Chapter 190 You Want to Date Me?
Shi Miao is the person who understands Jiang Yingxu the most in the world, even better than Jiang Yingxu himself.
On countless days when he lazily rested on his body and accompanied him to work overtime, the kitten purred softly, kneading his arm with its two paws, and gazing at him with its eyes.
A slight frown, a displeased pursed lip, or a gentle, relaxed expression.
She knows everything.
Therefore, it is easy to see that when the young Jiang Yingxu heard the title "Master Xu," his brow twitched and his long eyelashes slightly lowered in a subtle, speechless expression.
Jiang Yingxu was so young and inexperienced.
It's not time for me to remain calm and suppress all my emotions yet.
The kitten pressed its head against its crossed front paws, its eyes shining brightly as it watched Jiang Yingxu slowly rotate his wrist, then quickly shove the mohawk-wearing leader on the other side to the ground.
Her pale forearms were taut and toned, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her dark eyes swept coldly over the crowd opposite her.
Amidst the mohawk's labored struggles and cries of pain.
He asked casually, "Do you still want to fight?"
The students from the vocational school watched helplessly as their eldest brother, who was pinned down in a single move and looked like a turtle whose shell had been flipped over, was speechless.
Teenagers at this age are at a time when their emotions can be easily ignited by a little incitement, and at a time when they suddenly face the gap between themselves and others and realize how vast and immeasurable they are.
LOL.
My older brother had previously patted his chest and said that the guy from the Third Junior High School was just bragging and wasn't actually involved in the underworld. He said that just by looking at him, you could tell he was a smooth-talking pretty boy.
As a result, he was easily defeated with one hand.
Then dealing with them will be a piece of cake.
They can't compete in terms of individual strength.
Comparing numbers? There are quite a few people from No. 3 Middle School, including that red-haired guy standing with his hands on his hips, who's known for his fighting skills.
Someone mumbled, "Forget it, let's not fight anymore."
This immediately drew a chorus of agreement.
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore."
"The Third Middle School found the court first, otherwise we shouldn't have fought for it..."
The vocational school students came in full of bravado, but left in a sorry state.
Jiang Yingxu casually brushed the dust off his trousers from the struggle of the mohawk-haired man, and walked straight to the back amidst the jubilant cheers of the students from No. 3 Middle School.
He Rongyi quickly followed, "Aren't you going to play ball?"
Jiang Yingxu: "No, I'm going to stay up all night. I'll go home and catch up on some sleep."
These two days are the weekend.
Jiang Yingxu was going to work part-time delivering food at a street food stall. There weren't many orders, but they were always coming in, scattered throughout Ningcheng. He was usually busy all night.
He Rongyi hesitated for a moment and then said "oh." Thinking about the upcoming high school entrance exam, he followed Jiang Yingxu a few more steps and asked, "Aren't you going to consider what Lao Wei said?"
He scratched his bright red hair.
"With your brain, if you study hard, you can definitely get into the top high school."
Old Wei was their homeroom teacher. He took over in the third year of junior high school and was very responsible. After learning about Jiang Yingxu's family situation, he talked to him several times.
They advised him not to give up easily, saying that Ningcheng No.1 Middle School provides a lot of subsidies.
Jiang Yingxu bent down to pick up the schoolbag he had just casually tossed on the ground and slung it over his shoulder.
Her jet-black hair fell down, landing on her high brow bone, and her eyes were half-closed in weariness, giving her a somewhat listless appearance.
"I'm not going to study anymore."
"That's just how life is."
He said calmly, "Go play ball, I'm leaving now."
Jiang Yingxu took a few steps forward, but felt as if something was following him. He stopped and looked back.
A group of people were already playing ball with great enthusiasm.
The road was deserted, with only a thin layer of dust drifting in the wind.
Did I hallucinate because I didn't sleep all night?
Jiang Yingxu frowned in confusion, lazily straightened his body, and was about to lift his foot.
His gaze froze.
On the road in front of him, a long-haired calico cat sat upright, its little face tilted up, its amber-green cat eyes fixed on him.
Are you here to ask for food?
Jiang Yingxu recalled the contents of his schoolbag and regretfully discovered that there were only some books and exam papers.
During the growing years, both men and women have an insatiable appetite.
The food at the No. 3 Middle School cafeteria was extremely bad; steel wool and plastic scraps were visible at every meal.
