Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

Keep in mind that a normal cup of parfait would make most people feel nauseous and dizzy after just one serving without water, but Le Nai can eat two cups without batting an eye, and her stomach doesn't even twitch.

And... since they met, despite eating so much, Lena hasn't turned into a big fat cat.

Where did all that heat go?

"Okay, Wakaba, buy it for me."

This was the first time that a girl younger than herself had tugged at Wakaba Mutsu's sleeve.

She's usually the one who holds others back.

Mu was a little flustered: "I..."

“But if you don’t want to,” Lena rubbed her fingers on Mu’s sleeve, then withdrew them, and said with a rare seriousness, “you should use ‘I don’t want to’ to refuse.”

There was no reluctance.

Mu just felt this was too sudden.

I simply can't keep up with the other person's thinking.

However… what she said seemed to make a lot of sense, and it was so simple that even someone like me could understand it…

Mu tried to speak like Lena had suggested: "I don't..."

"But at least this time, don't refuse me, okay?" Lena tilted her head, revealing her teeth. "Wakaba, will you treat me to a parfait?"

"...Okay." The refusal was blocked, and Mu himself wasn't opposed to being treated.

So he simply agreed to Lena's request.

The cat got what it wanted once again.

"Yay!" Lena cheered softly, pulling Mu's hand and quietly walking outside. "Shh—don't let those two over there see us."

"...Why?" Mu lowered her voice unconsciously...but she usually only spoke this softly.

While keeping an eye on Yanming's location, Lena led Mu towards the door, explaining, "Yanming, you can only let me have two cups of matcha a day at most."

Mu asked, puzzled, "Wasn't that for your own good?"

"That's right. And every time I sneak a bite, I get caught. I've never managed to get away with it." As they talked, the two of them had already slipped to the door. Le Nai pulled Mu along and they slipped silently into the corridor. "Yan Ming is very interesting, but I don't like this about him."

She was even stricter than her grandmother in controlling her sugar intake.

Yanming was probably genuinely worried that she would become overweight and he wouldn't be able to explain it to her grandmother.

However, Lena uses a different stomach when eating matcha, so no matter how much she eats, she won't gain weight.

"We'll get caught... So should we still go?" Mu asked, puzzled.

“I’m going, because trading a parfait for a lecture is a good deal.” Lena’s eyes lit up with determination, but she quickly deflated, “Tch…”

Mu was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

“It’s a small matter,” Lena’s thoughts were too unconventional, and it was difficult for most people to understand every word she said. “There’s only matcha, no guitar.”

But Mu understood: "Do you want to play the guitar?"

"Yeah." Lenai nodded.

Matcha and guitar, for her

Just like the sugar and chopped green onions added to scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

If either one is missing, the dish just won't taste right.

Where's your guitar?

"I was locked up at home."

Grandma said she didn't want her to do nothing but play guitar all day long, so since it was the weekend, she should try to do something else.

So it was locked up.

"Oh!" At this moment, Renai seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up: "Wakaba, are you also a guitarist?"

"...How did you know?" Mu didn't bring her guitar today, so how did she find out?

"Scent." Lena grabbed her hand and placed it to her nose. "*Sniff* *Sniff*"

Cucumber flavor, earthy flavor

And the smell of a guitar.

What? You're asking what a guitar smells like?

It's very unique, and the smell of each guitar is different in terms of flavor, in addition to the smell of the guitar itself.

She smells almost like banana-flavored cotton candy.

Yanming's dish consists of powdered bonito flakes mixed with spaghetti and bean sprouts.

As for that pink-haired guy, he looks a bit like stinky tofu? Anyway, he doesn't smell like a guitar.

On Wakaba's body...

Hmm... it's a little spicy, a little sour and astringent, and also has a... metallic taste.

It must be a very impressive food that I've never seen before.

Lena immediately said, "I'd like to hear you play the guitar."

curious.

"...Can I refuse?"

Lena thought for a moment and said, "It's best not to."

Because she really wanted to hear

She would be very disappointed if she couldn't hear it.

"Hmm, that's fine then... maybe next time." Mu nodded.

"Great."

What a strange girl... But I guess I'm just as strange in other people's eyes too...

Mu looked at Lena as if she were looking at herself.

With this in mind, while waiting for the parfait to be served, Mu tried to strike up a conversation with Lena for the first time.

“...neko?”

