I have a life simulator.

Ear mites?

After muttering the term a few times, Ichinose Honami squatted down in front of "Hotaru" with her knees drawn up:

"It seems to be in a lot of pain."

Seemingly recognizing an effective target for her cuteness attack, "Hotaru" immediately sprang to her feet, circling around Ichinose while meowing mournfully.

Is this cat definitely not possessed by a spirit?

With a slight twitch of his lips, Kitagawa Ryo handed over the medicine bottle:

"It's time to apply the medicine anyway, why don't you help me?"

After a slight hesitation, Honami Ichinose quickly accepted it:

How do you use this medicine?

Ichinose looked at the medicine bottle in her hand and hesitated.

"Just turn the cat's ear inside out, apply the medicine with a cotton swab, and that's it. This medicine is the best product there. If used properly, the ear mites should be cured in about two to three weeks."

Kitagawa Ryo remembered the doctor's instructions quite clearly. He found a pack of cotton swabs on the bookshelf, tore open the packaging, and handed it to Ichinose Honami.

"Hotaru, you have to be good and not move around, okay? Just bear with it for a little while."

After dipping the cotton swab in the medicine, Honami Ichinose gently extended it, muttering something under her breath.

Kitagawa Ryo initially had a lot of confidence in his cat. In his opinion, "Hotaru," this cat that kept teetering on the edge of becoming a spirit, would have been able to apply medicine to herself if she didn't have hands. But the result was unexpected...

"Meow!!"

The piercing screams were so loud they could have made the neighbors next door want to bang on their doors in the middle of the night.

"Shameful."

Seeing "Hotaru" run up to the top of the sofa and refuse to come down, Kitagawa Ryo had no choice but to give up.

As for Honami Ichinose, she is currently in an awkward situation of questioning the meaning of life. However, for someone who likes "Hotaru," this level of reaction might indeed be a bit hurtful.

Silently apologizing to Ichinose-san on behalf of his cat, Kitagawa Ryo stepped forward:

"Come here quickly, do you still want to get better?"

"Meow meow?"

"Hurry up, don't force me."

"Meow!"

"Are you having a conversation?"

Honami Ichinose, standing next to her, was still holding a cotton swab and cautiously probing.

"No, I don't know what it's saying."

After briefly dealing with Ichinose Honami, Kitagawa Ryoya was also getting a little impatient:

"Come here quickly, or I'll abandon you."

Perhaps it was a reaction to a certain word in Kitagawa Ryo's words, but "Hotaru" hesitated for a moment before reluctantly walking over.

The instant she reached Kitagawa Ryo's attack range, Kitagawa Ryo decisively struck, pinning "Hotaru" firmly to the carpet. Amidst "Hotaru's" incredulous gaze, he flashed a devilish smile at Ichinose Honami:

"Apply the medicine quickly."

"Oh... um."

After a moment of stunned silence, Ichinose Honami finally moved over:

"Won't it hurt if I press like this?"

"If I don't hold it down, it doesn't know how far it will run. This is for its own good. It will understand us. Quick, apply the medicine."

"You've worked hard, just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon."

Ichinose Honami did not disappoint Kitagawa Ryo, quickly inserting a cotton swab soaked in medicine into "Hotaru's" ear and soon finished applying the medicine to the cat.

"call"

With a long sigh of relief, Kitagawa Ryo removed his guilty hands, ignoring Hotaru's tearful expression.

"Watch TV, watch TV, I recorded Super Sentai this morning."

Honami Ichinose is a very opinionated child, which may be related to her family environment, but in her interactions with Ryo Kitagawa, she lets him make arrangements for her.

Kitagawa Ryo excitedly turned on the TV, then tiptoed to the top shelf of the refrigerator to get a large bottle of barley tea. Once everything was ready, he sat down next to Ichinose Honami and casually pulled the "Hotaru" lying there into his arms.

He tilted his head to look into the white cat's fluorescent pupils, nuzzling its head with his nose; he smelled fresh.

"Let me touch it."

