just bought after dinner.

She rubbed the aluminum bottle cap into a sharp spike with one hand.

Mr. P, who was guarding them, kept glancing at her from the corner of his eyes. Seeing this, he shook his head slightly and took a few steps back inconspicuously, changing his position from guarding the middle of their sides to guarding the middle of his boss's side.

The big dog's tail swung steadily, brushing against her calf.

"Woof."

Ms. M: "I can tell what that stupid kid is thinking from her facial expressions. Even if she's jumping around with her back to me, I know what she's thinking. No need for your translation, Little P. Teenagers are truly a cancer among the living."

Mr. P: “Woof…”

Just continue to be patient for now. After all, you have tolerated "little cat" so many times. If you give up here, all your efforts will be wasted.

-28-

And my memory is not full yet, so I can continue recording.

-29-

Ms. M: "Alright, I get what you're trying to say. ... Never mind, I won't do anything. There's no point in getting into an argument with a silly underage girl like this."

She retracted her fingers and put the bottle cap that had been twisted into a spike into her uniform pocket with an indifferent expression.

...So, I said it a long time ago, Miss M is not a murderer, she just has a bad personality and likes to pursue fun.

Talk to her nicely and try to stop her seriously, she will listen to you.

Mr. P felt somewhat relieved: As expected, Miss M is still very cute and kind (?)...

"By the way, Little P."

The indifferent boss turned around and gave the angelic dog a devilish grin. "I don't understand dog talk. You can bark at me hundreds of times, but I still don't understand what you're saying. Instead of wasting your time barking at me, you should save up some energy and find a way to communicate with me verbally. Otherwise..."

"I'll throw you back into the cafeteria and tie you to the food window with a collar... and make you the public food-getter for all students in the school... hehe."

The devil's sneer widened, casting a shadow on the big dog's golden fur. "Anyway, well, you're a dog who even gets two servings of free egg drop soup. You know how to distribute it evenly."

-30-

Mr. P: “…”

Instead of taking your anger out on the innocent female students, you take it out on your subordinates, right?

He is indeed a resentful boss.

-31-

In the past, Mr. P would have paid a heavy price to appease such a boss.

But now…

"Little Meow! Little Meow! We're here! Our dormitory building—it's really the same layout as the school—"

Zhang Qianqian in front turned around and waved at her: "Come on! Here, here, let's go to my room to take a nap together?"

-32-

Zhang Qianqian's dormitory is a double dormitory.

...In theory, it's a two-person dormitory, but in reality, the class monitor lives in it alone, and she is the only one in the class who has applied to live in the school dormitory - there are very few boarding students in this school, and most of the students are locals from the community near the school.

Therefore, in order to save costs, the school's student dormitories and teacher and staff dormitories are mixed together, so living on campus even involves the risk of becoming neighbors with teachers.

Zhang Qianqian applied for a dormitory just to have a place to take a nap at noon. Her home was quite far away, but she would still go home after school in the evening, so she was not a boarding student in the strict sense.

Therefore, the place where she took her nap alone must be clean and spacious.

-33-

How to kill the Banshee

【How】【Kill】

【Kill】【Kill】【Kill】【Kill】

——As soon as you open the door, you will see the walls covered with red paint.

Zhang Qianqian: “…”

Zhang Qianqian slammed the door shut.

He turned his head and looked at M again.

-34-

"Little little little... MMM... so scary..."

When Miss M saw the bloody words, her eyes darkened and she clenched her fingers nervously.

But when he saw the greasy chicken drumstick stain on the corner of the girl's mouth, and the lively expression of a young child, he was about to cry but couldn't.

[M: Woohoo, so scary, so scary——]

[W Help, help, please ...

[Heh, you're so scared yet you still follow me... Don't worry about her, M, let's go.]

"...You've rarely said anything kind. Sister, let's go. Let the trash cry behind us."

In a memory far, far, far away.

That silly, crying, timid, and show-off little piece of trash who always comes to stick to her.

