Gu Chuan’s champion was strong right from level one.

Taking advantage of this, he ambushed his opponent in the brush and secured first blood—the game’s very first kill.

Before her pink-hued screen, HeyZed’s lips curved slightly. Her voice, unexpectedly soft yet firm, carried a pleasant, girlish tone.

“Just wait and see…”

At level three, Gu Chuan and HeyZed’s Zed nearly simultaneously claimed their second kills.

But Gu Chuan hit a streak of bad luck—or rather, faced the top laner’s inevitable fate: the jungler’s “special attention.”

This time, it was the enemy jungler.

Naturally, Gu Chuan’s champion fell to the gank.

Xuechun had been sitting obediently on Gu Chuan’s lap, her slender fair legs swinging playfully.

Now, her fluffy ears twitched slightly. The moment her master’s champion died, she let out a soft whimper.

She glanced up at him with deep concern—relieved he was unharmed.

For a heartbeat, she seemed unable to tell game from reality.

Gu Chuan met her gaze gently, but inwardly, he made a silent vow.

From this moment on, he would not die again—and…

Soon, his champion respawned at the fountain and trotted back to lane.

Xuechun rested a hand on Gu Chuan’s chest, comforted yet eyes locked tightly on the screen he focused on.

Her occasional “meow” wasn’t annoying—it carried quiet encouragement.

Perhaps she was cheering him on.

Though she understood nothing of the chaotic colors and tiny red-blue figures clashing.

*Meow!* Master’s fighting that nasty guy!

The red bar above his head dipped—but the enemy’s dropped faster.

Xuechun’s eyes widened. She let out a frantic cry:

“Meow meow meow!”

*Master! A bad guy’s coming! He’s gonna attack you!*

(She meant the enemy jungler rushing from the river. To her, anyone threatening her master was a villain.)

Gu Chuan had noticed—but honestly, he didn’t care.

Annoyingly, this was the jungler’s second visit to top lane.

Their own jungler was still slowly, mindlessly farming.

If not for Gu Chuan’s unusually calm mood today, he’d have furiously typed a message questioning their skill.

And once he started? HeyZed—the veteran of toxic chat—would instantly stand by him, reviving her old habits to verbally demolish the jungler until they saw stars.

A “Double Kill” notification flashed from top lane.

Far across the ocean, the girl in the gaming headset smiled deeper. Night draped her city.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window: neon lights, a bright moon, a wide river.

On this lonely night, she had waited for him a long time.

…

“Meow meow! ~o(=∩ω∩=)m!”

Xuechun clenched her tiny paws, cheering. Her master’s champion hadn’t died—he’d taken down two!

“Phew…” Gu Chuan exhaled sharply.

The enemy jungler was ruined.

After killing the top laner, Gu Chuan’s Sett last-hit a minion to hit level six, instantly unlocked his ultimate, and—*breathtaking move*—grabbed the jungler.

Three seconds later, the jungler fell to Sett’s fists.

The enemy top laner’s morale shattered. He lingered in the fountain, stunned.

He’d planned damage items… then refunded them for tank gear.

But even this overly cautious play couldn’t tilt victory his way.

Twenty-two minutes later, the game ended.

Gu Chuan (Sett, top): 10/1/5.

HeyZed (Zed, mid): 11/0/2. MVP.

“I won,” the girl whispered before her screen, eyes crinkling with amusement.

Gu Chuan sent back only a string of periods…

After all, nearly all five of his assists had been stolen by HeyZed.

HeyZed: *Another round? You’re on lunch break, right?*

Gu Yuanjun: *Hold on. I need to grab something.*

HeyZed: *What?*

Gu Yuanjun: *For the cat… it arrived.*

HeyZed: *Didn’t you just get her? So devoted—it’s like raising a girlfriend.*

Gu Yuanjun: *…*

Gu Chuan glanced at Xuechun kneading his chest, wobbling slightly off-balance.

*Yeah… raising a girl.*

Feline habits carried into catgirl form.

Kneading—rhythmically pressing soft surfaces with front paws—was once a kitten’s instinct to stimulate milk. Now, for pampered pets, it meant comfort, affection, trust.

Cats often kneaded with blissful expressions.

Like Xuechun now, smiling as if dipped in honey.

Gu Chuan’s heart softened. He gently pinched her cheek.

The gloves, socks, and knee pads had arrived—same-city delivery, barely half an hour.

“Be good, Xuechun. Wait for me at home.”

“Mew?”

He carried her to the door. (She clung tightly to his shoulders, refusing to let go.)

The clingy kitten had become an equally clingy catgirl.

A little… too intimate.

Even Gu Chuan, steadfast as he was, wondered if he could stay this restrained forever.

He set her gently on the floor. *Need a carpet.*

As a cat, her fur and pink paw pads protected her. But as a catgirl crawling on cold tiles? She’d catch a chill.

Living alone before, he’d never cared much.

Now, with Xuechun, he had to.

He still hadn’t figured out her transformation pattern. Asking her would yield nothing.

But this time, her catgirl form lasted longer. He’d observe patiently.

Door open. Downstairs to collect the package.

Behind the closed door, Xuechun’s “Meow!” tugged at him.

“I’ll be right back. Be good… wait for me.”

Minutes felt like torture to a girl with such possessive devotion.

She crouched by the door—arms straight, legs splayed—then, tail drooping and swaying slowly in displeasure, hopped onto Gu Chuan’s gaming chair.

(A swishing tail usually means a cat’s unhappy.)

…

Just as Gu Chuan turned to head upstairs, a message popped on his League app from HeyZed:

!?