Pet King

to it to stop bothering Pi and give it some time to itself.

But it seemed like Galaxy hadn’t seen his look at all, and it didn’t give Pi the chance to lick at its wounds as it pushed the bed again.
“Meow! Pi, wake up! The sun’s going to roast your butt red!”

Pi frantically pulled the blanket over its butt.

“Meow! Wake up! You still haven’t written your new chapter!” Galaxy kept pushing at the bed.
“Galaxy will keep swinging you until you wake up!”

Pi was getting dizzy with all the swinging.
It would end up vomiting if it really kept that up.
So it could only turn around and sit up, holding onto the string to stop it from swinging.

“Cheep cheep!”

Pi was angry, gesturing at Galaxy wildly to ask it why it didn’t just leave it alone.

Zhang Zian was afraid they would end up fighting and immediately cut in, “Pi, since you’re awake, come out and take a walk or come play with everyone.
You can tell us anything that’s on your mind.
Don’t keep it to yourself.”

Pi shook its head.
There was nothing to say.

Zhang Zian knew that it was introverted and that introverts usually had a harder time letting go of their frustrations.

Besides, he was confused too.
Galaxy wasn’t an annoying personality like Richard was.
Knowing that Pi was feeling horrible right now, why did it keep pestering Pi? Even Richard could see that PI was in a slump, and wouldn’t come disturb Pi at this moment.

Galaxy gracefully jumped onto the table with one leap.

Since they used it every day, the laptop had always been turned on.
Galaxy put out its front paw, pressing the power button.

Whirr…

The computer turned on with a ding, and the hard drive started whirring to life, the startup screen flashing on the display.

“Meow! Pi, if you don’t write, then Galaxy’s going to write for you!”

Galaxy didn’t seem to be joking around.
It really was fiddling with the mouse and smashing at the keyboard randomly.

Pi viewed its novel as something bigger than its life, and it was afraid that Galaxy would destroy the computer too.
In its panic, it put aside its gloominess, hurrying out of the rattan bed and onto the chair, protecting the laptop with its arms out, like a mother eagle with its chicks.

Galaxy had already jumped aside.

“Meow! That’s the spirit!”

Galaxy swished its tail, happily rushing downstairs to play hide-and-seek with the Abynissian cats.
It had used to warm up in the second floor with the American Shorthair, but since the cat had been returned to Aunt Liu, it no longer did that.

Pi was troubled and helpless.
But since it had already gotten up, it should just sit before the computer as it had used to.

After a moment, the laptop booted up completely, automatically logging into the messenger app.

Ping!

The bald monk display picture of the editor in charge of them was blinking, showing that they had unread messages.

Pi hesitated, not daring to open it.
Bad news had been constantly coming these past few days, and it had lost almost all of its courage in the constant barrage.

Zhang Zian had seen from the side as well.
As a bystander, he could tolerate the stress and pressure better.

“Take a look.
It might be good news.” He put his hand on Pi’s shoulder, encouraging it.

Pi lowered its head, silent.

“Alright, then I’ll look at it for you.
If it’s good news, I’ll tell you.” He sighed.
If it was bad news, then there was no point in saying it.
They had been riddled with too much bad news recently.

He held onto the mouse in Pi’s place and clicked it.

There was only one sentence that the editor in charge had left for them: “Wait for the clouds to pass to see the brightness of the moon.”