Honami Ichinose, who was standing nearby, came over.

Kitagawa Ryo handed Hotaru forward, but Ichinose Honami patted his head instead.

"Wow."

Kitagawa Ryo shrank back warily.

"I'm not a cat."

Honami Ichinose nodded. She recalled a month ago, when a soaking wet Kitagawa Ryo, clutching the tiny kitten, knocked on their door. Kitagawa, completely ignoring her astonished mother and still dripping wet, poked his head in and shouted:

"Fanbo, let's raise this cat together."

At that time, Kitagawa Ryo was more like a dog that had been soaked by the rain.

"Wow."

While thinking this, she couldn't help but reach out and touch Kitagawa Ryo's hair. Kitagawa Ryo, who was engrossed in watching TV, didn't seem to want to argue with her, but just muttered to himself:

"You just want me to stay short, even though I'm a year older than you, I'm the older brother."

Taking advantage of the moment, Hotaru broke free from Kitagawa Ryo's embrace and jumped onto the windowsill. She licked her little paws and squinted her eyes, enjoying the sunlight outside the window.

Kitagawa Ryo had already started chanting the special moves along with the Super Sentai on TV. Ichinose Honami had somehow leaned on his shoulder, hugged Kitagawa Ryo's arm, and started to doze off, but judging from the way the girl's legs were swaying, she was probably just keeping her eyes closed.

This is an extremely long summer where the tokusatsu drama will never end, the kittens will never grow up, and we can cuddle together freely without caring about other people's opinions. Happiness is so easy to obtain.

Chapter Ten: She and His Cat (Part Two)

At 5 p.m., the meeting room, where the second discussion about the cultural festival had just taken place, finally quieted down, with only the student council vice president whispering instructions on some trivial matters and the soft scratching of pens on white paper.

A junior high school student in uniform sitting on the right was organizing a meeting report. He looked somewhat troubled, often rubbing his chin as if thinking, or glancing at the student council vice president sitting next to him.

In the right corner of the conference room, a beautiful young woman with long, golden-pink hair was talking to someone next to her. Her poised and graceful demeanor was impressive, and the smiles she occasionally flashed made him feel a surge of emotion.

Seemingly having heard some interesting suggestion, her bright blue eyes were filled with laughter, and her exceptionally impressive figure compared to her peers made every move she made charming.

Although he had heard before that the student council vice president, Honami Ichinose, was a beautiful woman from all directions, this was the first time he had ever been in such close contact with her, as he had only been selected as an executive member of the class cultural festival this year.

After the initial amazement, he quickly took a liking to the girl. In the meeting that had just ended, he tried his best to make suggestions and perform well. When the girl's bright eyes fell on him for a moment, he felt his whole body filled with power.

Disappointingly, although Ichinose Honami wasn't the aloof type who kept strangers at bay, and could even be described as gentle and friendly to everyone, he always felt a sense of routine and awkwardness towards her. Perhaps this was simply because he wanted to receive more special treatment.

It's almost time.

Based on his observations over the past few days, he knew perfectly well that Ichinose Honami would leave around six o'clock, exiting from the school's east gate and taking the subway home from the nearest station.

Sure enough, just as the clock in the conference room struck six, Honami Ichinose said goodbye. The boy quickly got to work, quickly tidied up the meeting report, finished his tasks, and hurriedly left with his bag.

At the very least, try to talk to her alone and become friends.

The story of a sudden confession and the two falling in love only exists in romance comics.

The boy, who was thinking this, slowed down after seeing Ichinose Honami's back and followed her at a moderate distance.

It looks like they're on the phone.

Noticing the girl's actions, the boy who was about to approach her quickly stopped.

Unlike her smiling face in the conference room just now, Ichinose Honami looked somewhat worried when she answered the phone. Her lips were tightly pursed and her teeth were slightly bitten, making the boy almost instinctively want to go over and comfort her.

"Okay, I know."

