cat bully

I was not very surprised when I found out that Master Cat can do the questions. You think it is watching the news broadcast every day, so what is it worth if you can do the questions?It just speaks human words someday, and I can accept it!

I'm really ecstatic, who doesn't want to have a walking standard answer?

But it didn't take long for me to be disappointed.

Master Cat refused to help me with the questions.

I put my homework in front of it and handed it a pen, fearing that its little head would not be able to do the math, and prepared a calculator, but it ignored it and just basked in the sun.

I put an incense burner in front of it, burned incense and bowed to it for a few times, praying in my mouth: "Maoba, please do a few for your face, I will add carrots and green peppers for dinner!"

Yes, my cat loves vegetarian food.

It changed its position and continued to sleep.

"Maoba, if you solve these problems, you can break the Guinness World Record and become the first cat to solve high-level function problems. How about it? Do you want to have this honor?"

Master Cat wagged his tail. I am familiar with this gesture, which means to tell me to fuck off.

"Cat, I know you love me!"

Master Cat opened his eyes.

"Look how much I like you..."

Master Cat raised his head.

"If you help me with my homework... you'll be my favorite cat ever!"

While I was talking, Master Cat stood up, his ears pricked up, his tail swiped, and he checked the answers on the pages of the book. When he encountered a big problem, he used the calculator to press the process, and finally calculated the result.

I turned into a transcription machine, and the feeling of not thinking about it was so cool, just like when the enemies lined up for me to shoot when I was playing a game, it was still a wave of express delivery when it was over.

After finishing writing, I picked it up and kissed it, gnawed a few mouthfuls on its face, and made a mouthful of hairs. Master Cat raised his paws and patted my face several times in return.

The next day, I happily handed in my homework, and even dragged it a bit: "Teacher, you don't need to read my homework anymore, just give it full marks, and I will save you time, thank you!"

The teacher glanced at me and said nothing.

In the second week, the homework was sent out, all wrong.

Holding the homework with a big "0" in my hand, I read the teacher's comments - "Thank you for saving me time!"