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Upon returning home, Fang Xia placed the kitten on the bed and answered a call from Ms. Jiang Wen.
"What are you doing? Why do you need so much money? Is something wrong?"
Fang Xia sat down at the desk and began to explain slowly, "Mom, listen to me. A few days ago, I found a cat, and today it got sick. I took it to the hospital, and the doctor said someone had stuffed metal pieces inside its body. They had to perform surgery to take them out."
Jiang Wen was surprised; how could her son, who only played video games, be taking care of a cat?
"Are you okay? I don't care about the cat; just make sure you're alright first. Your dad and I will come over to see you tomorrow."
"Ah!! I'm fine! Mom, why are you coming?"
A dismissive laugh came from the other end of the line. "To see if you've finished your summer homework."
"Ahhhhhhh!!! No!!!"
Before her son could finish his wail, Jiang Wen hung up the phone.
Fang Xia slumped over the desk, his head resting near the kitten, his voice filled with despair. "School hasn't even started yet! Do I really have to stay up late to catch up on my homework today?"
"Meow." The kitten tilted its head again.
"Hey, why do you keep tilting your head? Do you think that's cute?"
"Meow." The kitten jumped onto the desk and leaned in slowly, rubbing its fluffy body against Fang Xia's shoulder and neck.
Soft and comfortable, it felt even better to remove the bandage from the little cat's soft belly.
"At this height, if you jump up, the wound will bleed."
Fang Xia eased her movements, gently pushing the little cat aside. She took out a new bandage and carefully unwrapped the layers around the cat's abdomen, one circle at a time.
By the time she had completely unwrapped it, the blood on the little cat's belly had dried, leaving only a tangled mess of fur stuck together in disarray.
Unable to bear it any longer, Fang Xia fetched a basin of warm water and meticulously cleaned the little cat's wound.
The little cat was very well-behaved, lying on its back with its four paws in the air, squinting at Fang Xia with one eye open.
When the water turned red, Fang Xia realized that beneath the damp white fur, the wound had completely healed, leaving only a shallow raised line where there had once been a cut.
Unable to help herself, Fang Xia reached out her finger.
She traced the visible light-colored lines with her index finger but couldn't find even a hint of a gap.
As if sensing Fang Xia's movement, the little cat glanced at its belly and then used its front paw to block Fang Xia's finger.
"You... you can't be a fairy, can you? How did your wound heal so quickly? This isn't scientific!!"
Seeing Fang Xia's wide eyes and open mouth, the little cat lazily yawned, curled up, and buried its head in its belly, gently licking that light-colored mark.
After licking a few times, the kitten squinted its eyes and lowered its head, lying still in one spot without moving.
After a while, Fang Xia finally realized that this little ancestor had truly fallen asleep, and only then did the stiff expression fade away.
"Alright then, let's just say I've raised a little deity. You can go ahead and do your job today; just bless me to finish my homework," Fang Xia said, not forgetting that phone call.
With a pen, a lamp, and an entire night ahead, he was determined to create a myth.
Recalling Ms. Jiang Wen's words, Fang Xia took out the summer homework that was propped under his books, tore off the answers from the back, and opened the pristine first page, copying the reference answers at an incredible speed.
Except for when he encountered some abbreviations, where he would exclaim a beautiful phrase in Chinese before turning to Baidu for solutions.
Soon enough, he resolved the difficult problems.
So it went: when hungry, he ate bread; when thirsty, he drank beverages. Alone with a pen, he worked through the night.
After exhausting one pen's ink, Fang Xia finally finished.
By this time, it was already late at night.
He looked at the cat still lying on the table, motionless since the afternoon, its eyes never having opened.
Fang Xia felt a bit scared, but upon seeing the trembling little cat, he ultimately placed it in the corner of his blanket.
"Although I saved you and am raising you, no one can know if you are the snake from the farmer and the snake story. I still have some fear; I hope you won't bite me back when the time comes. You need to know gratitude, understand? Ming Ming."
The little cat remained quietly lying by the bed, without making any sound.
Fang Xia stared at the cat, feeling an uneasy sensation he couldn't quite pinpoint. Looking at the time displayed on his phone, he ultimately succumbed to sleepiness and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off.
"Stop rubbing against me, hmm... it's a bit itchy."
Fang Xia turned over, wrapping the blanket around his legs, feeling a moist touch near his ear.
He had gotten used to the little cat's daily greeting method these past few days; it always had to come close and lick him awake.
Feeling the sensation by his ear, Fang Xia jolted awake and sat up straight in bed.
Once he calmed down and nestled deeper into the corner of the bed, he looked up.
A boy with cat ears was crouched nearby. His pure white body shimmered under the light, exuding a mysterious glow. With pure amber eyes and a delicate white face, no one could help but admire this beautiful boy.
Seeing the cat tail behind him swaying continuously, casting shadows on the ground, brought Fang Xia's thoughts back to reality.
Why did he refer to him as a boy? It was because Fang Xia had noticed certain things that made him realize.
Noticing that the little cat from the past was nowhere to be seen, Fang Xia instead spotted a boy with eyes the same color as his cat's. He came up with a bold hypothesis.
Fang Xia tentatively greeted, "Ming Ming?"
The boy's ears perked up instantly, and he leaped into Fang Xia's arms.
"Hey, hey, hey!!! What's going on? Don't touch me!"
"Meow?"
Fang Xia pushed the boy away from him, his expression filled with resistance, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get him off. After struggling for a while without success, he ended up tearing the boy's clothes, exposing a smooth shoulder.
Seeing the white-haired boy in his arms, who had just called out "meow" in a sweet voice, with white ears standing upright and gently swishing his Cat Tail against Fang Xia's calf, Fang Xia felt a rush of blood to his head.
He placed a hand on his forehead, feeling like he might faint. Why did he have to wake up to such a shocking situation?
Noticing that Fang Xia wasn't petting him like usual, the little cat extended its paw and rested it on Fang Xia's chest.
In a familiar manner from the past, the boy performed a Head Tilt Attack on Fang Xia.
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