Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Chu Zhuo pounced on the man's shoes with a thud.

"..." He Yanchuan stopped in his tracks, frowned subconsciously, and looked down, his frown deepening.

Where did this kitten come from? It's so dirty... That's what I was thinking, but for some reason, my feet wouldn't move.

Chu Zhu blinked and gently meowed at the man.

He Yanchuan's fingers twitched slightly at his side: "...Stray cats are covered in bacteria and fleas. I won't adopt you no matter how much you scream."

"Meow~" Chu Zhuo meowed in a high-pitched voice, acting cute with ease.

A one-month-old kitten would have a hard time surviving on its own outside. Chu Zhuo quietly clenched his fist: "Don't worry, you saved me for a while. From now on, the Cat King will protect you."

After thinking it over, Chu Zhuo was surprised by what he had said.

001 thoughtfully explained: "The requirements for world consciousness are very high; there can be no mistakes whatsoever. Our body shaping must be meticulous, completely following the client's instructions. The host is entering a kitten's body. Cats are different from humans; their animal instincts are uncontrollable… therefore, their habits will more or less be influenced by the kitten's natural instincts."

Chu Zhu fell silent, covering her face with her paws.

He Yanchuan looked down at the kitten's human-like behavior, quite curious. He squatted down, suppressing his germaphobia, and gently stroked the kitten's head: "Don't cry. Go find someone else to adopt you. I'm a germaphobe. You're so small, will you even know how to use the litter box? I can't stand the house being full of cat pee and poop, I'll break down."

Chu Zhuo put down its paws, nuzzled its head against the man's warm palm, and purred softly, "Meow~"

If you accept me, I will make you my servant.

He Yanchuan was slightly startled.

I don't remember where I heard it, but it said that when a kitten purrs, it's expressing joy and friendliness, meaning the kitten feels relaxed with you and is full of trust and dependence on you.

"You little rascal, we've only just met, do you really like me that much?" He Yanchuan forced himself not to think about the issue of cleanliness, picked up the kitten and stuffed it into his arms.

The dirty kitten stayed obediently in his arms, not daring to look at it for long. He took a deep breath: "It's so young and already knows how to manipulate humans?"

Chu Zhuo: "Meow~"

The cat didn't do anything.

The pet hospital was still open, and He Yanchuan brought the kitten to the doctor.

The little stray was very well-behaved, as if it understood that the doctor was treating it, and remained completely still.

He Yanchuan felt a pang of sadness. "You naughty little cat, it's only been a short time and you've already grown tired of it. Is it this obedient to everyone?"

Chu Zhuo sensed He Yanchuan's little thoughts. With his hind legs being pulled, he raised his cat head and meowed weakly at He Yanchuan.

A pair of heterochromatic blue-green eyes stared at you with complete trust...

He Yanchuan pursed his lips, stopped complaining in his heart, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

At this point, the veterinarian finished the examination and said seriously, "The kitten has a minor fracture in its hind leg, red and swollen eyes with inflammation, and is also malnourished. There is also a wound on its mouth. It's too thin, only a little over a month old, and has so many problems. I'm afraid it won't be easy to raise it."

"I must cure the kitten, no matter how much it costs." He Yanchuan took out his bank card, feeling nervous, completely forgetting how much he had disliked the dirty kitten not long ago.

The doctor sighed. The kitten was clearly a stray with many health problems, and saving it would cost a lot of money. Since the man who found the calico kitten was well-off, he would definitely do his best to treat it.

With splints on its hind legs and injections and IV drips in its front legs, the kitten lay pitifully on its little bed, like meat on a chopping board.

He Yanchuan watched the kitten through the glass, thinking: Poor little thing, I'll take you home when you're better.

*

After asking the nurse what it takes to raise a cat, He Yanchuan went to the pet store and bought all the most expensive items.

Seeing such a large sum of money, the pet shop clerk offered, "Sir, where do you live? We'll provide door-to-door delivery service for you tomorrow morning."

He Yanchuan gave an address.

When He Yanchuan got home that evening, he started his live stream as usual.

