A cat that can do backflips?

Walking back to the dormitory, Beihai looked at the photos on the camera.

Airisu Sakura watched how serious Beihai was, as if something had occurred to her, and she suddenly felt a bit annoyed.

But seeing how stern Beihai's expression was, it didn't seem like he was looking at embarrassing photos of her—after all, if Beihai had actually taken those, he'd just look at them openly, or even laugh at her outright.

So a hint of curiosity stirred in her heart, like a kitten scratching at her insides, and she couldn't help leaning over to peek.

Among the photos just taken, aside from that one moment when she was slumping against the wall with a dazed expression, there was a red-haired boy in the corridor behind her, seemingly shoving with a few others.

"Well, what are you going to do with this photo?"

Beihai handed the camera back to Airisu Sakura, with no intention of deleting it or confiscating it outright.

This camera wasn't his; taking the photo was just helping out. How to handle it was up to her. Otherwise, if he kept making decisions on his own, it would end up like what Beihai had said before—thinking he was doing good for her, but actually just making things worse.

Airisu Sakura took the camera back and didn't know what to do for a moment. Delete it? Setting aside that it was a camera, that boy looked familiar, like Sudo.

Not delete it? That seemed like it would be trouble.

She thought it over for ages until she reached the dormitory, but still couldn't come up with a final decision.

"Beihai-kun, what should I do?"

If they were still on the road, Beihai would have been happy to offer some advice. But now they were already at the dormitory.

His own practice problems were waiting for him, so Beihai naturally had to seize every second and not waste any time.

"Ah, asking me? I'm waiting for your answer, you know."

Airisu Sakura hadn't expected that kind of reply.

"Eh, is that so?"

That one line left her speechless. In the end, Beihai returned to his own dormitory, his expression serious as he looked at the homework already laid out on the desk.

For some reason, his throat felt dry, and his body was a little hot. That's right—it had been waiting for him for an entire day. It was the only companion in this world that Beihai could truly feel at ease with.

Anyone could lie, but cold problems and answers wouldn't. They were like a prim, rule-abiding beauty. Beihai and these assignments restrained themselves every day.

While Beihai was washing up, the homework made a move as if wanting to be written on together. That's right—these assignments were tempting Beihai.

And just then, the dormitory door was knocked on. Kiyotaka Kiyotaka stood at the entrance, holding a game disc.

"Today, you should rest properly. You can't go wild like before anymore."

Faced with such a kind reminder, Beihai naturally wouldn't refuse.

Beihai nodded and accepted the game disc. Though he verbally agreed to rest early, he simply couldn't overcome his desire for the homework.

He thought he should rest early to prepare for tomorrow's exam, or else something terrible might happen.

But in the end, he still picked up his exclusive tool and carved his own marks and strokes onto the notebook.

On those pure white pages, like Balenciaga, letters were printed all over, but Beihai recklessly smeared them with his own labels.

First came the slender black liquid, like a long whip, and finally, he even applied a layer of white correction fluid.

The next morning, after a night of revelry had faded, reason and calm blew in like a gentle breeze. Beihai straightened his school uniform collar.

The exhaustion in his eyes couldn't be suppressed no matter what. He felt a bit regretful for not resisting the urge and going a little crazy, but with the system keeping him going, he was still as energetic as ever.

Beihai's face was pale. Long-term sleep deprivation and madness had long since drained his body. But at times like this, he always put up a tough front.

"Don't let anyone know about last night. It was just an accident."

With a light kick of his foot, he shoved all the completed homework under the bed, trying to destroy the evidence.

Returning to his usual state, Beihai looked at the exam paper for today's test. His expression was calm, his desires pure, with no trace of worldly cravings in his eyes.

Like someone who had been sneaking around and was about to get intimate, only to find the passion gone. The questions on the paper were all high school level, but to Beihai, they felt a bit stale.

So there were no flashy solutions, nor any problems that required special thought. He just casually went through the motions and finished it off.

The day's exams ended quickly. Beihai was very confident in his results. No dozing off, no accidents—he just had a bit of resistance to these questions.

After all, with Mind Sharing, Beihai hadn't stopped studying. He absorbed knowledge like a sponge, drinking in vast amounts.

He already had a firm grasp of high school basics, but to be safe, he kept reinforcing them.

As time went on, it was like facing a long-time partner—the initial passion was gone, even though these things had been with Beihai for a long while.

But Beihai wasn't a heartless man. He had a scale in his heart.

He still couldn't let his guard down. There were too many geniuses in this world. What if he didn't do well on the exam? Wouldn't he have to suffer in his original family? No way!

Thinking about his abstract father in this world, Beihai couldn't afford to relax at all.

After the exam, Beihai returned to his dormitory. He had barely sat on the bed when his hand unconsciously pulled out all the completed problems.

"I'm just checking, don't overthink it. I'm flipping through, not going to mess around with you."

Opening them up, he took out his Terminal, photographed the problems, and requested Homework Help for a more detailed check. Finally, he picked up a pen and circled things with the cap.

Just rubbing, not actually writing on them.

Just then, the dormitory door was suddenly knocked on. Beihai quickly closed the homework, turned off the Terminal screen, and stuffed it into his pocket.

The movements were fast and very practiced, as if rehearsed many times. When he realized it later, Beihai couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.

This wasn't his damned original family—there was no drunken, crazy boy who would rush over, tear up his homework, and vent his anger on him.

Beihai walked over to the dormitory door and opened it. The first thing that greeted him was an adorable calico cat.

?

He typed out that question mark—not because there was something wrong with him, but because there was something wrong with him. What exactly did this expressionless, deadpan face want to do?

He gave him a dog, and now he was repaying him with a cat?

He already had problems managing his own life—how could he possibly have the energy to take care of a cat!

Kiyotaka Kiyotaka had no idea about all the thoughts running through Beihai's head. If he had known, he would have sighed and remarked that they were truly fated—after all, he himself was a bit of a quiet schemer.

"This is a return gift for you, Beihai. I really liked that dog."

Beihai's eyes widened. He couldn't imagine what use this cat could possibly serve. Aside from adding to his daily burdens and shedding fur to fuel his anger meter, he couldn't think of a single purpose for it.

Unless, one day, he ran into his little group and told them that his dorm room had a cat that could do backflips?