Reincarnated as a Tabby Cat: Daily Life with the School Beauty Empress

Chapter 61 Night Cat 1

My senior sister is right there.

She walked with that man, chatting and laughing.

Su Qianxue's blood surged for a moment, and her chest felt like it was being squeezed and her heart was being twisted.

Images from her past life rushed back to her: that smiling face, that blood-stained dagger, that cry of "Junior Sister, I'm sorry!"

Su Qianxue suppressed all these images in three seconds.

Breathing returned to normal, and complexion returned to normal.

Murong Hui didn't notice Su Qianxue's unusual behavior; she was picking out spirit fruits at a nearby stall.

Yichen noticed, and he quietly lay on Su Qianxue's shoulder, without barking or moving. He simply rested his tail gently on her neck.

Su Qianxue loosened her fingers from her palm, revealing four crescent-shaped red marks.

She withdrew her gaze, revealing her identity without making any unnecessary movements.

[She came to watch the game.] Su Qianxue made this judgment in her mind.

Lin Bingyu was no longer a contestant; her presence in Blazing Flame City had only one reason: to watch the competition, or rather, to scout for prey.

That's exactly what Lin Bingyu did in her past life. With her innocent face and superb acting skills, she befriended geniuses everywhere, used them, devoured their resources, and climbed up by stepping on other people's bones.

"Qianxue?" Murong Hui walked over carrying two spirit fruits. "What are you daydreaming about? Come on, it's almost curfew."

Su Qianxue snapped out of her thoughts, turned around, and followed Murong Hui back.

Behind them, Lin Bingyu and the man walked further and further away, disappearing into the crowd.

It was already 9:30 p.m. when I got back to the hotel.

For the safety of the contestants, each empire's delegation arranged for their accompanying mentors to stay on the same floor.

As Su Qianxue and Murong Hui's direct mentor, Murong Qingfeng lived with them in a suite with three bedrooms and two living rooms. She lived in the master bedroom, while Su Qianxue and Murong Hui each had a secondary bedroom.

The suite wasn't luxurious, but it had everything you'd expect.

The living room was spacious, with leather sofas and a coffee table laden with welcoming spirit fruits and tea prepared by the tournament organizing committee. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the night view of Blazing City, with the lights along the distant coastline resembling a golden ribbon.

Murong Qingfeng was already there, sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet, with a competition manual spread out in front of him, making marks on it as he read.

She changed into casual clothes, looking completely different from the cold-faced killer she was on the training field during the day.

Even in loose casual clothes, her proportions were still excessively good: a prominent bust, a slim waist, long legs, and her hair was casually tied in a bun.

"You're back?" Murong Qingfeng didn't even look up.

"Hmm." Murong Hui took off her shoes and collapsed into the sofa. "Teacher, I also brought you some gifts."

"Alright, alright, you kids. Go wash up and get some rest, you have a match tomorrow."

"Um.

""

Su Qianxue placed Yichen on the coffee table and went to take a shower.

Yi Chen squatted on the coffee table, chewing slowly the last dried spirit fish he had brought back from the street.

Only he, Murong Hui, and Murong Qingfeng remained in the living room.

Murong Hui lay on the sofa playing on her phone, scrolling through local food recommendations for Blazing Flame City. Murong Qingfeng was still looking at the tournament handbook, his pen circling a page.

"I've roughly looked at the list of opponents for tomorrow's group," Murong Qingfeng said. "There are a few worth noting."

Murong Hui turned over and pricked up her ears to listen.

"In the Ice Phoenix Empire, there is a girl named Bai Li, who is nineteen years old. Her contracted beast is a king-level Ice Crystal Qilin, and she herself is an eighth-level martial artist."

Murong Hui hissed. Nineteen years old and at the eighth level, that's already top-tier among her peers.

"The Blazing Sun Empire has two formidable players. One is Chi Yan, whose contracted beast is an Emperor-level Flame Demon Lion. He is a seventh-tier player but has extremely strong melee combat abilities and is a favorite of the host nation. The other is Jiang Yu, a woman whose contracted beast has no publicly available information, only that it is also Emperor-level, but she was the champion of the under-20 group last year."

