unfortunate black cat

"Hey, Jiang Sheng, you made a lot of mistakes in the English test paper of unit two."

Inside Zhuang Yuan's rental house.

Yang Momo was sitting at a square table, examining the two papers in his hand.

I have to go back to school tomorrow.

For the purpose of taking care of her daily identity, she came here in the afternoon and invited Jiang Sheng and Zhuang Yuan to hold a study session together.

But even though they are studying, in fact, these three are just making up their homework.

"Ah, is there any?"

The black cat, which had changed back to its original form just after finishing the test paper, was already lying down on the table and eating biscuits.

"Have."

Glancing helplessly at Jiang Sheng, who was free and undisciplined, Yang Momo handed back the cat's paper.

"I said you, can you be a little more serious, take the exam like this, but you won't get good grades."

"I am a cat."

Jiang Sheng, whose mouth was full of biscuit crumbs, shook his beard.

"Cats don't take college entrance exams, so why do they want grades?"

"Then don't interfere with me and Xiao Yuan's study!"

Yang Momo, who was out of breath, ravaged the black cat's ears and cheeks with his fingers, causing Jiang Sheng to show his canine teeth.

"Did I influence you? I just stayed by and ate biscuits. It's clear that you are influencing me."

"Eat biscuits, eat biscuits, can your mouth eat biscuits, leaks are everywhere."

"Hey, speech is speech, don't attack your physical defects."

"I'll just target the defect, how about you?"

"Meow meow meow woo woo woo!"

"You scold me?"

"I didn't scold you."

"You're just scolding me!"

"What am I scolding you for, meow wow."

"You still scold!"

On the table, Yang Momo grabbed the back of the black cat's neck.

As for the black cat, its head was tilted, and it was squawking, but it didn't know what it was talking about.

Seeing the two "people" cursing, Zhuang Yuan secretly smiled.

Thinking about it carefully, in her misfortune, it seems that there is already a bit of luck.

At least she didn't really cause death, at least she didn't really live on the streets.

At least she didn't really become some kind of evil ghost driven by all kinds of hardships.

At least, she still has a completely different path to choose.

Yes, in this afternoon with blue sky and sunshine, white clouds and breeze, notes and erasers, and sweet orange juice and biscuits.

Zhuang Yuan finally took a step in the direction of avoiding disaster.

Someone reached out and grabbed her.

From a place that is also not very bright.

'Speaking of which, after I graduate, can I stay and work in the spiritual management office? '

As if thinking of something suddenly, Zhuang Yuan raised a question with the notebook in her hand.

This was probably the first time she imagined what the future would look like after her mother died.

"of course."

Yang Momo saw this question, smiled and patted Zhuang Yuan's shoulder.

"Don't say you graduated, after this matter is over, you will become an official psychic user. There will be a staff, a contact person, a boss, subordinates and a salary. As for me, as your senior and teacher will also be responsible and provide you with various specific guidance.”

'Then may I ask, what are the general tasks of a psychic? '

Zhuang Yuan lowered her head unconsciously, and then asked slowly in words.

"Well, that's not easy."

Yang Momo finally let go of Jiang Sheng's neck, put one hand on his hip and said, "It's nothing more than fighting demons, maintaining law and order, and helping others."

'help others? '

There was a little fluctuation in Zhuang Yuan's eyes.

"That's right." Yang Momo clenched a palm.

"Use our unfortunate abilities."

yes.

In the future, can I also use my misfortune to help others get rid of suffering?

As Zhuang Yuan thought about it, her heart gradually softened.

In that case, if it can be done to that extent.

Will I be relieved?

Just wait until revenge, so that others don't have to walk the path I walked.

……

"Team leader, the catastrophe on Zhuang Yuan's body has loosened."

Opposite the apartment building.

A psychic user who was monitoring the situation put down his binoculars and reported to the walkie-talkie at the collar.

"Oh, it seems that Jiang Sheng's plan is going well." Bai Guanji's voice came from the other side of the walkie-talkie.

"Yes, judging from the current situation, we only need the bad luck to relax a few more times before we can try to get rid of the misfortune."

The psychic user who was performing field work expressed his judgment casually, and then stuffed a piece of bread into his empty mouth.

"Well, after so many days, there is finally some good news."

Bai Guanji's voice was filled with emotion, and it was rare that it became softer.

"But the team leader, I still have a little worry about the weird coordination."

Quickly swallowing the food, the psychic continued to speak into the walkie-talkie.

In this regard, Bai Guanji also agrees very much.

"Indeed, after all, we still haven't been able to confirm whether they are related to the last two ghost talk cases."

"And I found some unusual psychic reactions near Zhuang Yuan's house this morning."

As the psychic user spoke, he opened the water bottle beside him and took a sip of water.

"Oh, what exactly is it?" Bai Guanji asked seriously.

After deliberating for a moment, the psychic analyzed with certainty.

"That kind of fluctuation does not belong to the spirit, nor does it belong to anyone in our office."

"Really." Bai Guanji pondered for a while.

"It seems that the other party has props to hide his whereabouts and aura. Where did you find the response? I'll go and see for myself."

"No. 130, Lower River Street, next to the second trash can behind the grocery store."

"Why are you digging through other people's trash cans?"

"No, team leader, I'm going to take out the trash."

"Well, then I know, you continue to stick to the mission goal, and it's best not to show up if there is no accident."

"I see."

"Ah."

……

After casually turning off the small walkie-talkie, Bai Guanji looked up at the sky.

At this time, he was on his way to buy vegetables, and he would deliver the dinner of the three "children" to Zhuang Yuan's home today.

Just in time for an inspection.

Speaking of which, I used to be busy with work, so it seemed that Xiaojie cooked for me.

"Ha ha."

Bai Guanji thought, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

I shouldn't have adopted a child.

Holding Mrs. Qi in my hand, I should die alone forever.