When my gangster owner picked me out of a trash can, he asked me, "Do you know what the slogan for stray cats is? Snooze, you lose." Later, when a gas leak filled his apartment, I used my paw pads to plug his nostrils until he woke up gasping. He hugged me and cried, "Coal, you really are my lucky charm!" From then on, he tucked me into his jacket wherever he went, even when he was doing his cringe-worthy street dances. Until one day, his ex-girlfriend came to get back together. I jumped on the table and meowed, "Meow!" He froze for three seconds, then suddenly lifted me above his head like Simba. "See that? My daughter says no!" 1 I am a noble, long-haired calico. I was only five months old when my owner picked me up. Honestly, when he first took me home, I was worried he couldn't afford me. Thankfully, he just has abstract taste, not an empty wallet. Litter box, imported kitten food, a cat tree with plush cushions—he had it all. 2 The next morning, his phone woke us up. The voice on the other end was hype: "Boss! That kid is at the school gate! Hurry!" My owner woke up instantly, threw on his eye-blinding orange jacket, grabbed his keys, and rushed out. Annoying. I leaped off the cat tree and bit his baggy pant leg. "Tsk!" He stumbled, looked down at me, and scratched his head in frustration. "Stop it! I'm in a hurry!" I clamped down on the fabric, growling a warning deep in my throat. He paused, then slapped his forehead. "F*ck! Forgot to feed you!" He rushed back and poured half a bowl of kibble. "There! Eat!" He turned to leave again. I bit his pant leg again, precise and firm, pawing at his shoe with determination. "???" He looked at the full bowl, then at me, confused and frantic. "Fine!" He scooped me up and stuffed me into his open jacket. Zip. The zipper went up to his neck, leaving only my head exposed. Our destination wasn't far—an alley near a school side gate. His lackey, Tank, and a few others had cornered a boy in a school uniform. The boy was thin and scholarly, calm despite the situation. In my vision, white text floated above his head: [Male Lead: Julian Song]. I immediately turned to look at my owner. [Second Male Lead: Lucas Lu]. Second male lead? Experience told me: cannon fodder, tragic ending. No way! He's my poop scooper! Lucas shoved me into Tank's hands, stepped forward, and reached for Julian's collar! I struggled free from Tank's grip. "Owww!" Lucas yelled in pain, pulling his hand back. A set of clear teeth marks adorned his wrist. He looked down in shock to see me landing gracefully. "Boss! Why'd you bring a cat to a fight?!" Tank and the others stared, eyes wide. Lucas was furious. He picked me up by the scruff, lightly tapping my head with his other hand. "Ungrateful wretch! I feed you, shelter you, and you bite me for an outsider?!" Before he could finish— Wee-woo—wee-woo— A police car pulled up. 3 An officer got out, scanning the group. "Causing trouble?" Lucas immediately put on a smile, holding me high. "No, no! Officer, look, who brings a cat to a fight?" I let out a timely, innocent "Meow~". The officer looked at Tank and the crew, then at me, relaxing his brow. "Break it up! Go home!" The police car drove off. Lucas let out a long breath, then suddenly lifted me to his face and kissed my forehead. Mwah! "Lucky star! My little lucky star! If not for you, bro would be in jail today!" At the other end of the alley, Julian adjusted his glasses. The look behind the lenses was dark enough to drip ink. He stared at me, lips pressed into a cold, hard line. A perfect plan, ruined by a cat. Lucas didn't notice at all. He flipped me over, his big hand reaching for my belly. "Hey, don't even know if you're a boy or a girl yet..." "MREOWWW—!" My fur stood on end instantly! You rude hooligan! I kicked off his hand and scrambled away, darting left and right in the narrow alley. "Hey! Why you running!" Lucas chased after me but didn't dare grab too hard. Tank couldn't watch anymore and chimed in, "Boss! Do you even need to check? Definitely a girl! Look at that attitude, so tsundere!" Lucas stopped, scratched his head, and realized, "Makes sense!" He put his hands on his hips, declaring loudly to the trash can I was hiding behind, "Decided! From now on, your name is Coal! How badass!" "Meow!" (Rejected! It's ugly!) "Yo! Coal! You like it?" Lucas beamed, shouting again. "Meow! Meow!" (No! Not at all!) "Haha! Coal! Coal! Look how happy you are!" 4 Lucas was like a stubborn donkey programmed with a single command: if he wasn't causing trouble for Julian, he was on his way to cause trouble for Julian. Blocking him, provoking him, petty