Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 98

Song Miaomiao took his hand, swallowed the sweet bear biscuit, and playfully licked his finger after eating.

Han Chuan laid out two more biscuits. “Come on, this is two. Call meow twice.”

Song Miaomiao: “Meow meow.”

Han Chuan exclaimed again, “Tiger, you’re simply a genius.”

He then laid out three more biscuits. “This is three. Call three times, meow, meow, meow.”

Song Miaomiao: “Meow, meow, meow, meow.”

Han Chuan corrected her, “No, it’s three meows.”

Song Miaomiao: “Meow, meow, meow, meow!”

Han Chuan persisted, “Come on, say three meows, and I’ll give you a biscuit. Meow, meow, meow.

Song Miaomiao: “Stop playing. There is a mouse! (Meow, meow, meow, meow!)”

Han Chuan reached out and fiddled with Song Miaomiao’s cat ears. “What’s the matter? Can’t you say three meows?”

Song Miaomiao shook her cat ears, patted his hand with her paws, and changed her position again, facing the mouse in the corner of the room.

Han Chuan looked in the direction of her cat’s head and saw a mouse in the corner of the room, looking at them.

Han Chuan: “…”

Song Miaomiao: “…”

Mouse: “………………”

Han Chuan suddenly realized and said in a super soft voice, “Tiger, you want to eat mice, right?”

Song Miaomiao: -_-||

Han Chuan found a baseball bat from under the table. “Wait, I’ll catch it alive.”

Song Miaomiao shook her tail and watched as Han Chuan chased and beat the mouse all over the room.

Mouse: What did I do wrong? I just stole some food. And he’s chasing and hitting me!

So, when Grandpa heard the noise and came in, he saw a peculiar scene: the cat that was supposed to catch mice was merely watching, while his grandson, the owner, was wielding a stick to catch mice for the cat.

The grandpa: “…”

At that bizarre moment, the mouse found a corner and fled, ending the chase.

Grandpa said, “Forget it, Xiao Chuan, don’t chase after it. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the market to buy some mouse poison and use a few pieces of bait to lure out these mice. We’ll catch them all, so they won’t interfere with your studies.”

Han Chuan put down the stick. “Grandpa, don’t buy it. If Tiger eats the mouse, and it’s poisoned, she could die.”

Grandpa said lovingly, “Okay, okay, I’ll buy a few mouse traps and use them.”

Han Chuan suggested, “Okay, Grandpa, remember to call me when the mousetrap catches a mouse, and I’ll let Tiger eat the live ones.”

Song Miaomiao: “…”

Grandpa advised, “Go to bed early. It’s your first day of the holiday. Don’t stay up studying.”

Han Chuan agreed, “Okay, I’ll go to sleep after finishing this chapter.”

Grandpa quietly retreated and closed the door behind him.

Han Chuan touched Song Miaomiao’s head. “Tiger, you’ll have a big meal tomorrow. Are you looking forward to it? Excited?”

Not at all looking forward to it, not excited at all, okay?

Han Chuan didn’t have the heart to train Song Miaomiao with arithmetic problems anymore, so he resumed doing his homework.

Song Miaomiao squatted beside him, playing with the fingers of his left hand.

Although Han Chuan was still a high school student, his hands and feet were slender, and his palms were also large. Song Miaomiao touched his palm.

Han Chuan curled his fingers and played with her cat ears. “Don’t touch me, it’s itchy.”

Not wanting to disturb his studying anymore, Song Miaomiao circled her tail, obediently leaned aside, and looked at him without blinking.

Han Chuan said, “Why do you keep looking at me?” Han Chuan said while covering her eyes.

Didn’t he know about romance? These were all looks of love.

Forget it. She wouldn’t look at him. She’d close her eyes.

The cat calmed down, and Han Chuan was finally able to concentrate, finishing a chapter properly.

By the time he finished his homework, the cat had already fallen asleep.

He turned off the desk lamp, gently picked up Song Miaomiao, and placed her in the cat’s den.

Song Miaomiao felt in a daze that someone was hugging her, and his scent enveloped her. She felt very reassured, so she didn’t open her eyes.

However, upon waking up, she found herself sleeping alone in the cat’s nest.

As a cat, her night vision was unparalleled, allowing her to easily find Han Chuan’s bed without turning on the light. She jumped onto it, lay her head on the pillow on his other side, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when Han Chuan woke up, Song Miaomiao was blinking and looking at him eagerly by the pillow. 

“Why did you come to my bed?”

Han Chuan pondered for a moment. “Could it be that you’re hungry?”

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Song Miaomiao: Please don’t bring the mouse again!

Fortunately, Han Chuan didn’t force her to eat a mouse. It seemed he couldn’t find any mice at all, so he prepared a fried egg for Song Miaomiao.

Song Miaomiao lowered her head, looking at the fried egg on the plate.

As someone who had lived through three lifetimes, she really wasn’t accustomed to eating on the ground. She had been too hungry last night, so she ate just to make do.

But this day, could she…

In the future, could she…

She raised her head and looked at Han Chuan with watery eyes.

Han Chuan asked, “Don’t you want to eat this?”

Song Miaomiao: “No. (Meow.)”

Han Chuan worriedly asked, “Do you want to eat the fried pork with green peppers from last night?”

As he spoke, he moved to get it. Song Miaomiao didn’t want to trouble him, so she grabbed his trouser leg with her paws and took a resigned bite of the egg. What was the point of being pretentious at this time?

Han Chuan seemed to understand her intention. “Don’t you want to eat from the ground?”

Song Miaomiao nodded. “Yes. (Meow.)”

Han Chuan tried to put the plate on the bench, and Song Miaomiao promptly jumped onto the bench and devoured the entire piece of delicious fried egg.