A Young Woman's Heart

After Duanmu Ji went up, he seemed to find Zhou Yong's singing style very interesting, so he hummed along to a song.

Rankings, wins and losses, prizes?

Let's put all of that aside for now.

Most importantly, of course, is happiness.

Everyone was having a great time, and smiles were on everyone's faces.

So when Mo Xueyao went up, she spontaneously sang the theme song from Initial D. She had watched the entire series of this anime at her godfather's house on a projector!

I spent a lot of time memorizing the lyrics back then.

Although some of my memories are hazy now, when the music starts, the lyrics just rush into my mind one by one.

With a slightly hoarse voice, which has become clearer and more melodious due to recent puberty, the female voice sang this exhilarating song, instantly creating a different feeling.

……

Chapter 114 "Extra Chapter": Crispy Candy's Diary

This book is a purely realistic novel without any surreal elements, so the so-called Sugar Diary is just a story told from another anthropomorphic perspective.

Essentially, this chapter is a continuation of the story. The reason for writing it as an extra chapter is simply to prevent people from misunderstanding that Su Tang is a supernatural being if they don't read the preface.

Personified diaries, personified stories, personified writing styles.

Note: Sugar is really just an ordinary cat.

……

My name is Crispy Sugar.

In cat language, it's called 'Meow~ Meow!'.

This is a translation by me, mimicking my owner's tone.

Because every time my owner calls me, it will—

"Crispy candy!"

Call me like this.

I have many owners. For me, the one who provides me with food regularly, or who often plays with me and grooms me is my owner.

So far, there are four in total.

One was a scruffy middle-aged man who always had a cigarette in his mouth. To be honest, I didn't like the smell of cigarettes on him at all. Don't humans find that smelly?

This uncle, however, likes to pick me up and pat my head hard when no one else is around. If it weren't for the fact that he provides me with the most food, I wouldn't bother to give in to him!

Besides him, there is also his wife, who is also considered the master, but I don't see her often. Although she doesn't feed me much and rarely touches me, it seems that the uncle listens to her.

So, in order of seniority, she can also be considered my owner.

Then there's the uncle's daughter.

That's my favorite owner.

She always feeds me some small snacks, and she has a faint milky scent that smells really nice. Every time I'm held by her, I always want to drink milk!

Of course, she would occasionally sneak me some milk to drink. It tasted good, but I never felt it was as good as the milk I drank from my mother when I was a child.

The last owner was a newcomer.

Let's call her the master for now, although I feel she's more like a little sister who needs my care.

She is my favorite hostess, Haruka's, friend, and it seems like she plans to stay here permanently.

But that night when I was sleeping, I saw her roll off the bed. If I hadn't jumped onto her chest to warn her, she probably would have slept on the floor all night.

Although she didn't feed me much, at least I could keep her company at night.

But do all two-legged creatures sleep so soundly?

You can't even hear the sound of a mouse scurrying across the corner of the wall.

Honestly, the uncle brought her here to live, probably to help me catch mice, right?

Otherwise, all that fruit would be ruined by those damned rats.

But my assistant is completely useless.

In the end, I, the cat, had to catch it myself.

Honestly, I should wake her up in the middle of the night one day and show her how I catch mice.

Although I know that humans work during the day and rest at night, we should still be vigilant even when we are resting!

After all, this is part of her job, isn't it?

Oh well, what can I do? I'm just too soft-hearted.

Anyway, there aren't many mice here yet, and I can catch them all by myself. But lately, these little mice have been particularly arrogant, and they've even established a new base under the fruit shelf.

This is simply outrageous, right under my nose!

Of course I couldn't tolerate it, so during the day I stayed under the shelf and swept all the food they had hoarded aside. If any mouse dared to come, I would kill it!

This method is indeed very effective. Last time I heard the mice in the wall squeaking, it seemed like they were discussing moving.

Meow? You're asking me why I can still understand what mice are saying?

Isn't that normal? Even humans need to learn foreign languages, so what's so strange about us cats learning a few useful foreign languages?

You should know that my mother is a well-known rat language teacher in the area. She started teaching us this foreign language as soon as we were born and could open our eyes and move around.

This gives us an advantage over other cats when catching mice.

Oops, I've gone off-topic. Let's get back on track.

Today, I slept in the fruit shop all day. It was actually a bit boring without mice.

The woman named Wanyan spent almost the entire day doing her homework, and she was still writing when the sun went down.

I didn't disturb her; after all, studying is indeed a very important thing, and I understand that.

So he just jumped onto her lap to warm up when he felt cold.

To be honest, Xiaoyao's owner's thighs are warmer and softer than hers, just like lying on her mother's belly when she was a child.

But I don't want to go to Uncle's place, so I'll just make do with Wanyan's place for now.

However, I prefer to call her glasses.

Because the first thing she does every morning is put on her glasses, and she wears them all the time except when she's washing up.

Could it be that the black-rimmed glasses are the real thing?

Humans are such complex creatures, meow.

As the sun was about to set, she finally finished her homework, stretched out a big yawn, and then picked me up.

Her hands were a little cold, not as comfortable as her thighs, but thankfully her chest was soft enough, like a pillow.

Hmm, being hugged by her doesn't feel so bad.

Although I always felt like she was using me as a hand warmer...

Hey! Woman! Don't touch my stomach with your icy hands!

hiss--

It's freezing cold!

I lightly nibbled on her wrist to express my displeasure.

However, the latter did not understand what I meant, and instead curiously put his entire finger into my mouth.

bah bah bah!

I quickly spat her finger out and jumped off her chest to the ground.

You wretched woman, don't think I won't bite you!

There can only be one person in this world who would put their finger in my mouth and stir it around!

That's Xiaoyao's master!

You ask me why I like her so much?

How would I know about such things?

Do you need a reason to like something?

Perhaps, I had already fallen completely in love with Xiaoyao when her owner used her foot-wiping cloth to wipe my body?

That wretched MeowNetwork! Every time I upload a log, it blocks weird and censored words.

Even though they all translate to 'meow meow meow' in cat language, I really don't know how they can tell the difference between this meow and that meow.

I shook my head to calm the radio waves, then leaped onto a nearby cardboard box.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

When will the homeowner start using a fire and heating system?

My mom told me that in my previous owner's house, there was a heater in the winter.

Back then, the two-legged creatures would burn firewood to cook, while we would warm ourselves nearby.

The two-legged creatures will also kindly bring food to us, the only price we have to pay is to get up at night to catch mice, or occasionally let them touch our soft fur.

To be honest, the cat food that Xiaoyao's owner provides for me is way too salty.

Although it was a bit less salty than the previous owner's, it was still very salty.

I think we should improve our quality of life. Next time, tell Xiaoyao's owner or that uncle who smells like tobacco not to put soy sauce in their rice!

Just a drizzle of broth is enough!

My favorite is still winter melon soup with rice; that tastes the best, not too salty or bland.