vandalism... yet every time, Lucas ended up looking like a fool and retreating in defeat. Julian didn't even have to lift a finger; coincidences or accidents always made Lucas eat dirt. I yawned watching it. The Second Lead Law never fails. Late that night, Lucas finally came home. Without turning on the lights, he collapsed onto the sofa. I jumped onto the coffee table. His phone screen lit up. A message from "YaoYao" popped up: "Lucas Lu, stay away from me! I never want to see you again in this life! If you target Julian again, I'll only hate you more!" His shoulders slumped, head buried low. Suppressed sobs sounded loud in the silence. Tears hit the phone screen, blurring the light. Tsk, pathetic. I walked over and sat next to him. Hesitating, I extended my barbed tongue and licked the wet tracks on his face. He jolted, looking at me with red eyes. "Coal... do you understand love?" Human, I am just a cat. "I don't know either..." He mumbled to himself, "I feel like I'm programmed. Seeing Linda Lin, I lose control. And Julian Song, it's f*cking weird too, seeing him makes me want to mess with him..." Because you're the second male lead, you idiot. Your destiny is to be the stepping stone and catalyst for the leads' romance. I roasted him internally, but lifted my paw, placed it gently on his messy head, and pushed down—burying his face in the soft fur of my chest. Warm tears instantly soaked my fur. He stiffened for a second, then buried his face deep, shoulders trembling. After a long while, he lifted his head carefully. He gently gathered me into his arms, ensuring my fluffy chest was center stage, then raised his phone. Click. Fingers flying, he edited quickly. Seconds later, a post with the photo went up: "Humans, if you're tired, you can lean on a cat's chest." Posted. He lowered his head and nuzzled the top of my head with his nose. "Thanks, Coal." I rolled my eyes, too lazy to meow. Idiot, getting abstract as soon as the wound heals. 5 The next morning, Lucas picked up the cat carrier, then patted his open jacket. "Coal, choose. Bag or Daddy's chest?" I glanced disdainfully at the cramped carrier, stepped elegantly up his leg, climbed his pants, and nestled into his jacket, finding a comfy spot. "Alrighty!" Lucas zipped up until only my head showed, bouncing happily. "See that? My daughter knows kung fu, wall-walking master!" He took me to the vet for a routine checkup and bought some cans. Just as we exited the glass doors, we ran into Julian. Next to him was a girl clinging to his arm. Text above her head: [Female Lead: Linda Lin]. So this is the heroine. Indeed beautiful and gentle. Linda saw Lucas and immediately shielded Julian like a mother hen, eyes full of wariness and disgust. "Lucas! What do you want now?!" The relaxed look on Lucas's face froze instantly. His body stiffened visibly. But he quickly put on a roguish grin, pulled me out of his jacket, and held me up like a trophy. "Why so nervous?" "Just shopping with my daughter, feeling great! Letting you off the hook today!" Holding me, he sauntered closer. As he brushed past Julian, his smile vanished. He turned his head, voice low. "But remember, I ain't no stable boy." With that, he stopped looking at anyone, hugged me tight, and strode away. Back home, his facade crumbled completely. He put down the stuff silently, washed up haphazardly, and threw himself onto the bed, facing the wall. The image of Linda protecting Julian played on loop in his head. Am I really that hateful? I finished my kibble and leisurely polished off a can to replenish my energy. Night deepened. I lay on the floor, watching the sparse stars through the window. Suddenly, a strange smell hit my nose. I jolted up, nose twitching, locking onto the source—the kitchen. I rushed over. The lid of the kettle on the gas stove was rattling. Water boiled over, extinguishing the flame. I turned and sprinted to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed. Lucas was dead asleep. "MEOWWW!!" I screamed in his ear, pawing at his face. He didn't move. Desperate, I lifted my front paws and pressed my pads firmly over his nostrils. "Mmph... uh..." Seconds later, suffocating, Lucas struggled awake, swatting my paw away. "Coal! You rebe...?" He stopped mid-shout, smelling the gas himself. Sleepiness vanished. He scrambled to the kitchen. He shut the valve with lightning speed and opened the windows. Only when the smell dissipated did he return to the bedroom. He scooped me up, burying his face in my thick fur. "Precious daughter... you... you saved Daddy's life..."
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