How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

Chapter 175 Meow~ Master, please take me home 01

"Hey, look at this guy, he has lost his drawing board and can't speak. Isn't he just a fool?! Hahaha~"

"Hey! Idiot, your drawing board——"

A short man with yellow hair and wearing a riveted jacket waved a half-colored drawing board in his hand in a very annoying manner.

"You say a word and I'll give it back to you!"

There were four or five other people standing with Huangmao, all of them dressed in strange clothes.

Probably people who study art all have their own style. If I were to describe their clothes and hair colors in one word, it would be colorful and bizarre.

"Brother Mao, I think this guy is really a fool. How can such a person be in the same class with us?"

"That's right! I spent a lot of money to come to this school. How can such a fool get in? How much did it cost?"

"Could it be some young master?"

"Tsk~ Look at how poorly he's dressed, and he's still called a young master. Even when he's standing next to the garbage-collecting lady, no one would suspect that they're not mother and son."

"Hahahaha~"

A group of people surrounded a thin young boy, mocking him mercilessly, not caring at all about the trembling little man in the center of the crowd.

A tall and handsome figure walked in from the classroom door and seemed to glance casually at the small circle in the corner of the classroom.

His gaze fell on the old blue piece of clothing in the center of the crowd. A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then he sat back in his seat in the front row as if nothing had happened.

"Hey! Class is about to start in a few minutes, don't go too far!"

Finally, someone in the classroom couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.

The little man in the corner looked up quietly and caught a glimpse of a figure with a high ponytail.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could remember her voice.

The few people led by Huangmao finally reacted and took a few steps back carelessly.

But Huangmao was obviously not satisfied. He sneered, looked at the pouring rain outside, raised his hand to open the window, and casually threw the drawing board in his hand through the gap in the window bars.

"People like this are not worthy of attending classes with us."

Huangmao said this and received approval from several people around him.

Not to mention that this guy is a dumb idiot, just looking at his faded clothes, one can only wonder if he deceived the school security guards and sneaked in.

"Painting board."

The little man, who had no reaction just now, finally showed some movement in his eyes when he saw the drawing board falling from the window.

But his voice was too soft and no one could hear it in the noisy classroom.

"Fool!" Huang Mao said with good intentions, "Go downstairs and find your drawing board! You can't go to class without a drawing board! Hahaha~"

……

[Ahhhhh, the Emperor is being bullied! Immortal Lord, go protect him! ]

Xiao Qi was jumping up and down anxiously in his sea of ​​consciousness, squinting his eyes and asking Mo Yang for support.

"..."

Mo Yang almost opened his mouth to curse, but thinking that Hongxuan might be nearby, he finally held back.

"Can you please look at me before you speak?"

Mo Yang looked hopeless, "You damn system, what the hell did you send me to again?!!"

When Xiao Qi heard this, he suddenly stopped moving, finally opened his eyes, blinked twice, took two steps back and took a breath.

[Hiss——] Xiaoqi’s double chin was squeezed out.

He looked at the pile of black stuff on the ground and scratched his head.

[The Immortal Lord’s identity in this world should be a purebred lion-cat demon?

How could such a noble and elegant rare species be a pile of rags?】

"..."

Mo Yang closed his eyes and tried hard to suppress the urge to crush Xiao Qi.

"If Hongxuan gets hurt, I won't forgive you!"

[Woo~~]

Xiao Qi shrank back, looking guilty as if he had made a mistake.

But he had not forgotten the emperor's situation. Despite Mo Yang's gaze that wanted to kill Tong, he weakly checked the plot.

【Hoo~】

After reading the plot line, Xiao Qi gasped as if he had survived a disaster.

[That’s right, the Immortal King is still a noble and cool lion-cat demon! ]

Xiao Qi leaned over and looked at Mo Yang weakly, [It's just that at this moment, the original owner was struck by the thunder and drifted to the human world. He was covered in wounds and had lost all his demonic power, so he looked like this. ]

"you--"

Seeing that Mo Yang was about to get angry again, Xiao Qi quickly explained:

[In the original plot, the cat demon was picked up by the male protagonist of Small World, Ye Hongyu, at this time. ]

[In order for the Immortal Lord to avoid the male protagonist and meet the Emperor as soon as possible, this time point is the most suitable! ]

Well, Mo Yang really couldn't find any reason to refute.

"Drawing board."

Mo Yang hadn't yet accepted his current identity, and amid the noisy sound of raindrops, he keenly caught the sound of someone breaking in.

"It's Hongxuan!"

Even though the voice was different from the previous one, Mo Yang could confirm at the first moment that the person was his Hong Xuan.

But now he was a little black cat in the rain, almost beaten into rags by the rain. Even if he heard the sound, he could not move at all.

He couldn't even raise his head.

You can't see Ye Hongxuan, who is looking for a drawing board in the heavy rain.

He seemed unaware of being soaked all over, like a fragile yet stubborn puppet in the rain, as if he would still find what he wanted even if he was washed to pieces.

The sound of light footsteps mixed with heavy rain gradually became clearer, and a familiar face finally appeared above Mo Yang's head.

It was the face that he had longed for and had engraved in his bones.

His hair was not long, and was completely stuck to his head by the rain, without any life in it.

The original phoenix eyes have not changed, but they have lost their former vitality.

His handsome eyebrows were messed up by the rain, his face was too thin, almost skin and bones, and had an unhealthy paleness.

The bean-sized drops of water flowed down his hair, eyelashes, nose bridge, and chin unscrupulously, hitting Mo Yang's body, enough to make his heart make a sound.

"Hongxuan, how could he——"

"You too, no one wants you?"

Ye Hongxuan stared at a black mass on the ground, his eyes wider than before.

If it weren't for Mo Yang's eyes that shone like obsidian, Ye Hongxuan would never have noticed that the thing on the ground was actually a broken kitten.

When I got closer, I found that although the cat's body looked messy, its eyes were still bright. At least, they were bright enough to attract Ye Hongxuan.

"But I..." Ye Hongxuan's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and stammered, "I, I can't even take care of myself."

The implication is that he simply doesn't have the extra energy to take care of a kitten.

It’s not that I don’t want to take care of it, but I’m afraid that I will delay the cat and harm it in the future.

"Drawing board!"

Ye Hongxuan caught a glimpse of a wooden board lying in the rain not far away. The few colors on it had been washed into a ball by the rain. The pigments melted into the water to form colorful streams, flowing along the wooden board into the sea of ​​rain on the ground.

Ye Hongxuan walked over, picked up the drawing board, and held it in his arms like a baby.