A Helplessly Weak, Big Ginger Cat

Chapter 27 Incubation Period

 Half a month later, at 10:30 in the evening, Dai Zu didn't come back. He found a job that suits him not long ago and continued to do weapons research on Elef's side.

Loma regularly sends text messages to report on the battle situation and is reluctant to think about it. It seems that it will take some time to let the kidnappers go.

Wolf Eleven and Yan Leyang huddled together in the living room to study.

Their game of transforming people is a week later than that of non-transformers. After all, the game of transforming people has its own special effects, which are more enthusiastic than those of non-transformers, and the audience likes it more.

The non-transforming game is like a warm-up, preparing for the fighting game that follows.

There are no rules for underground fighting except that you can't bring firearms.

And for Yan Leyang, there is the most important point.

"You can't win too easily." Wolf Eleven reminded him, "If you win too easily, people will find it tricky." Other than that, at least their identities cannot be exposed.

Now Yan Leyang is a player on Elef's side, of course he can't show his face, and he is now a desperado who has lost both his parents and desperately needs this money to save his life and make his life better.

Yan Leyang has done a race test to prove that he is a cat.

Elef's players are not only Yan Leyang, and no one has noticed such an inconspicuous little role.

And what Yan Leyang wants to take is an inspirational script.

In short, although you can win, you must win with hard work, embarrassment, and a close call. At least make it look like that.

"The next battle is a jackal." After reading the battle table, Wolf Eleven turned to Yan Leyang: "Can your acting skills hold up?"

"Probably." Yan Leyang was also not sure.

"Try it." Wolf Eleven stood up, "I will restrain my strength, you try your best to perform, the day after tomorrow is the competition."

Yan Leyang nodded and had no objection.

The two went to the rooftop, and when they were ready, Wolf Eleven attacked Yan Leyang preemptively, with the strength of an ordinary wolf clan, which made Yan Leyang feel nothing when punched.

After being embarrassed for about half a second, Yan Leyang stepped back again and again, the back of his head hit the wall, and he slid down weakly.

Wolf Eleven glanced at his fist, then looked at Yan Leyang who was still screaming: "Are you touching porcelain?"

Yan Leyang, who was trying to perform pain, said...

"Aren't you a crew member?" Wolf Eleven was puzzled. Yan Leyang could only get up embarrassedly, patted the dust on his body, and explained, "I'm a screenwriter, not in charge of acting."

Yan Leyang got up and patted his face: "Come again, I'll try again."

Wolf Eleven nodded. , attacked Yan Leyang again, this time Yan Leyang caught the scene and flew a long way with a bang. With a bang, he broke the clothes pole on the balcony, fell to the ground and rolled in a circle, raised his head, Yan Leyang looked at Wolf Eleven in disbelief.

The expression changed from shock to pain, to making up his mind and clenching his fists...

"There's no need to be so layered." Wolf Eleven reminded Yan Leyang who had already taken a deep breath.

And Yan Leyang's layering is quite delicate and contrived.

Their training lasted until two o'clock in the morning, and Yan Leyang's performance really didn't make much progress. He was probably the type who would be scolded by a vase on TV in class, a beautiful waste.

The two of them sat on the roof, neither of them uttered a word, and they could vaguely hear the sound of night music and human voices mixed together.

Yan Leyang looked up and saw that he couldn't see the starry sky, just like the city in his original world.

The people of the last world looked up at the unpredictable cosmic galaxy, and the people of this world are all over the galaxy, and it feels like it has changed.

What has changed: "Actually, I don't know."

Wolf Eleven looked at Yan Leyang.

"I may miss my mother a little bit." Yan Leyang was still a little embarrassed, Ms. Lion Cat who loves her son very much, probably realized that she couldn't contact him anymore.

For a moment, Yan Leyang had a familiar feeling, an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

He's not really tied down in this world, and the only guy from the same place as him is still out of touch.

Yan Leyang is an adult, he can handle his emotions, even quite well. It's just that he was busy escaping from the prison before, and now he has temporarily settled down, that kind of inexplicable thought also swept through.

The parents listed on the competition list are dead, and he can't even prove that he has parents now, and the family is quite harmonious.

Wait! Yan Leyang stood up abruptly, he found that his emotions were not right, he was inexplicably sad in the spring and sad in the autumn, touching the scene and feeling emotional, this was not like him.

"What's wrong?" Wolf Eleven noticed that Yan Leyang shook his head twice, and also stood up and asked.

"Are you going out for a drink? Protagonist." Yan Leyang invited, "Go out for a walk, get some sleep, and start the game with energy the day after tomorrow."

Wolf Eleven doesn't care, most of the time he has no desires. Although the setting of his own iceberg protagonist seems to be OOC more than once.