-35-

M ignored her many times.

After all, she—those people—they—have nothing to do with her.

They are just a bunch of weak trash who cling to their sister and regard her as their "companion".

M is not a good person, she just likes to stick with her sister and has no obligation to help anyone around her sister.

M just wanted to be the reflection of W. She loved her most and wanted to be the closest shadow to her sister.

but……

-36-

For some unknown reason, that group of people included her in their circle.

【We are all companions, so let’s get along well with each other】

...What a joke.

Why are the words from my sister always so ridiculous?

She and they were different from the very beginning.

She and they, clearly, clearly...

[Wow… I like M more than W… M is so cute—even if you always call me trash, I still think you’re cute—M, come and stick with me—]

You must be sick.

How dare that rubbish compare her with her best sister?

[M always saves me, doesn't he? No matter how much you yell at me, he always comes to save me—W sometimes feels like a theater, so cold—so, I like M the most!]

Fool.

If my sister hadn't asked you to do so, if you hadn't been classified as a "friend" by my sister, do you think I would have taken action?

People like you...you people...

-37-

Even if you die in front of me, it will not disturb me, not even a little bit.

You and I have always been different.

-38-

"...Woo, little meow... you, you, you, don't be afraid..."

Now, another silly, annoying girl came over, shaking all over ridiculously, but holding her hand with her shaking hands.

"It's just a change of dormitories... I'm the class monitor and I'll protect you..."

Miss M looked at her coldly.

The child's eyes were blurred with tears, and he could not see the sarcastic indifference in the adults' eyes at all.

-39-

Bloody words? That's nothing.

If I use a little force, I can turn this hand of yours, which is so clueless, sticky, dirty, disgusting, and sweaty, into a pulp in the next second.

"Woof."

The fingertips of the other free hand touched a patch of golden fur that came over in time.

"Woof woof."

Please calm down.

-40-

She lowered her head to meet the Border Collie's light blue eyes.

…Her eyelashes are golden, and her eyes are as calm as the shallow sea.

Blood cannot dye it red, and the wind cannot blow it away.

"Woof."

Don't go crazy.

Miss M... Miss M clutched the soft fur of the big dog beside her, took two gentle breaths, and calmed down.

"fine."

-41-

She walked towards the wall covered with blood words and dragged the empty wooden bed parked nearby with one hand.

With a "bang", the bed, bedding and pillows were thrown against the wall and then fell down again.

"...I'll sleep here and block it for you. Rest up, Qianqian baby, let's take a nap."

“Kekekeke…”

"It's okay if you block it. It's just some graffiti. Now, go to sleep."

"Little Meow, are you afraid..."

-42-

Miss M immediately rolled onto the bed and buried her face deeply in the pillow: "I'm not afraid. Graffiti didn't have a weapon, so he wouldn't kill anyone."

Only I can.

Only me...bloody...hands...blood...tsk.

How to kill the Banshee

【Kill】【Kill】【Kill】【Kill】

-43-

"Woof."

Another piece of soft, gently rubbed fur.

The big dog jumped lightly onto the small wooden bed, walked around Miss M who was curled up in the quilt, and carefully lay down on the outermost side, forming a warm and crystal clear lake.

He guarded tightly on the outermost side, the outermost side of the bed, the outermost side of the wall.

Perhaps it was the nature of the Border Collie, its warm and soft golden hair completely blocked the bright red blood words, and all dangers were kept outside the sheepfold by the big dog.

There is danger outside the sheepdog, but home inside.

-44-

He lowered his head, his white ears poked through the sheets, his nose rested lightly on her pillow, and his big furry tail wrapped around her feet.

“Woof…”

-45-

"...The place I'm staying in is not just a simple sheepfold, you naive child."

She is a shepherd.

The shepherd is outside the sheepfold, in the darkness.

The sheepdog didn't answer. He lowered his head and rubbed her cheek through the quilt. His tail wrapped around her feet and shook slightly like teasing a child.

-46-

"Woof."

Take a nap.