[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

The puppet cat was brought back into the house from the balcony with its neck pinched.

The puppet cat watched desperately as his elder brother browsed the bookshelves, and finally settled on the original Japanese version of "I am a cat" by Natsume Soseki-in Japanese, the cat called itself "My Generation".

Thick black eyes moved towards him, and his usual deep and too cold voice called Muppet Cat, "My generation."

——I'm not a cat, am I?

But being scratched by the slender fingers on his chin, he couldn't help but raised his head and stretched his neck, squinted his eyes and made a snoring sound, and licked his brother's fingers again.

It seems that the strategy manual needs to be revised?

Chu Songluo actually likes small animals very much.

It doesn't quite match his appearance.

So cute.

...of course, the fingers are sweet too.The long-cherished wish for many years unexpectedly came true, Jiang Huaixin added with satisfaction.

Hmm, and... Unexpectedly poor naming skills?

***

Jiang Huaixin's father died when he was seven years old.

After all, the world has changed, and being involved in black is no longer something to be proud of.The Jiang family, which was too late to be bleached, was gutted up and down by the branches and roots—the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, so all the betrayed relatives left the house and died.

But—after all, the world has changed, and the so-called deep friendship for many years, in Chu Han's eyes, can't compare to the huge benefits.

The Chu family surrendered early, almost unscathed, and became a model of a transformed business tycoon.The biggest reason why Chu Han used it to negotiate smoothly with the authorities was because they divided up... the Jiang family.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, he has almost never cared about Jiang Huaixin these years. He just threw him to his youngest son and asked his servants to treat him equally.

How can this be?

Servants—even well-trained elites are bound to have a bad habit—they are all used to watching people order dishes.The young master Chu Songluo, who is full of golden branches and jade leaves, naturally responds to every request, holds his breath, and can get a lot of preferential treatment with Jiang Huaixin; but if the young master is not present, Jiang Huaixin's treatment will not plummet. Whispering everywhere makes people feel uncomfortable——

Although Jiang Huaixin was not as uncomfortable as he showed.

But he was able to deduce what "Jiang Huaixin" should do in this situation through text descriptions and interpretation of audio-visual products, and perfectly equip it on his body - the slight tingling and inferiority at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, and the bitterness at the corners of the mouth Smiling, slightly clenched hands, and slightly paused footsteps.

In order to conform to his own setting, he even leaned against the wall quietly, and only moved forward with "discomfort" and "loss" when he heard that the people who spoke ill of him dispersed.

This is "Jiang Huaixin" who lives under the fence and always smiles.

But—the door to the tool room wasn't closed properly.

Jiang Huaixin glanced over the gap from the corner of his eye, and quickly made a judgment.

Female, with a raw face, wearing a blue turban that is not suitable for the hall.

— not his words.If it wasn't for him, then it's just a servant like an NPC, and it doesn't make sense to care about this.

Jiang Huaixin's expression didn't waver in the slightest, he was still the gentle "little master" with a bitter smile, his lowered eyes gradually went away.

***

The footsteps were no longer heard, and the door of the tool room was slowly opened.Song Zhenzhen poked his head out and carefully looked left and right before jumping out to let out a long sigh of relief and talking to himself.

"Scared me to death! I was almost discovered..."

Today she came to clean up for her mother's class, but she didn't expect to meet the legendary "Master Jiang" right away!

God, he is so good-looking, and so sad... Mom said that the master was very good to him, and it seemed to be a lie.Living under the fence must be very difficult, right?

Facing the dusty mirror in the tool room, Song Zhenzhen straightened the turban covering her long black hair, thinking sympathetically.

"--you……"

Eh?

Although there is only one word, the voice is obviously very nice.It is low and has a hard texture, which reminds Song Zhenzhen of the obsidian that he was particularly obsessed with when he was doing part-time sales in a jewelry store the day before yesterday.In a daze, she grabbed the unknotted scarf with one hand and turned her head——

The people in front of me were about twenty or so, but they didn't have the clumsy "unfinished product" atmosphere of those boys in the department.His facial features are very rare in Asians - the corners of the eyes are sharp, the tails of the eyes are drooping, the eye sockets are deep, and the bridge of the nose is high.This is a natural thing that looks frivolous but beautiful, but his lips are thin and light in color, so he looks serious and cold.Speaking of which, the boys in the class always have a feeling of inferior quality when they wear suits, but he is wearing a black suit, which is unparalleled.In addition, it seems that because of returning home, he has just unbuttoned his tie and the top two buttons, and he has a charm that is no less than when he just woke up——

Mom, why am I still in college?

I will be more satisfied as a servant! ! !

He grabbed her by the wrist, and the kerchief fell off, and the freshly coiled hair cascaded down.Song Zhenzhen was a little embarrassed, but seeing him look serious, he looked carefully at the outside of his wrist—wait a minute, is there a birthmark there?

Song Zhenzhen hurriedly withdrew his hand, but he didn't stop him and asked, "What's your name? I haven't seen you before."

"I, my name is Song Zhenzhen! I'm here to replace the class—" Song Zhenzhen replied immediately, and she was annoyed after reacting. She bit her lip and added: "——I...my mother is sick today, and I'm really sick. Seriously, that's why I came to replace her..."

She quietly watched this man's expression, but saw that he showed no anger... Or rather, he was so cold that no expression could be seen at all.

No, generally speaking, this is anger, right?

His thick black eyes glanced at Song Zhenzhen, and she immediately felt a chill all over——

"Come see me tomorrow."

Eh? !

But I still have a part-time job to sing English songs with children tomorrow?

Song Zhenzhen swallowed the resistance cowardly, and watched his back disappear at the end of the corridor mournfully.