The two of them went to an old neighborhood not far from the center of the city. There was no need to think about the security here. They walked all the way to the bar. On the way, they even met a strange "scout" who came to talk to them and asked them if they were there. I have no interest in making movies to make money.

Of course, this kind of movie has no plot, it is very simple, so simple that you don't even need to wear clothes.

After they said goodbye to the "star scout", Wolf Eleven silently pulled up his collar and covered half of his face, leaving only his ferocious eyes.

Yan Leyang smiled at that time, and the smiling wolf Eleven's face turned black.

"The protagonist was handed a small card and invited to make a porn/film. This plot is quite strange." Yan Leyang found a roadside table and sat down directly. Wolf Eleven sat across from him without making a sound.

"Let's drink in moderation, don't drink too much, it's not good for me to be cut off." Yan Leyang is very strict with his own alcohol consumption. If he drinks too much, he will get drunk. If he is drunk, he will expose the prototype. Not necessarily.

"Yeah." Wolf Eleven seems to have finally picked up his brilliance when he goes out, cherishing words like gold.

After Yan Leyang poured him the wine, Lang Eleven said, "You said you missed your mother?"

Yan Leyang paused: "you remember?"

Lang Eleven was silent again.

"It's normal, adults are sentimental, and this time travel has a big impact on my three views." Yan Leyang ordered a side dish or two with the boss who came forward, "Am I not regulating my mood? My mother has My dad coaxing her, she won't be too uncomfortable."

"I remember what you said, your mother is a cat."

"Yes, they are a great interracial love, my dad is a tiger king, and he is my mother. Don't dare to say anything when you beat me."

"Aren't you uncomfortable? They care about you." Wolf Eleven reminded, "If you died or disappeared in that world, they would be worried."

Yan Leyang was depressed, he found that Wolf Eleven was really not good at chatting. He doesn't need others to remind him how much his parents care about him, and he has a clear understanding of these Yan Leyang, and now he wants to get rid of the boredom by hooking up with people.

It's the kind of drinking and drinking, walking around the street together until you get a little drunk, and when the night wind blows in this broken place with the smell of urine, won't people wake up? Get some more sleep.

Anything sentimental, fuck it, living your life well is the most important thing in any world.

On second thought, the original family of Wolf Eleven does not seem to be very happy.

So Yan Leyang didn't say more, picked up the wine glass, and had a toast with Wolf Eleven.

Wolf Eleven also seemed to realize that the current atmosphere was a bit gloomy, and changed the subject: "Your acting needs to be more natural, it's best not to let people see the flaws."

There was no chat today, and Yan Leyang almost turned the table and left.

After he took a sip of wine, he talked about another topic: "Do you trust me now?"

"Well." Wolf Eleven felt that it was still difficult to deceive himself with Yan Leyang's acting skills. But I can't say these words, because of this kind of criticism, it seems that the big tiger can't listen.

"Actually, you don't need to worry about this. I've said it many times. Go and see if you can change the future." Yan Leyang bumped the wine glass with Wolf Eleven again.

Wolf Eleven blinked his eyes in confusion, and he looked into Yan Leyang's eyes. I can no longer see sadness or nostalgia in Yan Leyang's expression.

Emerald's eyes are just calm, like a lake.

This was said to Wolf Eleven, and Yan Leyang said to himself. He didn't know if he could go back. Rather than being sentimental, he might as well pretend that he couldn't go back.

It is impossible for him to cross again, and he will no longer struggle with whether he can go back. As long as he lives in the present moment, he wants to live in this world and live freely.

Yan Leyang smiled: "Brother, be confident, you are the protagonist."

"Although the protagonist's halo is unreliable, your setting is quite awesome. What is the protagonist coward? You should be the one who is born outstanding." Yan Leyang The smile was wide, revealing two tiger teeth.

"Is it real, isn't it clear that this thing slaps you?"

"Oh, you don't need to slap it, I think your level of chat is quite real, not perfect at all."

Wolf Eleven was holding the wine in both hands. He didn't know why he did this. It looked stupid and not chic at all. Of course, Wolf Eleven didn't care whether he was chic or not.

He stared blankly at Yan Leyang. Yan Leyang still had a relatively ordinary face. In order to avoid suspicion, he also wore a red and green hat with worrying aesthetics on his head.

Stupidly, but inexplicably, his eyes conveyed a sense of strength, as if the big-faced orange cat lent his domineering aura to this humanoid body.

"If you can make up your mind, I can try to accompany you to change your destiny."

Wolf Eleven's pupils dilated.

Good guy, Yan Leyang thought, after being beaten by society for so many years, his middle school 2 has not yet completely died, but has been lurking.