At least the others have something to look forward to going home, and while they may not have meat at every meal, at least they have plenty of vegetables.
Every day when Jiang Yingxu returned home, he found the kitchen empty. His uncle and aunt hid all the food as if he were a thief, fearing that he would steal it.
He was too exhausted to argue, so he simply cooked a handful of noodles with soy sauce as usual and ate it, which he considered a meal.
I would wake up hungry every day, and there was no way I could put any food in my schoolbag.
He walked past the cat with a cold expression and continued on his way.
Yu Guangzhong watched as the cat, with light steps and its tail wagging, followed.
It's very friendly, and its long fur is soft and clean. I wonder if it's a free-roaming cat belonging to a neighbor.
Jiang Yingxu walked out of the alley and saw that the cat was still following him, so he stopped and called out to her, "Little cat, don't follow me, I have no food."
The cat didn't speak, but instead circled around his legs and rubbed against him affectionately.
A warm little body, soft and squishy, approaching and then leaving.
A few long cat hairs were left on the black trousers.
Jiang Yingxu: ".
Jiang Yingxu looked down at the cat fur on his leg, then at the unusually affectionate kitten, his voice still indifferent.
"You want to come home with me?"
He coldly refused: "I can't even support myself, let alone you."
After saying that, he lifted his leg and strode away.
But at this moment...
A sweet female voice, accompanied by a coquettish cat meow, rang in his ears.
"Jiang Yingxu, don't leave!"
Jiang Yingxu: "...?"
It's like a magical story.
What was originally an ordinary and unremarkable day suddenly took on a fantastical quality.
Seeing ghosts in broad daylight.
He can understand what the cat is saying now.
Not to mention, what she said was—
"I am the cat that you will own in the future."
Jiang Yingxu hesitated for a moment between "there really are spirits in the world" and "I've developed hysteria from staying up all night," but still silently unzipped his backpack and let the cat jump in.
He took the cat home.
Jiang Pinghai and Chen Xiumei took their son to the park.
It's very quiet at home.
Jiang Yingxu watched as the cat stepped onto the hard wooden planks of the balcony and tentatively explored the bed with its paws, seemingly unable to believe it was a bed. He pursed his lips almost imperceptibly.
He cleaned the narrow space very thoroughly.
But sunlight streamed through the window, falling in dappled patterns on the bed and floor, enveloping the calico cat in a warm, golden glow.
She looked radiant with gold.
In stark contrast to this cramped balcony.
Jiang Yingxu didn't look again, turned his head and opened the space by the bedside, taking out a bag of dried meat.
The last time I went to work part-time as a stock clerk, it was a gift from my boss.
I was planning to have some clear soup noodles with it for dinner, but looking at this cat, I felt like I'd be letting her down if I didn't give her my best.
Jiang Yingxu tore open the packaging, picked out a thick, plump piece of jerky, and held it to the kitten's mouth.
"You said you're someone I'll raise in the future." His expression was indifferent, but his voice was slightly tense as he asked, "Then why did you come looking for me?"
The kitten leaned closer and sniffed the jerky.
It raised its paw and patted the ground, looking over with a self-righteous air, "It's too big, tear it open."
Jiang Yingxu: "...Okay."
He listened to the cat talk as he tore strips of meat.
"Because I want to save you."
"..."
The little cat muttered to Jiang Yingxu everything that it couldn't say to Xiao Yingxu.
Jiang Yingxu remained silent as he tore the piece of jerky into tiny pieces, small enough for the kitten to hold in its mouth.
What Peking University, what conglomerate, what rich young master who was switched at birth?
All of this was too far removed from Jiang Yingxu's life, which was still struggling to make ends meet; it was as if he were listening to someone else's story.
But the details she unintentionally revealed in her words were so real.
Of course, no matter how absurd it may seem, nothing is more absurd than the existence of this talking little cat demon.
He knelt down beside the bed, watching the kitten lower its head and lick the flesh off his fingertips. After the kitten's tongue roughly brushed against his fingertips, leaving a thin, warm, and wet residue, it suddenly spoke.
"So, you want to date me?"
Shi Miao licked her lips and corrected, "It's you in the future."
Jiang Yingxu: ".
He pressed his lips down very lightly.
oh.
In the future, he will raise the cat to be his wife.
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