crazy cat angel

Dressing others is actually a very difficult task, even if you don't need to consider the advanced field of matching.

Osmond realized this truth today, especially when Seraph kicked off the black uniform trousers that he had only put on half way through with difficulty.

As the saying goes, there is specialization in the art industry, which is not a task Osmond is good at, but the body of the mechanical nanny twisted into an abstract artwork is still being processed, and he has not even found the head of the bionic humanoid.

"Well, Kitty, maybe you'd rather try to put on your new school uniform yourself." The star of the empire, General Osmond, chose to give up.

A soft big bed, this is one of the few things in the world that can make Seraphs like this kind of emotion.

The slender limbs were pressed against the gray-blue sheets, and the Seraphim was lying comfortably, and the loose white shirt was pulled into a strange shape by his very comfortable lying position.

But he wasn't sleeping, as we all know games always attract people, maybe even angels.

Seraphim was maintaining his comfortable lying position, clicking the ancient game console in his hand.

Unfortunately, Osmond, who seemed to be trying to give up, tried one more time.

Finally, the trousers were lifted to the place where they should be, and you're done. Another battle in Osmond's life has been declared a victory. He feels that this is worthy of a medal of honor pinned to his chest.

And Seraphim threw away the game console in his hand to express his congratulations, "Hello, daddy~"

Lazy and low, it doesn't quite match the tone of that appearance, but the naughty tone fits quite well.

Seraphim didn't respect the pillows on his bed very much at this time. He leaned on the whole bed, tilted his head, and turned it to one shoulder, his soft and shiny hair was pressed behind his head obediently.

"Good morning, Seraphim."

Osmond watched a crazy cat wake up in front of the bed. Seraphim's pupils were metallic silver-gray, and they would be inorganically cold in the sun, but he never stingy with that full of temptation and madness. , Just like those thin lips that were as red as blood.

He came to harm men, the angels, and brought the seraphs, the angels of judgment.

"Dear Osmond, I think I should have lovely little biscuits for breakfast."

"If you're expecting, Kitty, you're going to see your school."

School, it's funny, school is always fun with all kinds of idiots.

"Haha, let's celebrate the Seraphim's first day at school~"

So the role of this bed changed into a trampoline in an instant, carrying a cat jumping happily on it, creaking, and a head rolled out from under the bed...

That's for the mechanical nanny.

The first day is always exciting, but obviously this crazy cat angel is over excited, no, in fact, he is in a state where the boundary between excitement and madness is blurred every moment.

On the way to the school, the seraphim blew up their aircraft, and the star of the empire almost fell in that speechless bang, which made Osmond firm up his determination never to let him approach the operating room again .

"Osmond, can I make it in time for today's last class?" Seraphim was sitting outside the aircraft, shaking his slender and eye-catching legs.

"Sorry Kitty, I think you're going to be late."

The Osmonds are doing the last-ditch rescue of their poor flying machine.

Seraphim frowned, looking pitiful and innocent, "I'm sorry, Osmond..."

"It's okay, Seraphim, you can continue with the game levels you haven't finished yet."

"Actually, I mean that the A-3 part you were looking for in 48:16 was lost." Seraphim threw the small thing out of the flight track and spread his hands, "Just now. "

It was a beautiful parabola, but it was a pity that Osmond could not appreciate it.

Well, to be honest, Osmond has now begun to look for his father whose face has been blurred in his memory, and he has great respect for those who used to be in this profession.

The rescue failed, and the aircraft died suddenly. Its remains can also serve as a temporary resting place.

Seraphim lay on the not-so-soft metal shell, bowed one leg and continued to press his beloved game console. Osmond was looking for kind people who were willing to give them a ride on the flight track.

Fortunately, the light of the Empire Star is still dazzling, at least comparable to the signal lights on the flight track. They were picked up on an aircraft that transported sub-grade edible pigs.

"Wow~ This is very cool." Seraphim abandoned his beloved game console and ran to the breeding area to have friendly exchanges with his new partners.

Osmond couldn't understand Seraphim's definition of cool, he could only pray that phenomena like bug swarms wouldn't appear on this aircraft, although he didn't have any beliefs, let's take it as a gesture to their just Let's pray for the sacrificial s6-type mobility vehicle.