"Last year's champion? Shouldn't she be in Group Two this year?"

"He just turned twenty this year, and we're part of the team that got the tip-off."

"This works?"

"The rules allow it."

Murong Qingfeng turned another page.

"The Senluo Empire—the weakest in overall strength, but there's a variable. There's someone named Mo Qianshang, whose contracted beast's aptitude is unknown, and his information has been sealed. A contestant whose information is deliberately blocked by the Senluo Empire is either a waste or a trump card."

She looked up at Su Qianxue, who had already come out of the bathroom.

"Your goal and Murong Hui's goal is at least to make it into the top ten. Top five would be even better. Winning the championship would be ideal, but don't overexert yourselves. I know your strength; you're strong enough. But there are too many unexpected events in competitions at this level."

Su Qianxue nodded while drying her hair.

Murong Hui raised her hand: "Teacher, what about Ye Chen? Can you analyze his opponent?"

"He can worry about his own affairs," Murong Qingfeng said succinctly.

"All right----"

After discussing tactics and precautions for a while, Murong Qingfeng stood up and put away the tournament manual.

"Go to sleep early. The competition starts at nine tomorrow, and we'll meet at seven-thirty." After saying this, Teacher Qingfeng returned to the master bedroom and closed the door.

Murong Hui yawned and walked towards her room.

Goodnight Qianxue, goodnight little kitten.

"Good night."

Only Su Qianxue and Yichen remained in the living room.

Su Qianxue sat motionless on the sofa, still clutching a towel in her hand. Her gaze was fixed on the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her half-wet hair draped over her shoulders, with two drops of water dripping onto the collar of her pajamas.

She was thinking of Lin Bingyu.

Yichen knew.

He didn't say anything, tiptoed to Su Qianxue's legs, gently jumped up, and lay down on her knees.

After a while, Su Qianxue's hand landed on his back.

It wasn't a conscious action, more like a habit. His fingers traced from the back of his head to the base of his tail, once, twice, three times.

The sound of snoring started.

[Ding! Warmth value +80!]

[Ding! Warmth value +50!]

Su Qianxue didn't speak. Yi Chen didn't speak either.

The two sat on the sofa for about twenty minutes before Su Qianxue stood up and carried Yichen into the second bedroom.

Turn off the lights. Go to bed.

Yichen snuggled into the covers, his cat belly pressed against her forearm. The warmth of his body transferred to her, and Su Qianxue's breathing gradually became steady.

But tonight she tossed and turned several times and took much longer than usual to fall asleep.

Lin Bingyu's appearance was like a stone thrown into Su Qianxue's heart. What appeared to be nothing on the surface was already in turmoil beneath.

He buried his head in Su Qianxue's palm, and his snoring grew louder.

[Ding! Warmth value +10!]

[Ding! Warmth value +15! (Critical hit!)]

Su Qianxue's breathing finally calmed down completely, and she fell asleep.

Yichen opened his eyes, his emerald green cat pupils flashing in the darkness.

Can't sleep.

It wasn't because of Lin Bingyu, but because of something else.

Yichen stared at the numbers on the panel for a long time.

Seventy-five thousand seven hundred and thirty.

There are still over 24,000 short of the 100,000 evolution threshold. Even climbing at a rate of 400-500 per day, it would take at least 50 days. In 50 days, it'll be too late.

The teleportation array in Dragon Valley, the appearance of Lin Bingyu, and the undercurrents in the four great empires—all these things are mixed together, leaving him with very little time to maneuver.

We need to speed things up.

Yi Chen's gaze pierced through the wall in the darkness. On the other side of the wall was Murong Qingfeng's master bedroom.

A peak tenth-tier martial artist, the master of the azure wind dragon, and a specially appointed senior instructor at the Royal Academy. Last time in the training ground, she casually hugged herself, and her warmth level jumped two hundred.

two hundred.

And it was only a brief encounter.

What if it's a long-term, deep, and high-intensity application?