Noon · 1:36 PM
If you were to calculate, the beginning of being sucked into this whirlpool was probably that day.
The carefree and worry-free meow, who had always lived carefreely and worry-freely, was walking carefreely on a carefree road that day, carefreely thinking about where to enjoy a carefree dinner of a carefree fish.
Then, a few stupid high school students surrounded the carefree meow. The exact number, the carefree meow couldn't remember. First of all, they were beings unrelated to my life trajectory. Second, the carefree meow would have to lift its head to look at them, which was quite tiring, so it better not bother. The carefree meow was very clear about what they wanted to do with me, and I didn't care. Because, unless the carefree meow wanted to, they shouldn't even think about touching the carefree meow.
Just as the carefree meow was about to slip away from their midst and find a place to take a good nap, or lie down for a cat nap with a cat lady, the carefree meow noticed a boy not far away observing with a pensive expression on his face.
What does this blond boy want to do, intervene in an injustice he sees, and play the hero in a chance encounter?
The carefree meow became interested, so I gave him an extra thirty seconds, during which I easily dodged the soft, feeble kicks of those high school students, or pretended to be kicked, moaning pitifully a few times. As the thirty seconds drew to a close, the boy took action, using a deceptively realistic voice to scare off those high school students.
"Strategy - not bad at all."
The guy who thought he had saved the carefree meow picked me up with great enthusiasm. This action made the carefree meow genuinely disgusted. Being male creatures, holding the carefree meow with this kind of precious and gentle expression made the carefree meow feel so sick that it wanted to vomit its guts out, tie them in a bow around his neck as a warning.
Before the carefree meow could successfully vomit, he shamelessly reached out to touch the carefree meow's head, which was totally unforgivable, unless it was a girl that caught the carefree meow's eye, no one should think of indulging in such actions of sexual harassment!
In my memory, the carefree meow made a sleek leap at that moment, as if flying lightly to the other side of the wall, temporarily bringing an end to this incident.
That's what the carefree meow thought.
But minutes later, the carefree meow realized that it was wrong. This was not the end, but just the beginning.
However, thanks to that boy, the carefree meow crossed paths with Mai-chan.
