Qiuqiu

As soon as the dorm room door opened, Qiuqiu in the room charged over fiercely, launching a meaty body slam at Beihai's legs, then wriggling between his thighs, rubbing against his ankles.

Beihai was raising a cat for the first time and had no idea what to do, so he usually watched some Cat Love TV.

Things like, tears in eyes, a kind-hearted person late at night, to keep the big dog at the pet hospital from going hungry, sent over a box of kittens so the big dog could have a midnight snack.

Truly achieving the "cat abuse zone" being no match for the "cat love zone"'s stroke of genius.

Beihai simply crouched down, then picked up the cat's upper body, gently lifted it, and the whole cat stretched out long like that.

Beihai's pupils shook violently; he never expected a cat could be like this—was it liquid?

So the question was, how long could a cat stretch?

Beihai lifted the cat up, then grabbed it by the scruff with one hand and its tail with the other to pull it taut.

It was just like a spring, really amazing.

Airisu Sakura poked her head out from behind Beihai one after another, and at first glance she was a bit surprised—did the cat like this? Wouldn't it hurt the cat?

After finishing the stretching routine, Beihai found it boring, grabbed the cat by the scruff, and directly handed it over to Airisu Sakura.

Airisu Sakura hadn't even reacted yet; it was very soft as soon as she took it, and the cat's belly was a bit big, as if it had eaten its fill.

"Beihai-kun, just handing it over to me like this, is that okay? I'm afraid I won't raise it well."

Her small hand touched Qiuqiu; Qiuqiu's belly was really round. If she fed it like this every day, the slender cat would disappear and turn into the kind of cat grandparents raise, called a "lump of cat."

"That's right, it's in your hands. Have some confidence in yourself."

Beihai didn't know how to raise cats; he usually just tossed the cat aside and bought enough food.

Spending points on cat food was no problem, but cats generally liked to cause trouble—push full cups of water off the table, forcefully lick your hand when you're doing homework.

Once you turned on the computer, it would attack your screen, leave a little tooth mark on your top-right corner, and eventually bite through your whole screen.

And going to the bathroom anywhere, then you'd really become a poop scooper. Adding up all the negatives, it was already pretty good that Beihai hadn't thrown this cat off the second floor to make it the school's senior.

"Sakura-san, I believe that with this cat, you'll become more cheerful."

Beihai casually made up a passable excuse, afraid she wouldn't take it, or else the point spending and headaches would all fall on him.

Airisu Sakura had originally seen Beihai standing to the side, as if inviting her in, and not knowing how to refuse, she almost stepped forward to take a look at Beihai's dorm.

But spurred by those words, she immediately took a small step back. When she realized it, she felt that this step back would definitely make Beihai misunderstand, so she hurriedly tried to explain.

"No, I, um, don't misunderstand."

In her panic, her hands tightened, and the cat in her arms got startled, but thinking this was its future poop scooper, it could only endure.

If it wanted to get back at her, it would have to wait until it became her cat master, then it could cause trouble without restraint.

Then it would definitely knock over water cups, bite pillows, eat her snacks, and bite through the screen!

Beihai saw she was about to start all kinds of performances, and dragging it out would waste time, so he directly cut her off: "No need to say it. I know."

Sure enough, those words were effective. Airisu Sakura's swaying body and the arms tightening around Qiuqiu both relaxed.

Qiuqiu came back to life, then decided to use a headbutt attack, its head constantly pushing upward.

Airisu Sakura could only free one hand, press down on its head and pet it, but she didn't forget her main purpose.

"Um... what do you know?"

Airisu Sakura was a bit uncertain, already starting a mental storm. After spending time with Beihai-kun, she had been getting more and more relaxed.

Maybe he already knew she was an underground idol. What would it turn into? Would he look down on her? Would he use it to blackmail her again?

In the end, say something like "you wouldn't want that," and then she'd have no choice but to comply, forced into his evil game.

No, no, Airisu Sakura, what are you even thinking about?

She was indeed an underground idol. The nature of her idol work, besides singing, also involved taking some fan-service photos. On the internet, this kind was generally called a "fan-service girl."

When shooting, she was often quite bold. When alone, her courage would grow extra large, and she could try all kinds of daring things.

Just like Hitori Gotoh, who became a singer online, played her own tunes freely, and had fans.

Airisu Sakura's advantage over Hitori was that when she went out or talked to others, she wouldn't directly hide in a trash can.

She couldn't overthink it. With a secret inside her and frequent contact, there was a chance he'd see through her. What would await her then?

And she was bound to be disappointed, because Beihai had already turned into a riddle-teller.

Mainly, Beihai didn't even know what it was about; he had just made up an excuse.

"Know what? No need to guess like that. Because I understand it all, you see."

After saying that, he even patted Airisu Sakura's shoulder. Doing this, Beihai could sense her body seemed to stiffen, and then she ran off carrying his Qiuqiu.

Only the cat's yowl was left behind. When Beihai turned his head, he could only see her back.

"Looks like this girl who can't say no has some secrets inside her. But I'm not interested."

After muttering that, he closed the dorm door. As soon as it shut, he turned around to put his bag on the desk, and two knocks sounded at the door.

Beihai sensed something was off. She had just left; given Airisu Sakura's personality, there was no way she'd be thick-skinned enough to come running back, and not this fast either.

Combining that with his network of connections, there was only one culprit.

As expected, the door opened to reveal that expressionless face standing before Beihai.

"Want to come to my dorm? They're having a celebration over there—well, celebrating the victory in this exam."

Even Kiyotaka Kiyotaka felt a bit strained saying it himself, almost unable to fathom why.

"Celebration? You mean for this May exam? What's there to celebrate about that? If we're going to do this every time, wouldn't we be celebrating every single month?"

The other party might not understand, but that didn't mean Beihai could grasp it either. Besides, the dorms the school provided for students—while not exactly small—weren't as spacious as one might imagine. With so many people crammed into one room, it would really get crowded.

"Can I skip it?"

"Here are the Advanced Math problems. I've written out all the solutions—maybe they'll be useful to you."