Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Although the little milk cat doesn't look like a normal cat, she can't communicate with him.

No matter what happened, he would just hook his clothes with claws and rush him home.

He also tried to hold the little milk cat in front of the computer and communicate with it by typing.

After all, the little milk cat can play normally even with mobile phones, and the words... should also be recognized.

However, Xiaomao had no intention of typing after hearing his words.

Instead, his chubby body lay down on the keyboard--

A series of garbled characters suddenly appeared on the computer screen!

The instigator did not feel guilty at all, but tilted his head and licked the claws that had just hooked the strawberry candy very happily.

The fluffy tail cleverly wrapped the little ball.

Su Chen, "..."

He thought blankly about whether to stop candy for a certain cat for a few weeks.

Unable to communicate with the little milk cat, Su Chen has no way of knowing what happened between the little milk cat and Julie, only that Su Tang is very resistant to her.

Reminiscent of the embarrassment when I first saw the little milk cat...

Su Chen instinctively didn't want Julie to touch Su Tang.

He could feel that Julie's eyes looked at him, not like a teacher looking at students. Instead, they looked a bit like some girls in the school class who always called him "male god".

But there are still differences.

Those girls looked at him with pure liking, and Julie looked at him with a sticky feeling that disgusted him, as if she was thinking about something.

The previous few times Julie tried to approach him, but he was blocked by him without a trace.

But Julie is his teacher after all.

And the two people still live in the same building...how can it be impossible to avoid them completely.

The boy lowered his eyes and patted the hairy head of the little milk cat with his warm palm.

"obedient."

The little milk cat held her **** at him unhappily, and swept the boy's chest like a frantic tail for several times before jumping out of the boy's arms and stepping on a light catwalk to Su Chen's bedroom.

After the little milk cat returned to the bedroom, Su Chen also sat down in the living room.

Julie seriously took out a notebook from her bag and spread it out on her lap. "Student Su Chen, what do you usually do when you are at home on vacation?"

The boy looked down quietly, his voice faint, "Study."

Julie paused in her hand with the pen.

Then he remembered the juvenile's academic tyrant again, and nodded in understanding.

"Study should also be done, otherwise how to keep the top spot in the school, right?"

She asked again, "Apart from studying? Does student Su Chen have any other hobbies?"

Su Chen, "Keep a cat."

Julie, "..."

She subconsciously raised her eyes and glanced at the living room.

The teenager’s living room is clean and tidy, and the style of furniture is cold and cold. Only a few matte and tender cat supplies in the center are embellished, softening the coldness of the living room, showing a touch of warmth and softness.

Julie's eyes darkened.

The sudden surge of jealousy and displeasure made her no longer want to talk about the juvenile cat.

She changed the subject.

"Well, how did classmate Su Chen study at home? Are there any good learning methods?"

Su Chen said concisely, "Do the questions."

The teenager can be called the topic terminator.

No matter what Julie asked, she only answered two words.

If it were before, Julie might think it was nothing.

But after seeing the gentleness of the teenager to his cat, Julie's inner jealousy was inevitably magnified.

It's just a little beast... why should he be so good?

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