crazy cat angel

"When the swarms formed a cone-shaped assault mode, all the starship-based aircraft were concentrated in the center. It was a battle that was considered suicide, but..."

Boring classrooms, the school playground being used for this kind of thing is a waste.

"waste--"

Seraphim put his head on the desk and expressed his opinions unscrupulously. There may be ambiguity in such a description, but looking back from the front seat, there is indeed only a beautiful little head.

Heller was lucky to survive the madman's game. He lay in a medical nutrition tank for a full week, which made him very anxious about missing classes.

So, as soon as he said goodbye to the nutrition tank, the hard-working Heller came to class, but he didn't expect that the person sitting behind him would be an unexpected participant of that game.

This made it difficult for him to return to the previous state of concentrating on listening to the class. He tried his best to restrain the fear that could make his stomach twitch, but when Seraphim disturbed his most beloved Professor Scott's class, he glanced back and also Just glanced at it.

But sometimes a glance is enough to be the cause of a tragedy, and the Seraphim finds something to do when they're not partying with their friends.

Oh, he likes the word pig friend and dog friend.

"Hello, little pity, I'm sorry for my previous behavior." Seraphim tilted his head, his charming eyes were full of sincerity and guilt, which made him look a little aggrieved.

Heller didn't know how to feel about such behavior, he instinctively kept a distance from the danger, and ignored the pleading voice behind him.

This is bound to make him regret it.

"Dear professor whose name I don't know, classmate Heller is mad at me, can you help me a little?"

Unlike the small waves that could be ignored last time, the class was sternly pressed on the pause button, amidst the polite and pitiful voice of inquiry.

Professor Scott cast a scrutinizing look at the two, and calmly asked them to exit his class. This was undoubtedly the first experience for the top student Heller.

Surprisingly, this is also the first experience of Seraphim. It turns out that being invited out halfway is so much more interesting than skipping class directly. Seraphim expressed his appreciation to himself for discovering this by accident.

"Hey Helle, can you forgive me?"

It was still full of prayers, and Heller's expression now fully showed his extreme disbelief. He didn't know why the seraph wanted his forgiveness, let alone what the seraph would use to seek his forgiveness. After he was beaten up and kicked out of the classroom.

"Listen, I don't know what your purpose is, but please stay away from me!" It was obvious that Heller was angry.

The Seraphim raised his hand innocently, "I'm just seeking forgiveness for my behavior, and be a generous gentleman, Helle."

"……Alright alright."

The ungenerous Heller took a deep breath, trying to communicate calmly with the person in front of him, "I can forgive you, but please don't bother me anymore, okay?"

"Okay, hard-hearted Helle~" Seraph winked at him.

Apology and forgiveness are always repeated and repeated in certain situations. Seraphim is very interested in this phenomenon, and he begins to look forward to the beginning of the next time.

And the beginning is always set after doing something sorry, maybe Heller should lie in the nutrition tank for the next month?

The Seraph moved his fingers excitedly.

But soon he found that things went beyond the track he expected.

……

"Hey, sweetheart Seraphim, Seraphim sweetheart, you haven't joined our game for a long time, about a century." Norris tried to use his outstretched arms to draw out the length of the absence of the Seraphim, and use this Express his thoughts.

In reality, it was less than seven days.

"I'm enjoying the game, Norris."

A party is going on in a senior student apartment of Emperor Dempsey School.

party!That is a supply station that can replenish energy!But someone's interest did not stop at this party.

"Actually, I'm looking for someone to share my game with." Seraphim snatched Norris' wine bottle and poured the rest of the liquid into his mouth unceremoniously.

"Oh, this soda is really good." He shook the empty bottle.

Norris immediately popped another bottle of "soda" into his hand, and had to admit that when Seraph's abnormally white skin was stained, it looked more attractive than usual.

"You haven't told me about your game yet."

Seraphim licked the mouth of the bottle to show his respect for the drink, "I'm chasing someone."

"Who!?"

"Cruel Helle."

"What!" Norris seemed to have swallowed a slug, and his facial features were assembled on his face in an astonishing degree of distortion. "Baby, are you drunk?"

"Of course not, instead of swallowing it directly, use poison to dissolve the internal organs, and then drink him~" Seraphim greeted the red liquid into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, which caused a strand of escaped rascal to hang from the corner of his mouth, slowly running down his neck Wet the chest.

"Obviously it's a lot more interesting."

Closed curtains, gorgeous lights, loud music, alcohol, and preparations that can make the spirit feel happy...