——Wait, isn't this the real young master Chu Songluo?

***

what.

ahh-

Ah ah ah ah ah.

A sigh of pleasure is about to overflow from the throat - here it comes!The only person in the world... with "color".

Chu Songluo.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and his approach almost made Jiang Huaixin tremble, but he suppressed all appearances very well, with a gentle smile, "Brother is back, are you tired?"

"—It has nothing to do with you." He glanced at himself coldly.

This voice—even though Jiang Huaixin secretly recorded many of his voices, he was still excited to hear him speak.His smile deepened, adding two or three points of hurt look, he made the trembling of excitement sound like pretending to be strong and uneasy-"What are you talking about, brother? Did I...do something wrong?"

As if she couldn't hear anything, the maid reached out to help Chu Songluo take off her coat without changing her expression.The white shirt made his eyes darker and darker than ink, and his irritability was obviously placed on it. He glanced at him—but ignored him, just turned his head and looked at the documents.

Jiang Huaixin stood in the corner with his head down, his thin body trembling slightly, his broken hair hanging down to cover his eyes.

A perfect "wound".

Ah, should there be "grievance"?

So tears hit the wooden floor, making a small sound.

The only function of language is to conceal and deceive.

In particular, his elder brother has never been a candid person.

--coming.

Sure enough, the man came to him, pinched Jiang Huaixin's chin, and asked him to look up.Unlike Chu Songluo, who has undergone rigorous training since childhood and has a slender and well-proportioned body, Jiang Huaixin is much thinner, only 1.7 meters tall, with reddish eyes and a flattering smile, calling in a low voice: "Brother..."

irritable.guilt.Irritable again.Choose words.

The taciturn Chu Songluo finally chose the lines to face the crying "brother": "Get out."

This is not a passing consolation.

But Jiang Huaixin is very familiar with Chu Songluo——

The man who was still crying just now hugged the stiff brother, "I see!" He was very understanding and generally defined the initiative as an apology from the proud brother, "Can I sit with brother at dinner?"

Jiang Huaixin took the opportunity to take a deep breath of the smell of Chu Songluo's skin and shirt - but was pushed away immediately.

"go out."

He paused every word, and the irritability overwhelmed the cold expression for a moment, and then quickly subsided.

it's a pity--

Jiang Huaixin sighed silently, "...Okay." Then he reluctantly left the room.

Reminiscing about Chu Songluo's look and words just now...it's so cute.

Jiang Huaixin sniffed the smell of his shirt that was left on his hand.

—— Regarding Chu Songluo, Jiang Huaixin is able to write a guide to getting along that rivals the bulk.

Rigorous, restraint, self-discipline, few words, strong.

Aside from being too cold, he's the perfect social creature who seems to be able to handle just about anything.

Jiang Huaixin didn't seem to care about many things by birth.He was not moved by his father who committed suicide to protect him, he never felt the desolation and loneliness of his family being ruined, and he didn't care about Jiang Han's betrayal of his father, but... he could clearly smell the scent of Chu Songluo, capture the Every bit of his voice seeks every bit of his emotional change.

It seems that a colorful and speaking person appears in a black and white silent film, how can we not pay attention to him?

Inside the body of his social creature is a edgy still-teenage soul, loves extreme places, is a bit tone-deaf, not good at expressing his emotions (although you can tell by looking at his face), mildly hygienic—and , like men?

Thinking of this, Jiang Huaixin couldn't help but chuckled.

Ah—after all, that kind of reaction is impossible to fake.

About how to get Chu Songluo's favor, Jiang Huaixin really knows everything well - first of all, you must show absolute trust and dependence, know how to advance and retreat, and act coquettishly to get enough love; secondly, don't be too proactive, carnivorous animals don't love To share territory with others, it is also necessary to maintain a seeming passivity.

Jiang Huaixin can write a strategy guide, but he won't show it to anyone.

Jiang Huaixin likes to see Chu Songluo without friends, because his withdrawnness means that the attachment of "Jiang Huaixin" is precious.

Be mine alone...!

——No, not in such a hurry.He convinced himself.

To break his calmness little by little.

Let him slowly, slowly realize... "Jiang Huaixin" is indispensable.

The only person in the world with color and voice.

It must be fun if he could like me, right?

***

This was after I accidentally got brainwashed by the famous "EverybodyWantsToBeACat" at dinner.

Jiang Huaixin secretly compared his elder brother to a proud black cat - but thinking of his tone-deaf nature, Jiang Huaixin couldn't help but hummed the first line with a smile.

——When he opened his eyes again, he was on the balcony of Chu Songluo's room.But the elder brother was unusually tall, he lowered his head and looked at him.

Meow meow meow?

Judging from the reflection in Chu Songluo's eyes, this is a very cute puppet cat.Light and gentle gray patches are distributed on the ears, pink and tender nose, soft blue eyes, just opened his mouth and let out a slight, sweet "Mi——" sound.

Oops... It seems that [Chu Songluo doesn't like small animals] should be included in the strategy guide?

That's because he was ordered by Chu Han to shoot and kill his Labrador when he was a child, right?

"The existence of the weak is a waste." At that time, Chu Han taught his youngest son, "The weak should not exist."

Jiang Huaixin originally had no comment on this point of view, but - at this moment he is the puppet cat.

To make matters worse, after turning into a puppet cat, Chu Songluo's smell became even more alluring.

So facing Chu Songluo's outstretched hand, Jiang Huaixin couldn't help licking his fingertips.

It's really sweet...ah wait! ?

It was rare for Jiang Huaixin to feel nervous, so he pondered Chu Songluo's expression—well, expressionless.

On a dark and windy night, the puppet cat standing on the balcony fence arched its back—ready to escape at any time.

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