Scum Coercion

The face that was originally brimming with happiness turned pale, and the playful voice was also tinged with tremors.

"Senior, are you dissatisfied with me? Hate me?"

"No, it's just that I think you seem to be on the right track. Next, you just need to pay attention to your studies, and then take a good walk on the road of your favorite novels."

"That's...that's true, but I always feel a little lonely if I can't eat the food made by the senior."

"Your mother will cry when she hears this."

"No problem, I'm at home all day on weekends, and all I eat are dishes made by my mother."

I'm so speechless at her stupid look.

But I still firmly put my hand on the table.

"Ahem, you know, I'm the advisor of the student union. I'm very busy. It's not easy to give you a little guidance these two days. Next, I may come into contact with other people who need precise one-on-one help. students, I can’t take care of you, so you need to work hard yourself.”

"Ah... That's right, the senior is an excellent person, and he's still very busy. I won't disturb you."

She seemed to be lost again, with her head bowed like a defeated rooster, her appearance really made people feel distressed.

Ahhh, I feel so guilty! !But taking her home every day is not an option. Leaving aside Jasmine, one day Ziyuan recovers from her obsession with studying, and I will be very miserable.

However, in order to alleviate my guilt and not be too uncomfortable, I still gave her a little sweetness.

"However, if you encounter any difficulties, you can still come to me... not only me, the student union will still help students solve some problems in school life."

"Ah, really!"

Her attitude changed and she became happy again.

He is really a simple person, and his emotions were easily reversed in my few words.

Thinking about this kind of thing in my mind, suddenly a furry thing jumped on my thigh, which made me slightly startled.

"Meow."

The black cat let out a soft cry, and rubbed its soft soles against my thighs. At the same time, her ears swayed slightly, and she tilted her head to look at me.

It seems that just as we speak, the black cat has finished his dinner.

"Yo, you can get close to me again. Sure enough, animals are animals."

There was a disdainful tone on my mouth, but I still stroked her fur excitedly.

As a kid who grew up in the countryside, I still had contact with cats, cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, geese, etc., but after being violently pecked by a goose, I became wary of all animals, especially are unfamiliar animals.

Of course, I wouldn't worry about animals that are willing to approach after being fed by me. After all, they also have a bit of spirituality. They probably think that this is a deal without authorization, and they are willing to be petted by me for food.

Ah, it's like prostitution.

When my palm touched the furry touch of the black cat, I felt a little excited.

It is completely incomparable with a leather sofa with fluff, this subtle touch.

And the black cat didn't know why it suddenly became very obedient, just shaking its head slightly like this, it seemed to be very comfortable.

Afterwards, I stroked the black cat's head with one hand, and put something into its mouth with the other, and dinner ended.

Today, as usual, Sydney and I wash the dishes together. After that, she coded a little bit and sent the file to her web mailbox.

"Senior, thank you for today too."

Sydney, who was standing at the door, waved to me with a smile all over her face.

This time she left a little earlier than yesterday, and she asked for it on her own initiative. She said that she would be complained by her parents if she went back too late, so I was happy to relax.

"Then let me hail a car for you."

"No need, senior~"

She puffed her face, as if she was very dissatisfied with being looked down upon.

As she walked out, she shook her hand at me.

"Don't treat me like a child, and, goodbye!"

"Ah."

Although I know she won't show up at my house tomorrow, I unexpectedly don't feel any sadness or reluctance in my heart, probably because I subconsciously regard helping Sydney as work, which is why I face a very difficult situation. I didn't take advantage of the low self-esteem girl who was easy to manipulate, because I could only feel her pitiful breath.

After Sydney's figure disappeared, I closed the door and looked back.

"Okay, what about you now?"

The cat I was staring at had no sense of crisis. It just sat there leisurely, yawning as if sleepy, showing some scary fangs, and wagging its tail.

Emmmmm, do you want to drive it away?I always feel that a black cat is an ominous thing. Although I am not very superstitious, the attitude of this thing to me is still not clear enough. It would be great if it could talk, and if it can guarantee that it will not be aggressive towards me I don't mind letting it stay overnight.

What?Long-term shelter?Then stop joking, I guess I will go to school, and the house will be messed up by cats doing nothing!

When I was struggling, the cat got up and walked back to my room in such a generous way.

This is too much to treat yourself as an outsider!

I followed it dumbfounded, and saw it let out a breath, as if it was hiccupping, then bent its body, curled up and lay down in my bed.

Fuck, sleep after eating?Sooner or later he becomes a fat cat.