"It is a great honor that the hapless little businessman Bob will one day be able to sit in the same aircraft as General Osmond."

Bob, the owner of this aircraft, is a short and fat businessman, and he is the most famous big businessman in the empire, but the edible pigs being transported now are not commodities, but gifts, and the target is Emperor Dempsey School.

This is not the generosity of the big businessman, but his son Darren, who is good at trouble, has once again received a warning from the school. The stranded goods seem to be able to play their remaining value.

Osmund had an in-depth discussion with Bob about how the breeders boosted their own immunity to nervous breakdowns, and just as Osmond expressed considerable sympathy for Bob's handling of the first 26 school warnings, a seraph appeared.

He was carrying a sticky thing, and the fishy smell spread to Osmond's nose from a long distance.

"I don't think I picked it up by accident on the sidewalk, Seraphim." Osmond stood up and looked at him.

Seraphim shook the things in his hand, "Lina is pregnant, she looks very painful, I helped her."

"Then, kind Seraphim, can you tell me who is Lina?"

"A pig."

Well, the case is clear.

Osmond took out his handkerchief and took the lump of meat away, "I'm sorry Bob, I don't think I have the ability to ask him to give you an apology."

Bob shrugged his shoulders indifferently, although his figure made it difficult for people to see the ups and downs of his shoulders, "I understand very well, it seems that this is the reason why General Osmond and I can chat so well."

He looked at Seraphim, thinking that maybe Darren could be good friends with this easy-looking kid, but it was a terrible guess, and Bob felt sorry for De Temple for having this idea for himself. West School apologized.

……

The aircraft landed, and Emperor Dempsey School ushered in a factor representing disorder.

"I will come to pick you up in a month, and I hope everything will be fine by then." Whether it's the Seraphim or the Emperor Dempsey School.

One month, that's a period at Dempsey School, after that there will be a 10-day holiday.

Osmond sent people to the gate of the school, and the Seraphim left without looking back. This made Osmond feel a little lost while feeling that his respiratory system was gradually returning to normal.

"You can try a little bit on pocket money." This is a suggestion from Bob who has experienced it, "that way at least there will be a moment to contact you."

This may be right, but Osmond has already foreseen a certain future. He didn't want to be bombarded by the particle laser tube one day when he returned home, so he chose to exit quietly.

In this way, Seraphim started his diligent, dedicated, serious and hard-working path to study... I don’t think anyone would believe this, well, the mad cat angel Seraphim has already started trying to find some fun for himself, and succeeded up.

The location is in a grove that is convenient for doing some secret things. Schools always have groves, just like underwear exists for human beings.

The behavior of a group of more than a dozen people was consistent with their appearance, and they greeted a poor little man with a stick in their hands.

I have to say that there is a special pleasure in using a primitive weapon like a stick.

"Look, Heller, a genius in the command department, why don't you use your clever little brain to save yourself from such a bad situation."

The cold body of the metal rod slammed into the upper arm, and Heller was trying to protect his vitals, and bit his teeth together, preventing the fragile and slightly rust-smelling pain from blurting out.

To him, this was an unwarranted disaster. Those people were noble lunatics, and lunatics didn't need to find a reason for their atrocities, let alone noble lunatics.

"Oh, unfortunately, the honorary Bascatya Empire doesn't seem to want to save himself."

"Maybe he's enjoying it?"

"Hahahaha... This assumption is very interesting, masochist Helle, good title~"

The atrocities are still not over, so that the Seraphim can catch up with the excitement.

"Oh~ this looks amazing." The uninvited guest Seraphim expressed his sincere appreciation for their masterpiece, "Can I join?"

A mischievous, naive, and beautiful angel strayed into the forest against the light. The noble lunatics smelled similar to them. What's more, beautiful things always make people feel better.

In a good mood, is there anything more important than this?

The Seraphim was warmly welcomed to join the team, the metal rod sprayed with exaggerated paint was held in the white and slender fingers, the stimulation to the eyeballs was no less than the splash of plasma.

The air became unknowingly hotter.

The school, a hall full of sacred and noble knowledge, really makes the Seraphim so happy~