The Seraphim threw the bottle, and some kid who was almost hit offered to comfort him with a kiss, and the Seraphim pushed his face away and walked straight out of the apartment to continue his unfinished game.

……

Dempsey Library

Paper books always have a special charm, so even in the era of such advanced electronic technology, libraries still have their reasons for existence.

But Seraphim is not someone who understands or is interested in that kind of reason. He just feels that this quiet place like a cemetery is more stuffy than the glass cover he used to stay in. Maybe there should be a party or a bombing here.

Of course, the scenery of the Seraphim is also incompatible with this place, so before he got very close, Heller's eyes that were originally buried in the book had already noticed him.

Here it comes again, Heller thought unsurprisingly, he may have been paralyzed by someone's continuous overtures in recent days.

"Hey, Helle." Seraphim lowered his voice in compliance with the rules here.

This made Heller a little imperceptibly happy. He temporarily put down the book in his hand, but frowned when the Seraphim sat beside him, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, to seduce you~"

God……

That was an answer without hesitation, and the naked intention seemed to be taken for granted, making it hard to resist.

God knows how Heller managed to adjust his breathing. He didn't want to be too young, let alone slow down his attitude towards the enemy a few days ago.

But he underestimated the fighting power of the angel seraphim.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" Seraphim rested his chin on Heller's shoulder. The alcohol let him exude a harmless breath, and also covered his silver-gray pupils with a layer of water.

All this seems to say, come on, I'm just a little drunk cat, you can do whatever you want to me.

Where there are seraphs, the air is full of hot and dry factors. At some point, the sound of pages turning around has stopped, and the restrained breathing is very clear at this time.

Heller put his hands on his legs, and tightly clasped his tight muscles. His current head is like the vegetable soup cooked by his grandmother, with all kinds of ingredients mixed in it.

"Perhaps, it's time for you to sleep." After a long time, he struggled to utter these words.

"Um... bored Helle."

The muffled murmur scratched Heller's ear, and then drifted away slowly.

Monopolizing the library is always a very extravagant fantasy. When Heller said his refusal, the little drunk cat had already been picked up into someone else's arms.

"Wow! This is really the best harvest of the day!"

It was an unrestrained voice, both in volume and in emotion.

Darren has just escaped from the mandatory virtual combat course that the school gave him as punishment, said goodbye to that dull and painful life, and he went to find his cheerful friends, there is a battle held to welcome him back party, and the brightest critter at the party walks away drunk.

The intuition of the descendant of the merchant told him that following up would yield good results, and it was indeed the case.

"I think I'll give you a better experience than that nerd." Darren squeezed the ears of the drunk cat angel.

"It's very itchy~" Seraphim scratched Darren's back with his paw, "Experience, I need to ask my little boyfriend's opinion on this."

"Oh? You have a boyfriend? Now I'm even more excited!"

"Haha! Good little villain, I'm starting to like you, maybe I should change my target?" The Seraphim hooked his neck, glanced at Helle again, and was turned back by Darren.

Darren couldn't wait for the experience, he thought he should take his harvest back to the room to taste it, "Smart decision."

"But I'm having a bit of a hard time right now..."

Darren raised an eyebrow.

"Difficult—suffering—"

Darren started to have some bad guesses, "You want to throw up?"

Seraphim tilted his head seriously and thought about it, "I want a paper bag."

The paper bag was quickly delivered to the seraphim. Heller didn't know why someone here was carrying a paper bag, just as he didn't know that the seraphim wanted the paper bag just to blow air, take a picture, and then hear the sound.

"Wow, it doesn't hurt now, but I think it would be better if there was a bombing." Seraphim excitedly twisted the torn paper bag into a ball and smashed it on Helle's head.

It didn't hurt, it was even a little itchy. Heller caught the ball of paper, thinking that the atmosphere suitable for studying books quietly has been completely lost here, and so is he himself.

"Seraphim, I think I can send you back to rest." Heller mustered up his courage, and took the opportunity to bring back the not-so-drunk little drunk cat.

Hooked!Hooked!

Seraphim held his cheeks with both hands, which made him look pleasantly surprised, but also a little cute. He was already thinking about where to humiliate this brat with strong self-esteem, and kicked him mercilessly. opened.

Then, maybe he apologizes again, gets another forgiveness, and repeats until he's tired of it.

"Helle, you're such a nice boy~"

Seraphim led Helle away and blew a kiss to Darren.