The Little Jealous Cat Who Transmigrated into a Delicate Beauty - Chapter 8

That was the first time Elvis tried to speak human language.

After the disk repair, following the local cache, Ye Qingqing connected to the fragment of memory from the Cat Owner’s dream. Looking at the screen where the girl appeared to be in immense pain, her heart felt heavy and stifled. She imitated the human pronunciation and let out a meow toward the blue panel.

It sounded both awkward and labored.

The Tmall Teacher was a bit slow to react, but once it realized its student’s progress was so rapid, it was moved to tears. Its plastic body pressed against the floor, and its electronic voice began to tremble.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty! Felicitations, Your Majesty! To have learned to speak human tongue in such a short time!”

Ye Qingqing raised an eyebrow, her short tail swaying in the wind: A mere human language, how could it possibly stump this King?

Beep beep, SIM contact unstable, historical information retrieval failed…

Beep beep, GPS signal weak, please check equipment connection…

Just as the two cats were feeling smug, the electronic voice suddenly emitted a very strong warning. The Tmall Teacher gave a start.

“Oh no, the Little Mistress is in danger!”

Ye Qingqing’s swaying short tail froze in mid-air, and her entire cat heart tightened along with it.

“The SIM card is connected to the storage memory in the Little Mistress’s mind. Under normal circumstances, as long as the brain cells maintain blood circulation, there is no possibility of information retrieval failure unless…”

“Unless what!”

“Unless the Little Mistress’s vital signs are weak, causing the connection to break. Could she be…”

Ye Qingqing let out a “Wa-wu” roar, her cat eyes bulging as she glared at the other looking every bit the part of a threat that said: If something happens to her, this King will have you buried with her.

The old fellow’s plastic body shook, and it was forced to bring out the hacker secrets it had cherished for years.

Through all the available electronic devices in the Cat Owner’s home, it monitored the surrounding environment. In the camera feed, the girl was curled up under the covers, breathing with difficulty, her mouth faintly murmuring “Qinqin’s” name.

“Your… Your Majesty, the Little Mistress has likely entered a nightmare. The best way now is to interrupt her sleep. I wonder if Your Majesty could…”

Ye Qingqing shot back a death stare.

Without another word, the Tmall Teacher picked up the Cat King from the ground and rudely threw her into a newly created folder, then compressed her into a package and dragged her at double speed into the transfer window.

As the green progress bar finished, a streak of intense blue light flashed. Ye Qingqing was slammed heavily onto the floor, her arms and legs slightly deformed from the pressure.

She slowly climbed up and moved her numb limbs, only to find she had transformed into a human form. Before she could adapt to this body, she heard the Tmall Teacher’s urgent electronic voice.

“Your Majesty, hurry! The Little Mistress is almost gone!”

Almost instinctively, Ye Qingqing lunged onto the bed.

Beneath the faintly bulging duvet, the girl lay there quietly, revealing only half of her pale little face, her long lashes resting silently like butterfly wings…

Ye Qingqing crawled over, crouching beside her and “meowing,” her rounded nose sniffing her scent bit by bit, the tip of her tongue lightly licking her cheek, her half-furry head squeezing back and forth against her neck.

The Cat Owner’s breathing was extremely faint. Her whole person was as quiet as if she were dead, unable to give any response.

“Wake… wake up!”

Ye Qingqing tried to communicate with her using her clunky human language.

The girl remained motionless.

She was frantic with anxiety but had no other recourse; she scurried back and forth at the head of the bed with bare feet, a purring, sutra-like sound vibrating in her throat.

Finally, the Tmall Teacher exerted all its life’s skills to hack into the Cat Owner’s home computer once more. The old fellow frantically mashed F5, its electronic voice hissing.

“Your… Majesty, doing it that way… is useless. Quickly give her… try… Ar-ti-ficial… Respiration!”

Ye Qingqing meowed irritably at the computer on the desk; she didn’t know what “Artificial Respiration” was.

