Reincarnated as a Tabby Cat: Daily Life with the School Beauty Empress

Chapter 75, Day 2

People started arriving at the restaurant.

The training center has only about thirty members, but most of them can be gathered together for lunch.

Most of them wore the same black uniforms as Su Qianxue, and their ages ranged widely, the youngest looking to be in his early twenties and the oldest in his sixties or seventies. In the Azure Continent, where the average lifespan is over a thousand years, any skilled martial artist wouldn't look old even at a hundred.

These people concealed their auras after entering, but you could tell how powerful they were just by the way they walked.

Several people carrying trays passed by Su Qianxue, their eyes sweeping over her.

I wasn't looking at her. I was looking at the little golden cat perched on her shoulder.

A short-haired woman stopped in her tracks. Her contracted beast was a seven-colored war wolf, larger than a table, which was lying in the corner of the restaurant eating a whole roasted spirit sheep.

"Is this the cat from the championship?" She tilted her head and looked at it for a few seconds. "It's quite small."

The man beside her, holding a bowl of soup, glanced at Yi Chen: "Emperor level? He's something in the academy, but here—"

He didn't finish his sentence, chuckled, and left.

Two more people arrived. A man and a woman.

The male's contracted beast is an eight-winged golden eagle, while the female's contracted beast is a dark golden saber-toothed tiger; both are in a shrunken state.

The two passed by Su Qianxue's table, and the woman glanced at it a couple more times.

"A cat." She whispered something to the man beside her, and the two walked away, their laughter faintly audible.

Su Qianxue continued cutting the meat without stopping.

Yichen's cat ears twitched, taking in all the snickers and sneers.

Here we go again. He was mocked at the academy for being too small, and now at the training center, it's still because he's too small. Fine, let them laugh for now. This cat has no shortage of face-slapping moments in his life.

He continued to gnaw on his meat with his head down.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

A voice came from the side.

Su Qianxue looked up.

There was a woman standing in front of me, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a slender figure but not very tall.

She was wearing the same black uniform as everyone else, but the sleeves were rolled up twice, revealing a section of her forearm. Her skin was slightly honey-colored.

Her complexion wasn't the fair, clean skin commonly seen in Beijing. Her eyes were round and smiling, her chin slightly pointed, and her overall demeanor was completely different from the cold, hard air of the others in the training center.

What's even more special is her shoulder.

Something was lying there.

Yichen's cat-like pupils contracted slightly.

That's a despicable person.

No, it's not a human, it's a humanoid elf.

She was about 15 centimeters tall, slender, with light green skin, short emerald hair, pointed ears, and wearing a small dress woven from spirit leaves. She was barefoot, squatting on the woman's shoulder, and holding a spirit fruit in her hands, munching on it.

The spiritual fruit was bigger than her head.

"Please sit down," Su Qianxue said.

The woman sat down opposite and placed the plate down.

"My name is Chu Yao, number ninety-three." She picked up her chopsticks. "You must be Su Qianxue, right? Director Xu announced the new member's arrival on the internal channel yesterday."

Su Qianxue nodded.

"I watched the recording of the competition, you were excellent." Chu Yao picked up a piece of spirit mushroom with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, chewing it twice.

Su Qianxue did not respond to this topic.

Chu Yao didn't press further. She pointed in the direction of the people who had just passed by: "Don't pay attention to those people."

Su Qianxue's expression didn't change much.

"When I first arrived, I was mocked in the same way." Chu Yao lowered her head and took a sip of soup. "You saw my contracted beast too," she said, glancing at the little sprite munching on a spirit fruit on her shoulder. "It's fifteen centimeters tall, not much bigger than a palm. Guess what those people said back then? They said I brought a doll to fight."

Upon hearing the words "doll," the little sprite on the shoulder paused in its munching on the spirit fruit, puffed out its cheeks, and let out a dissatisfied "Chirp!"

Chu Yao patted her head: "Don't be angry."

"And then?" Su Qianxue asked.

"And then?" Chu Yao smiled. "Later, when someone was on a joint mission, they were surrounded by ninth-tier beasts. Huanhuan saved him when he was about to die. After that, no one talked about dolls anymore."

Su Qianxue glanced at the little elf named "Huanhuan".

Standing at only fifteen centimeters tall, his face dripping with juice from devouring spirit fruits, he seemed completely unrelated to themes of fighting and rescuing people. But Su Qian...

