After returning from Dragon Park on Saturday, Jiang Han had spent all her time studying the specialties of giant cats, chatting with Sophia about everything under the sun, and occasionally clocking in at Witch House for five-hour shifts.
This ordinary life continued until Thursday of the second week.
That day, Jiang Han was playing Marite Racing with Chen Ligu, who had come over as a guest.
"Sis, give me a point, give me a point! If you don't, I'm gonna die!"
Chen Ligu had both legs stretched taut and her mouth wide open, clutching her controller with an expression that said, 'I'm gonna strangle you!'
Jiang Han's cat eyes widened as her heel repeatedly pounded the carpet.
"No! If I give you this point, I'll have to play another three ranked matches. Do you know how hard S-rank matches are?"
"My A+ promotion!"
"My S-rank point protection!"
"I called you sis!"
"I called you Mom!" Jiang Han seized the initiative. "Mommy!"
"..."
Priscilla stood beside them with her arms folded, grinning. "Why don't you each call the other whatever you like?"
In this crucial match, Jiang Han pulled out the classic tactic, 'pulling away the chair.' With one swipe of her tail, she knocked the sofa cushion out from under Chen Ligu's butt. But to her surprise, Gu Bao was like Isshin from the final battle of O, letting out a loud "Hah!" as her trembling legs settled into a horse stance.
Watching those long legs wrapped in glossy black stockings tremble without stop, Jiang Han's heart tightened. She quickly lashed her tail into the hollow behind Gu Bao's knee.
"Holy crap, Han Cat, you really are a little bastard!"
Gu Bao cried out unwillingly.
Han Cat then smiled like a cat and chanted, "Fall, fall."
Chen Ligu immediately dropped