At this moment, an explanation was far less effective than a practical demonstration. In a flash of wit, the Tmall Teacher operated with a clatter-clatter and tossed over a short video titled “Understand Artificial Respiration in One Minute.”

“Your Majesty, look at the screen!”

The Cat King had an extraordinary memory. With just one glance, Ye Qingqing had memorized it all. Without a second thought, she tore open the girl’s clothing, tilted her chin up, pinched her nostrils, pried open her mouth, and began to blow.

Needless to say, the lung capacity of a Tiger-Striped Tribe war god was no joke. With that one breath, the Cat Owner’s body finally showed a slight reaction.

Ye Qingqing was thrilled. She took another deep breath and was about to blow it out when the Tmall Teacher stopped her.

“Your… Your Majesty, that’s enough. She’s already alive!”

Holding her breath, she slowly glanced in the direction of the electronic voice, ignored it, and continued to lift the girl’s chin, pressing her entire lips against hers.

Because there were now signs of life, she wasn’t as tense as before. While passing air, she lightly licked with the tip of her tongue.

How can human lips be this soft?

Tmall Teacher: “…”

The Cat Owner had only just managed to catch a breath and couldn’t withstand such tossing. For the sake of the late King’s final entrustment, the old fellow had to speak up again to stop her.

It coughed heavily.

“Your… Your Majesty, the Little Mistress, she…”

Ye Qingqing’s train of thought was disrupted. She reluctantly pulled her mouth away and rolled her eyes toward the computer desk.

“What now?!”

Can’t you see this King is just getting to the good part!

Looking at the King’s inner thoughts reflected in the monitoring mechanism, the Tmall Teacher felt somewhat embarrassed.

“The Little Mistress is… still very weak right now and needs rest! Please, Your Majesty, wait until later to…”

For some reason, the Cat King felt a flicker of embarrassment at having her thoughts seen through. She widened her cat eyes and began to argue.

“Wasn’t it you who told this King to do Artificial Respiration!”

“Yes, yes, yes, this old servant deserves death, this old servant deserves death…”

Susu regained a bit of consciousness. In a blur, she saw a barefoot teenage girl in human form crouching by the bed slightly raised thin eyebrows, eyes that slanted inward and upturned outward, a rounded nose, and full, pouty lips…

Aside from the superior facial proportions, even that cold and wild appearance didn’t stop her from concluding: this creature was her little Qinqin.

Ye Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then jumped off the bed anyway.

Clang, bang, crash.

Before long, the cramped space had been turned upside down by her.

The girl lay on the bed, devoid of strength. She struggled to lift her eyelids and saw the beautiful cat-like girl now crouching next to the cat food by the computer desk, grabbing large handfuls of the small pellets and stuffing them into her own mouth.

Facing this horrifying scene, her first reaction wasn’t fear, but amusement.

She wanted to get a closer look at this monster, but her body was too exhausted to get up, so she could only close her eyes again and lie there resigned to her fate.

Less than a minute later, the creature leaped back up with a thud.

Susu’s heart suddenly tightened.

The cat food is finished, now it’s finally her turn. Fine, being able to die at the claws and teeth of a beast she raised herself could be considered a form of luck…

Thinking this, a slender arm suddenly slid through from under the pillow. Her body stiffened as she felt the other’s breath getting lower and lower, feeling more than a little nervous.

The next second, a familiar scent of salmon hit her nose. Before she could react, her mouth was pried open by a hand, and a mouthful of cat food was fed to her.

The nausea from the revolting taste made her cough violently. The pellets she had just been stuffed with sprayed out all at once, landing with a splat right on Ye Qingqing’s forehead.

The Cat King was furious. With a “Wa-wu,” she transformed back into a cat, jumped down from the bed, and glared at the girl on the bed with her glassy yellow-green eyes.

At the same time, Susu was scared witless, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes staring unblinkingly at the cat on the floor.

“Meow-ow~”

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