The anger was inexplicable.

It was as if his territory had been invaded, his possessions stolen, or some important thing had been lost—a sense of offense and anger.

Fenix keenly noticed the tension in the air.

He looked up from the web page and saw Lion's somewhat odd expression.

Lion seemed unhappy.

Fenix sensed this, but the anger wasn't directed at him.

There were many things that could make Lion angry, Fenix thought.

Someone provoking him, subordinates being too stupid, food not to his taste, projects not meeting expectations... Sometimes, even the sound of raindrops falling on the roof could trigger the lion, who was always in a state of irritability.

Fenix had never personally experienced Lion's irrational anger, but he had watched plenty of videos recorded by Athenas.

At one point, Fenix thought that Athenas who pursued the Lion route were either compulsive collectors or masochists.

But the gentleness Lion showed during brief moments of rest made people think that it was normal for someone to rush towards him like moths to a flame.

After all, humans are inherently hypocritical.

When someone treats everyone else like fallen leaves in autumn wind, yet treats you exceptionally well and gently, the feeling of being special is an unrefusable pleasure.

Especially when that person holds a high status.

However, Fenix didn't have any particular feelings about this.

Because he hadn't seen much of how Lion interacted with others.

Ferran doesn't count.

Ferran, that dog, even Fenix wanted to kill him, let alone Lion.

But now Ferran wasn't here.

Why did Lion suddenly get angry?

Wasn't the characteristic of being plump supposed to help people let go of their worries?

The kitten hesitated for a moment, wagged his tail, and "meowed."

Lion's gaze remained on Fenix. Seeing the little cat's uneasy appearance, he withdrew his gaze after a while.

"It's just a meal, why won't you come back?" Lion said, opening the nutritional supplements placed aside.

Fenix hadn't eaten this for a week and was still engaging in intense exercise, needing a lot of replenishment.

Fenix listened to the sound of the aluminum foil wrapping the pills and felt there was nothing wrong with telling him, so he typed: "Because we're preparing for four meals!"

Lion paused, "Hmm?"

Fenix: "There are four of us in the dormitory, each treating one meal because we'll be going our separate ways, and the next time we meet might be unknown."

Derek was going to the Imperial Planet, and the distance between the Imperial Planet and Cobalt Star required a week's journey even with the fastest spaceship.

Moreover, Derek was going for an internship at the hospital. Spending two weeks traveling just for a reunion was too low in terms of cost-effectiveness.

Fenix thought that given Derek's overly rational personality, he was likely not to come back even for the graduation ceremony.

His unconfirmed certificates would probably be mailed to the Imperial Planet.

As for Lancelot and Alfred, although one received a trainee position at Lion Corp. and the other an offer, where they would finally work was uncertain.

Lion Corp. was such a large group; they could be transferred anywhere.

Thinking of this, Fenix felt a bit disappointed.

But Lion's anger gradually dissipated at this moment.

What was he angry about?

Most of the people familiar from student days would disappear in the years to come.

Entering the workplace meant starting anew.

This was good, Lion thought.

This kitten's new starting point in life was in his hands, and the path he would take would be under his control.

Lion thought of this and the corner of his mouth curled slightly.

The aluminum foil in his hand made a fine rustling sound as he separated the nutritional tablets. Then he reached out to remove the Elizabethan collar around the kitten's neck.

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Then he said slowly, "Separation is a normal thing."

Fenix nodded, "Yes."

Lion looked at Fenix, who had immediately cast aside his disappointment and was now munching on meat, and paused.

This recovery speed was a bit too fast.

But Fenix was a temperament that couldn't keep worries for more than ten minutes.

Compared to feeling sad about the inevitable parting, it was more practical to eat more meat.

He hadn't eaten meat for a whole week!

An entire week!

Fenix gnawed at the meat, thinking about the great sacrifice he had made, and felt anger arise because Lion hadn't noticed he was upset.

Damn!

Taking a step back makes you even angrier, enduring for a moment makes you feel even more wronged.

Fenix slammed the table.

Lion looked up.

Fenix paused, looking at Lion.

Lion waited for him to say something and pushed the small dish of nutritional tablets toward Fenix.

Fenix looked at the dish.

In the dish, besides the light red nutritional tablets, there were a few white tablets.

Lion followed his gaze and explained, "Anti-inflammatory and swelling reduction. Aren't you going to see your classmates? It wouldn't look good if you were swollen."

Fenix was stunned for a moment, and the little anger in his heart instantly vanished like a punctured balloon.

He lifted his still slightly swollen paw, "Thank you, boss, you're so nice."

Fenix was too arrogant.

Except for Lion, where could he find such a good boss!

Fenix lowered his head to chew the tablets.

Think about it, Lion was the one paying him, why should he care about his mood swings.

Lion asked, "What were you going to say just now?"

He wanted to say Fenix was very angry.

He also wanted to bargain, saying that threatening Fenix and forcing deals was not allowed.

But now he didn't want to!

Fenix instantly discarded the idea of restating that he was angry.

He typed, "Thinking about where to go for dinner."

Lion couldn't respond to this.

He rarely ate outside.

Fenix didn't expect Lion to respond to this topic either.

Even if he did, the places Lion suggested would likely be beyond his means.

