Chapter 105: Druid

After joking, Du Jia Jia formally embarked on the final journey.

Unlike the prison cart just now, this equipment at least allows her to truly come into contact with Little Kitten; at the same time, even if she gets licked by the cat, she won't suffer too much harm.

If all goes well, she will gradually take off this armor afterward, but before that, the chains are still necessary.

This is also Dong Junwei's bottom line.

Du Jia Jia in full armor, mighty and vigorous, strode toward the door.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Wei Dalei gripped one end of the chain in his hand, his eyes almost popping out.

Du Jia Jia hurried to the door, and just as she was about to step out, she suddenly stopped, stood silently for a few seconds, then took a deep breath.

Then she stepped across the threshold.

Outside the door.

Little Yellow sat on the ground, earnestly licking its paws; because it was small and round with short limbs, licking was laborious, often it would lick and lick, accidentally tip its head back and tumble over, roll once on the ground, then get up and continue licking.

But whenever Du Jia Jia approached, it would immediately sense it and then stand guard in front of the passage beneath the door crack.

This time was no different.

The plastic armor, overall still relatively light, made Du Jia Jia appear as a normal human figure.

From Du Jia Jia's perspective, even lying on the ground, Little Kitten was as tall as three or four stories; the morning sunlight blocked by its body cast a huge shadow.

She tilted her head back, gazing at the cat's enormous face.

Even at this moment, she still found Little Kitten adorable.

Especially when she saw Little Yellow's gaze, a familiar, warm feeling welled up.

The cat habitually shook its head; seeing Du Jia Jia slowly approach, it lay down again, pressed its head to the ground, and nudged forward.

Du Jia Jia was at a loss, wanting to reach out and touch it, yet afraid that too bold a move would frighten the cat.

She stopped her steps and locked eyes with the cat for a moment.

Finally.

She then took two more steps forward.

In response to Du Jia Jia's approach, the cat showed no discomfort; instead, it lowered its body further, its eyes expressing grievance and innocence, resembling a little dog begging for a pet.

The cat is usually aloof; unless it especially trusts and likes someone, it rarely shows such clingy behavior.

Du Jia Jia was melted by this expression and instinctively reached out, wanting to pet it.

However, the size difference between them was enormous; Du Jia Jia was no bigger than the cat's mouth, making it impossible to pet the cat.

Moreover, the cat's whiskers, in her eyes, were as thick as whips; a slight sway could fling her away.

Yet the cat seemed to notice even this subtle detail; each time it shook its head, it deliberately avoided touching Du Jia Jia.

Du Jia Jia's outstretched hand hung awkwardly in midair.

For a moment she didn't know what to do.

The next moment.

The cat suddenly lifted its head, then a fluffy paw extended outward.

Chen Mu and the others were terrified out of their wits, almost about to pull the chain to drag Du Jia Jia back.

On the contrary, Du Jia Jia remained the most composed.

The cat's plump paw, with its claws retracted, looked like a soft, fleshy pad.

The cat's paw, pressed to the ground, was as tall as Du Jia Jia herself, and it stretched right up to her face.

At this moment, Du Jia Jia regained the feeling she had when licking the glass before.

This clearly showed that Little Yellow had sensed her thoughts, extending its paw to shake hands with her.

Du Jia Jia, nervous yet excited, took two more steps forward.

By the time she reached the cat's paw, it felt as if she had expended all her strength.

She tremblingly stretched out both hands, then lifted her head to glance at the cat's face.

From her current angle, she could hardly see the cat's face clearly, but she could still feel Little Yellow's intimacy toward her.

Du Jia Jia gathered her courage.

The moment her hands touched the fur.

She shuddered all over.

In her mind, it seemed a space had been opened up, where some trivial matters were stored separately, and her previously fuzzy memories suddenly became clear.

……

That was a noon.

Du Jia Jia hadn't eaten lunch; instead, she stuffed a bag of snacks into her pocket, sneaked to the school wall, sat by the flowerbed, and quietly enjoyed them alone.

She peeled open a piece of beef chunks said to have been brought back by a relative from Argentina, just about to pop it into her mouth, when she heard a soft, drawn-out meow from behind.

The stray cats around the school were well acquainted with her; although she couldn't tell which was which, whenever she met one, she would share.

She generously tossed the freshly peeled beef chunk to the large orange cat that had appeared behind her.

The bulky orange cat didn't immediately eat the beef chunk; instead, it lowered its head, held it in its mouth, and turned to walk deeper into the greenery.

She felt a bit curious, so she followed it all the way.

She followed it for several tens of meters before discovering a secret in another flowerbed.

It was a litter of kittens.

About six or seven.

They seemed to be about one or two months old, still wobbling as they walked, huddled together, tearing and biting each other in play.

Du Jia Jia already loved cats, and this scene made her so adorable she nearly exploded with delight on the spot.

The big cat tossed the beef chunks to a group of kids; one little cat went up and took a bite.

However, the beef chunks were too hard; the little cat gnawed for a long time, seemingly unable to bite through.

Du Jia Jia, without a word, pulled out a sausage from her pocket.

This kind of easy-to-fill snack was never her favorite; she only carried it as a substitute for lunch.

She tore open the sausage, took a small bite, spat it into her hand, then tossed it in front of the little cat.

That cat had been gnawing the beef chunks for ages with no progress, while its siblings nearby eyed them hungrily; seeing something else, they immediately abandoned the beef and rushed toward the sausage.

The soft texture made it very satisfied.

After finishing, the little cat staggered back toward Du Jia Jia, clearly still wanting more.

She skillfully fed it another piece.

One after another, she kept feeding it until she had lured the little cat right in front of her.

This was a little orange kitten the same color as its mother.

Its fur was just a bit lighter.

When it called, its voice was soft and milky.

The big cat lounged nearby, licking its fur, completely ignoring the fact that the kids had been abducted.

After luring the little cat to her feet, Du Jia Jia smiled, squatted down, and scratched its head with her finger.

The little cat greatly enjoyed it, even rolling over to expose its belly.

Du Jia Jia wasn't new to feeding and teasing cats at school; after playing a while, she left with light steps, completely unaware of the little cat's urgent squeaks behind her.

……

The memory stopped at this moment.

After that, events became blurry again.

Du Jia Jia instantly awoke from the memory.

She realized then that the memory had become clear only because of her physical contact with the little cat.

And the little cat in that memory was exactly the Little Yellow before her eyes.

Could it be that, because of prior contact, it was the first to receive her signal after the apocalypse?

Du Jia Jia buried both hands in the little cat's meaty paws.

She lifted her gaze again to the cat's eyes.

And this time.

She effortlessly grasped the meaning hidden in those deep eyes.

Is this what telepathic communication feels like?

So.

Am I really a druid?