Seeing that Ichinose Honami had hung up the phone, the boy noticed that the two had already walked out of the school's east gate. Thinking he was about to strike up a conversation by asking, "Ichinose-san, is something bothering you?" he quickly walked over, but just as he was about to reach Ichinose Honami…

A black Mercedes S600 came to a smooth stop in front of the girl. The boy in the passenger seat rolled down the window and waved to her. Ichinose Honami then opened the back door and got in. All that was left for the boy was the car's taillights and a trail of exhaust fumes as it drove away.

"Ichinose's boyfriend came to pick her up again."

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just my childhood sweetheart. I heard he's the student council president of a nearby school and also the president of the soccer club."

"It's that super famous private school, right?"

"And they seem to be quite wealthy."

"And he's handsome."

The girls nearby chattered away, seemingly unfazed by the situation, while the boy standing there experienced his first heartbreak.

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After rolling the car window back up, the interior of the car seemed to become a closed space, and everyone's breathing could be heard very clearly. Therefore, the girl's somewhat rapid and bewildered breathing was particularly noticeable.

"It's getting colder today, please keep warm."

"Autumn has arrived," Kitagawa Ryo said, his head tilted to the right. Ichinose Honami, sitting in the back seat, couldn't see his expression, but all she could hear was his concern, like lukewarm syrup.

"Ah."

Honami Ichinose responded softly, her gaze fixed on the window; she knew where they were going.

"Ying lived to be nine years old, which is quite remarkable for a cat."

After a moment of silence, it was Ichinose Honami who spoke first.

"Ah."

This time, Kitagawa Ryo responded softly, his tone as light as a wisp of smoke, as if he were about to drift away in the next instant.

Where are you planning to bury it?

That's your cat.

"That's the cat we raised together."

"I gave it to you."

After a brief and hurried exchange, Kitagawa Ryo smacked his lips heavily.

The car quickly stopped in an abandoned park, and Kitagawa Ryo and Ichinose Honami got out of the car, each carrying a cardboard box.

The withered plants were as desolate as the area itself. The thick layer of fallen leaves crunched underfoot. Kitagawa Ryo felt as if he were walking on layers of broken glass, not fallen leaves, because the sound was both cold and crisp to his ears.

At the same time, it was so sharp that he couldn't stand it.

“We used to come here often when we were little.”

Honami Ichinose looked at the still-standing sycamore tree, where two shovels had already been placed.

"Firefly likes to catch birds there, but unfortunately it can never catch them."

Kitagawa Ryo placed the cardboard box on the ground, squatted there in silence for a while before answering.

The lawn was beginning to turn yellow in autumn, and the unkempt weeds were growing wildly. Kitagawa Ryo knelt down and began to dig a hole with a shovel. The withered sycamore leaves drifted down, swirling in the wind, and finally landed on the boy's head and rolled onto his shoulder.

Honami Ichinose stepped forward and brushed the fallen leaves off Kitagawa Ryo's shoulder. She seemed to want to say something, or perhaps do something, such as patting the person in front of her on the back, giving him a hug, or saying a few words of comfort.

But in the end, she chose to pick up another shovel and dig a hole with him.

The white cat named Hotaru was no longer moving. It was quietly placed in the small pit, looking pure and peaceful. Kitagawa Ryosuke tilted his head back, his pupils as if they had just been filtered, taking in the entire blue sky and reflecting a mesmerizing azure.

"I still remember when Hotaru was first found, she was only this size, she didn't grow at all."

Kitagawa Ryo began filling the pit with soil, watching as the grayish-yellow soil gradually submerged the white body, as if watching an apple undergo ugly oxidation.

"It was raining heavily at the time, and Liang came to my door, completely soaked, carrying it."

Honami Ichinose was even a little faster than Ryo Kitagawa. Subconsciously, she believed that if this matter ended quickly, Ryo Kitagawa would feel better.

"Let me say a few final words."

The two worked quickly, and soon Kitagawa Ryo filled in the last handful of soil, and a small sand dune appeared on the small patch of grass.

Immediately afterwards, like a child who hadn't grown up, he angrily threw the shovel aside and squatted down with his knees drawn up to his chest.