Xue did not underestimate her.

"What is the aptitude level of your contracted beast?"

"Mewtwo," Chu Yao said casually, "an earth spirit."

Su Qianxue stopped picking up food with her chopsticks.

Earth spirits.

This name holds a place in Su Qianxue's memories from her previous life.

Earth Spirits are the top race among wood-type beasts, extremely rare, with no more than three recorded in the entire Azure Continent.

Although small in size, they can control all plants and earth elements within a radius of several miles. In the ancient records of the Ice Phoenix Empire, earth spirits were classified as "battlefield-modified alien beasts," and their evaluation was summed up in four words: one against a thousand.

"Earth spirits are extremely rare; I have only seen them mentioned in historical documents."

"Yes, it's so rare that when it first awakened, the appraiser spent ages searching the database to find out what species it was." Chu Yao wiped her mouth with a tissue. "But there are plenty of rare things in this training center. You'll see after you stay a few more days."

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Yichen squatted on the table, his emerald green cat eyes staring at Huanhuan on the opposite shoulder.

The little elf was watching him too.

Two pairs of eyes, not of human origin, stared at each other across the plates for three seconds.

Huanhuan put down the half-eaten spirit fruit and jumped onto the table.

"Chirp chirp!"

She ran up to Yichen, stretched out a finger thinner than a matchstick, and poked Yichen's nose.

Yichen was stunned for a second.

The little elf poked it again, then giggled, its voice delicate and crisp.

"Huanhuan! Don't touch other people's cats."

"Meow," Yichen called out.

He stretched out one of his front paws and very gently touched Huanhuan's head.

The little elf's short, emerald-green hair was flattened by the cat's paws, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she laughed even harder and rubbed against Yichen's paw tips a couple of times.

Chu Yao's eyes lit up at the sight: "Huanhuan rarely takes the initiative to get close to other contracted beasts. Is there anything special about your cat?"

Su Qianxue glanced at Yichen.

"He's always been like this."

Yichen was calculating rapidly in his mind.

[Chu Yao, Wood-type, with a Mewtwo-level Earth Spirit as her contracted beast. This person is kind to Qianxue, and it's not an act. A truly malicious person wouldn't use their past experience of being mocked to warm up the atmosphere. Moreover, this Earth Spirit is taking the initiative to get close to me—interesting.]

He bent down and touched Huanhuan's head again.

"Chirp!"

[Ding! Warmth value +80! (Bonus for friendly interactions with other contracted beasts!)]

[Wow. Playing with other contracted beasts can increase warmth points? This scene bonus is full of surprises.]

Su Qianxue and Chu Yao chatted for more than half an hour. They talked about everything from cultivation to the daily life at the training center, and from the daily life to the general situation of the members of the training center.

Chu Yao speaks directly and concisely, conveying a wealth of information.

"Of the thirty-two students, sixteen have had their contracted beasts evolve into Mewtwo. All sixteen of them are at the tenth rank in martial arts. The remaining sixteen all have Emperor-level contracted beasts, with martial arts levels ranging from the eighth to the tenth rank. You are the only one..."

"A martial artist at the seventh level entered."

"But don't think that's the ceiling." She lowered her voice. "There are several alumni who have already graduated from the training center and are now working in the core departments of the empire. It's said that their strength has already reached the threshold of the Immortal Realm."

Immortal Realm Level!

In her previous life, she hadn't reached this point.

In this life, she has the resources of the training center, the guidance of Murong Qingfeng, and Yichen. She looked down at the golden kitten playing with Huanhuan.

In this life, I will reach the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm.

"Don't worry. I'm used to it." Su Qianxue picked up the soup bowl and took a sip.

Chu Yao slammed her hand on the table: "You'll get used to it. In the future, produce results and make these people look bad."

"Meow!" Yichen looked up from the side and nodded.

Then he seriously flicked his tail in the direction of those who had mocked Su Qianxue.

[Yes, it's more than just swollen. Make those guys do a collective pole dance, just you wait, Cat Master.]

Whether Huanhuan understood Yichen's meow or not, she jumped up, spun around on the table, and made a series of "chirp" sounds.

The chirping sound seemed to be echoing.

Chu Yao was amused: "You've got quite a temper, you cat."

"He's not that he has a bad temper," Su Qianxue said, putting down her soup bowl. "He just holds grudges."