[First in the front row]

[Haha, I'm late again today, so the broadcast time has to be extended (pointing and gesturing)]

[I second that proposal! !! (Heartbreaking)]

[What game will I play today? How many stars would you rate the horror level? If it's five stars, I'm ready to run both In the Night Garden and Teletubbies simultaneously.]

[I don't even want to talk about how late you are, God He. Just tell me your home address right now, and I'll come and keep an eye on you next time.]

[Sister, you've got abacus beads stuck in my face! (facepalm and wry smile)]

He Yanchuan glanced at the scrolling comments and casually explained, "Something came up, so I'm late for the broadcast."

The comments section exploded:

It's okay, it's all resolved now.

[What's wrong? Is He Shen alright?]

[Did something happen to God He? Don't scare me!]

[Is He Shen sick? No wonder he doesn't seem to be in good shape. He needs to get some rest.]

Before he knew it, the comments section was spreading rumors that he had an incurable disease, which made He Yanchuan laugh in exasperation: "With such vivid imaginations, you should all become screenwriters."

After playing for a while, I clearly lost my touch. Within two minutes of the game starting, I was killed in the face by a female ghost.

The comments section was remarkably uniform, filled with exclamation marks.

Help! A game streamer known for his daring, haha, actually got killed by the female ghost's close-range attack in the first part?!

He Yanchuan explained casually, "I was a bit out of sorts, my touch wasn't good."

The chat was telling him to play something easy since he wasn't in good form. He'd finally gotten to this level, and dying a few more times would lower his reputation and affect his final score.

He Yanchuan listened to the opinions of the viewers in the live chat and asked them what they wanted to see played.

[Hey, hasn't He Shen not pulled any cards in a while? The official Nightmare game released a new card pool a week ago, I want to see He Shen play it (eyes wide open, looking around)]

[Holy crap, is "Sisters" the new event that the official team promised a pity system after 10,000 pulls?]

[I want to see it too! I second that! God, please grant our wish!]

He Yanchuan: "..."

"OK."

Last week, the official website launched a limited-time back-to-school event that will last for half a month. Some people consulted customer service and confirmed that the pity system mentioned in the event description is true, but it takes 10,000 pulls to get the pity system.

To be honest, spending 10,000 draws is not worth it at all. Unless you're a collector, most people wouldn't do that.

Moreover, these cards aren't very useful; the boost is minimal, they're just for show.

He could only draw one hundred at a time, and He Yanchuan, like a numb machine, quickly drew out twenty one hundred at a time.

It was all a bunch of drab, gray commemorative and collectible cards.

The viewers in the live stream, eager for excitement, started offering lucky bags in the chat, attracting even more viewers. The number of online viewers approached 300,000 to watch the streamer draw cards.

He Yanchuan stared intently at the cards, and after forty hundred draws in a flash, another pile of grayish-brown cards appeared.

The viewers in the live chat hesitated:

[Those who were drawn in by the lucky bags, do you guys enjoy broadcasting such unlucky content? I've done 6000 draws and still haven't gotten a gold item?]

[This probability is weird. I've watched streamers play this game, and they usually get a gold item after 2000 pulls, or at most just over halfway through. That's considered extremely unlucky. It's unbelievable that the streamer didn't get one after 6000 pulls (thumbs up)]

[Haha, this is just our usual practice. Don't worry, this isn't his limit. 10,000 draws is just the limit in the game. (Watching the show)]

[That's how He Shen is; he always tries to pull the pity system every time he draws cards. Without the pity system, he might not even be able to pull any gold cards (laughing and crying)]

The netizens who arrived later were unsure whether the game streamer's fans were joking or mocking themselves.

Amidst the chaotic barrage of comments, He Yanchuan finally completed his 100th draw.

Tap the card, and hundreds of cards flip over with a whoosh, a bunch of them grayish-brown, leaving only a single speck of gold.

[...]

[…………]

[Seriously? Someone actually did 10,000 draws and only got gold on the last one? Did the Whale Shark platform bind bad luck to his account?]

[I'm having a bit of bad luck, so I'm following this streamer. I'll unfollow if the streamer changes my luck.]

[I must say, as expected of you, haha]

[Frog Fun, 360,000 viewers online, are they all here to watch our gacha game?]

[Incredible, He Shen's ruthless persona remains intact (I'm sure of it)]