“It’s not a cat, it’s Lena,” Lena replied with a smile, turning to the side.

Despite being the younger one, perhaps because she had spent a lot of time with Yanming, even Le Nai seemed a little more mature.

At least in front of Mu, the ease and composure she displayed was no different from that of the elegant and mature Cat Sister.

Of course... let's forget about elegance.

It would be more accurate to say he's talkative.

After all, aside from matcha and guitar, Lena rarely showed any strong desire for anything else.

"Le Nai." Mu called out the other person's name cautiously, and after receiving a soft "hmm" in response, she felt relieved. "How did you and Yan Ming meet?"

Mu Xiang couldn't quite understand how Yanming and Le Nai, given the difference in their personalities, could be so close.

If she can figure this out, perhaps many of her original questions will be resolved.

For such a simple question, Lenai could answer without any thought: "He used to feed me."

It's that simple?

It's that simple.

Establishing the initial bridge of communication is not a complicated matter in itself.

"But... the gap between you... well, the gap is huge." Mu hesitated for a moment before struggling to express his question.

Why can people with such a big gap get along so well and comfortably?

Won't this create a contradiction?

Just like... playing in a band

Before one conflict is resolved, another will arise; there is never a way to solve it once and for all.

"Difference?" Lena shook her head in confusion. "I don't understand. You're talking very strangely."

“Hmm…” Mu lowered his head.

Chapter 149 Cats and Cucumbers (3)

Lena took the parfait handed to her by Rinrinko, ignoring the hand moving around on her head: "There has never been any difference between Yanming and me."

They are the same.

Are the same kind.

"My grandmother once said that a person's musical instrument can reflect their soul to a certain extent, and our souls are all shaped like guitars."

"So, we are the same."

Lena's words, when heard by others, remained as obscure and difficult to understand.

For example, Rinrinko, standing to the side, wore a helpless yet doting expression, as if to say, "This child is saying something I can't understand again."

“Ruoye is the same,” Lena continued. “Even if you ask Yanming, he will give you a similar answer.”

Biologically, they are all classified as humans and are considered to be the organisms with the most complex emotional systems in nature.

It is precisely because of such rich emotions that, despite being of the same kind, countless different "personalities" have evolved among humans in different environments. Psychology believes that these diverse differences are the souls that each human is born with naturally after birth.

"Hmm... If we use Yanming's words, 'It's not that we chose the guitar, but that the guitar chose us,' do you understand?"

Wakaba Mutsu shook her head blankly.

She couldn't understand.

Just as her expressive ability has deteriorated to a certain level, her comprehension ability doesn't seem to be much better.

"I don't quite understand... Could you explain it to me?" Mu asked the teacher, who was a year younger than him, with humility.

Logically speaking, radio waves are usually a domain that is difficult for others to access.

But Lena is different.

She is not the kind of eccentric girl that is difficult for ordinary people to understand in the traditional sense. On the contrary, what she does and thinks usually has a fairly mature logic that only applies to herself.

This logic can be explained by human language; however, whether or not one can understand it depends on the listener's own situation.

Lena asked, "Have you ever tried matcha?"

"...No." Ruoye Mu's family is very strict. They arrange three meals a day to ensure that the nutritional intake is in the most correct proportion.

A glass of mango juice, or an extra small cake after the meal, is fine.

For Mu, things like matcha parfaits, which are super calorie bombs that can make you gain ten pounds just by eating one, are things she has never even considered.

"Open your mouth, ah."

"Mmm..." Before Mu could react, a spoonful of sweet cream was stuffed into her slightly open mouth. However, the matcha powder on top covered the sweetness in the next second, then melted into a ball, spread in her mouth, slid down her throat, and into her stomach.

"What does it feel like?"

"I..." Mu savored the lingering taste on her tongue, "It seems... I don't really like it."

It tastes delicious, but the thought that eating it might turn me from a cucumber into a pumpkin makes it less appealing.

That's why I don't really like it.

“You don’t like it, but it’s my favorite food.” Lena stuck the spoon into the cup, scooped deep into the matcha cake, and then put the big spoonful into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out.

While she was chewing, Muya waited quietly for Renai to continue.

But she could have taken this opportunity to say something more.

But she didn't.

“That’s the difference between us,” Lena said, tossing a spoon into her glass. “Not a gap.”

"I have always believed that as long as I keep working hard, I will be able to find a place where I can live for the rest of my life."