【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

There was only one person left in the office... no, a cat.

Sherlock meowed as he looked at the room, which was now quite large for him, and sneered.

"Meow."

What is this? A glass? Push it.

What is this? A file? Push it.

What is this? A sofa cover? Scratch it.

What is this? The water Ling wants to drink? Let's soak it.

……

When Wei Shengling and his secretary returned to the office, what they saw was a mess.

Wei Sheng Ling:?

Her sharp eyes fell on Sherlock Meow, where he was sitting upright on the sofa, with a sofa towel scratched into tassels underneath him. Next to him were broken glass, scattered documents, and water with cat hair floating in it.

Wei Sheng Ling: ...

Looking at the silent Wei Sheng Ling, Sherlock meowed in a clear and loud voice.

"Manager...?" The secretary called her carefully. Wei Shengling rubbed his temple and said, "Secretary Xu, please find someone to clean up this place."

She is still in the training and adaptation stage and has not yet directly inherited the company, so she has adapted step by step from the smallest management position to her current position.

Of course, many people know her true identity, so they are more cautious.

Secretary Xu was one of them. He stepped out to find the cleaning lady, while Wei Sheng Ling stepped over and grabbed Sherlock Meow by the scruff of his neck.

Sherlock:!

She held Sherlock's cat by the scruff of its neck and held it in her arms. "Your cat was still very angry before I left. You didn't lick your fur yourself, did you?"

Sherlock: ...

It was said right.

"Don't be silent. I believe you still remember that there is a mental link between the two of us - it seems that you are really moving towards the cat's habits now."

"Sherlock, you won't accidentally eat cat hair when you lick it, will you? Then do you want to use some hair removal cream?"

"Need not."

"Aren't you talking now?" Wei Sheng Ling shook the heavy black cat in his arms and reached out to scratch his chin. Sherlock Meow made an uncontrollable purring sound of enjoyment. The girl curled her lips and smiled. "I can't control this little kitty of yours?"

As for getting angry... can getting angry solve the problem? Obviously not.

You can't really beat him up, because he's not a real cat and he's acting in revenge, so beating him up is useless.

"Sherlock," the Micro-Feathered Devil whispered, "You don't want to be buried in your belly, do you?"

"Meow!"

"You are the meat and I am the butcher, understand?"

She saw Sherlock's ears droop.

well.

To deal with Sherlock Meow, you still have to find its weakness.

Thinking of this, she called up the virtual screen of her light computer and praised Sherlock.

"what are you doing?"

"Your dark history will be preserved. If you make trouble again..." The girl sneered, "Little kitties like you were born to be eaten!"

Sherlock looked at the girl with an indescribable look.

How come I didn't notice her like this before...

The energetic Sherlock Meow was a little tired after the office demolition activity. Cats are nocturnal animals, so he was a little sleepy. When Wei Shengling wanted to use the computer, he suddenly found that a cat had grown on his laptop.

Wei Sheng Ling:?

It turns out that you still need to use the computer frequently, otherwise it will easily become cat-like.

She reached out her hands, picked up Sherlock Meow and placed him on her lap, then started to work.

When Sherlock woke up, he didn't know what time it was. A familiar voice came from above his head, "Awake? Do you want to eat or cat food?"

Wait, the top of your head?

The black cat suddenly raised his head and saw Wei Sheng Ling, who seemed like a giant to him, and himself, the cat's current state.

Feeling the cat on his lap was stiff all over, Wei Sheng Ling couldn't help but touch the black cat. It felt so good. How about I get a cat in the future?

Forget it. If other cats destroyed the house like this, she might not be able to tolerate it.

"Sherlock, cat food or something?"

“How can I possibly eat cat food?”

"But you are a cat now."

When Sherlock fell asleep, Wei Shengling looked up some relevant information and found out that black cats are also neurotic... No wonder Sherlock is not a cow cat.

Black cat fits his image and is quite neurotic, so it is definitely the best choice.

So what kind of cat would John turn into, a big orange one?

"Cat food, impossible."

"That's fine. Fortunately, I asked someone to prepare the fish."

Sherlock jumped onto the table. How could he not understand that the girl was teasing him? It was just that he was limited by the cat's habits and brain capacity, so his reaction was a little slow.

After all, a kitten’s brain capacity is only so big.

He looked around and found that she had moved to a new office. The decoration here was more in the style of Wei Shengling. It was not difficult to imagine that this was her original office.

Thinking of this, Sherlock looked at Wei Shengling. She turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That was not your office before. You brought me there on purpose."

"Oh, yes, that's the backup office, I just used it just in case."

This was also one of the reasons why she was not angry just now.

It's not her office, why is she angry?

During lunch break, Wei Shengling had a small house near the company, which was not big and was used for naps and cooking. She was eager to try and make a cat meal for Sherlock.

“Is what you cook really edible?”

"Who are you looking down on? How do you think I lived in the United States these past two years?"

"Isn't it the food you saved?"

"...Uh, half and half."

I still cook for myself occasionally.

Sherlock could probably guess that Wei Sheng Ling had a space different from the space in her bracelet, because she would occasionally take out fresh food with a very short shelf life, and the space in the bracelet did not have a fresh-keeping function.

Wei Shengling didn't say anything and he didn't ask. This was her secret.

Her abilities are unpredictable, so it's normal for her to create a space that can preserve freshness, right?

Wei Sheng Ling is now watching the cat fan tutorial.

Eggs, various meats...

"It's just like cooking, except no salt is added and the ingredients are limited to a few types."

Wei Shengling took out the materials confidently and started firing.

Sherlock Meow put his hands in his pockets, and the flames of the gas stove were reflected in his eyes, which turned blue-green in the light.

Very worried about myself.

……

The taste is actually good???

"It's too bland, why don't you add salt?"

"If you add salt, I'm more likely to see Rockmeow crying."

Although I really want to see it, he is a cat now. What if he got sick when he was a cat and he still has the disease on him after he recovers?

Seeing the cat meal being eaten, Wei Shengling felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, "It seems that you are full."

Sherlock Meow jumped up instantly and was intercepted by Wei Sheng Ling in mid-air.

"It's my turn now, kitty!"

Sherlock, there is nothing to live for.

Such soft fur, such a furry touch, woooo, the best cat!

The more you resist, the more excited I am! 【X】

Fortunately, Wei Sheng Ling still maintained the last bit of rationality and did not bury his face in his belly and suck in his belly.

That really counts as harassment.

This is Sherlock, this is not a real cat.

This is Sherlock, this is not a real cat.

This is Sherlock, this is not a real cat.

Say it silently three times!

Wei Shengling ate a little bit casually, "Sherlock, do you want a cat climbing frame, a cat scratching board, or a cat bed?"

"I can only be a cat for three days at most. I won't be a cat for my whole life."

Ok.

She exited the online shopping interface disappointedly.

At night, she placed Sherlock in the makeshift cat bed she had made under her bed.

Well, cats are nice, but don’t go too far.

Wei Shengling will be grateful for this decision.

Because she woke up and found Sherlock in pajamas sleeping on the floor.

……

I should have put the cat in the guest room.

"Why does it only take one day to become a cat?"

"You seem disappointed." Sherlock stood up and turned back into human form, with the cat bed becoming his pillow.

"Kind of."

"Ling," Sherlock looked at her deeply, "You'd better not fall into my hands."

Micro-life: OvO