Fenix crunched the tablets like candy beans, drank half a glass of water, and then hopped off the table, heading straight for the bedroom.

Lion guessed he was probably going back to transform into a human.

He thought about it and opened the control panel, ready to send a few sets of clothes via the robot.

Awakened beings had this disadvantage; because they lacked clothing, transforming between awakened form and human form was very inconvenient.

Lion didn't particularly like transforming into his awakened form.

It was inconvenient, in every sense of the word.

While thinking, Lion entered Fenix's measurements into the panel.

Although it seemed a bit perverted, Fenix's data was practically memorized by Lion.

This child's resume was average to above average among ordinary people.

Not a genius, but certainly worthy of the term "excellent."

So his life was traceable, and there was a lot of information available.

From participating in the town's cultural performance troupe at five years old to basketball games against other schools in college, there were recordings.

Although Lion hadn't watched all of them, he had browsed some recent ones.

How to describe it...

Lion remembered Fenix standing on the basketball court, gritting his teeth and shooting a three-pointer in the last five seconds, and tapped the table lightly.

He sent the measurements and the command to deliver clothes, then thought about the victorious projection showing the flying corners of the young man's clothes, bright eyes, vibrant vitality, and wet tank top.

How to describe it...

Lion thought about it again.

If forced to say, it was like watching a young beast reach the age of hunting for the first time and successfully catch its prey, producing a tangible joy and happiness.

Although Fenix wasn't catching prey for the first time.

But young men, when they achieve victory, their joy is always the purest.

Lion thought about this, extended a finger, and gently tapped the water glass, causing a "ding" resonant sound.

Lion liked this purity.

...

The purity Lion liked was now draped in a bathrobe, lying on the bed in a spread-eagle position, deep in thought.

Putting aside the intermittent awakening pains for now, there was a more pressing issue.

He had transformed back into a human, but he found that he was a bit unaccustomed to walking on two legs.

There's a saying that forming a habit takes twenty-one days.

After twenty-one days, the body develops muscle memory, and the mind adjusts accordingly.

Fenix calculated that he had been a cat... oh no, a plump one, for a full twenty-seven days.

Fenix sighed deeply. He raised his hand to touch his head, but his arm reached into empty space.

??

Damn, where's my head?!

Fenix was shocked, tilting his head up to see his hand stretching far beyond his head.

Fenix: "..."

After adapting to the cat's body.

Cat paws are so short.

Fenix awkwardly withdrew his hand and touched his scalp.

Good.

Head is still there, hair is still there.

He looked down, a bit unfamiliarly tying the bathrobe belt, slowly moving to the edge of the bed, then stood up holding onto the bed, walking step by step to the mirror.

He raised his eyes, amazed.

Oh my god!

Who is this handsome guy in the mirror?!

Fenix raised his hand to touch his face, "Ah."

Hadn't looked at himself for almost a month, didn't expect to still be so handsome.

Not bad, it's me.

Fenix looked at the mirror for two minutes.

The person in the mirror gradually turned pale, with a layer of shiny sweat beads on his forehead.

Fenix sighed.

Still hurts.

Fenix looked down, took out the terminal, and typed, "Boss, do you have painkillers?"

Lion saw the message pop up on the social account, "Yes."

Fenix was delighted, "Great, I'm coming down!"

Lion thought about it and kindly reminded, "Be careful."

Fenix was puzzled.

He put on the terminal, supported the wall, and walked out.

Fenix's room was on the second floor.

Lion sent orders to the medical robot, adding painkillers and bruise ointment to the list.

Awakened beings just transformed back to human form often possessed destructive capabilities comparable to those of canine awakened beings.

Specifically manifested in uncontrollable strength, unfamiliarity with the body, inability to overcome awakened instincts, and misunderstanding of their physical size.

Lion was thinking about this when his acute hearing caught the "click" sound from upstairs.

Fenix was dumbfounded, staring at the door handle he had pulled off, trying for two seconds to push it back in place.

But when he exerted force, not only the door handle but the entire lock fell off.

Fenix was stunned.

No!

Is this thing so fragile?!

Could it be that the cat opening the door with its weight every day broke it?

He stood there in a daze for a long time, bent down to pick up the lock, and stood there at a loss, eventually deciding to confess to Lion with evidence in hand.

Lion sat downstairs, seeing the two robots delivering clothes and medicine. Before he could confirm receipt, there was a loud crash.

Lion turned his head and saw the young man in a bathrobe rolling down the last three steps of the stairs, flipping over, sitting on the carpet, one hand holding the door handle, the other the lock, with a face full of confusion and bewilderment.

Lion thus took the painkillers and ointment delivered by the medical robot and approached Fenix, who was still clueless about why this disaster had occurred.

Lion squatted down, "Extend your leg."

Fenix subconsciously extended his leg.

There were many bruises and purple marks on his leg. Lion was not surprised, poured ointment directly onto the bruised areas, and started rubbing.

"Ouch!" Fenix pulled his leg back in pain.

Lion looked up at him.

His cat, whether in human or awakened form, was exceptionally understandable.

At this moment, he was holding the door handle and lock like a shield, guarding against the person bringing him pain.

His face read, "Let me see which bastard wants to harm me."