Today’s extra chapter #2. Also, I need better posture, my back is aching.
“Be good, it’s cold outside. Before your fur grows out, you have to stay in the sack.” Black kindly shoved his head back in.
As he was stuffed back into the sack, Meng Jiuzhao’s heart pounded. He couldn’t extricate himself from the idea that he was born in a group of Kantas!
This was the only thing so far with a direct connection to the era he once lived in.
Kantas were super heavyweights in the universe. Normal people did not usually have the chance to see a single Kantas in their entire lives. They only existed in news reports, and the feeling of an ordinary person meeting a group of Kantas could be likened to a civilian in the 21st century running into a group of sovereigns doing menial work, hence it was not strange for Meng Jiuzhao to make such a big deal out of things.
But this was not the only reason for his rapidly beating heart.
He forced himself to calm down, before carefully observing Dai Mao who was snoozing on his body. He compared his features to the Kantas characteristics he had read about in textbooks.
“He is indeed a Kantas.” Meng Jiuzhao was stunned.
The person he last saw before dying was also a Kantas. Could… this be the reason why he was reborn in a group of Kantas?
At that time, that man shielded him from all forms of harm, and could be considered to be his saviour. He wasn’t able to say thanks, and their last time meeting only consisted of them quarrelling. Yet when the disaster struck, that man did not hesitate to stuff him into the space-time capsule, still shielding him.
“Louis…” Meng Jiuzhao murmured the man’s name.
It was a simple name, yet he struggled to say it. It seemed to have been many years since he last called out that name. Not including the years he was stuck in the capsule, but only the time when he was alive… The last time he called that man, what did he call him by?
“Invader”? Or “Psychopath”? Or perhaps “Madman”…
He couldn’t remember.
“Chirp?!” Just when Meng Jiuzhao was in a daze, a small sound woke him up. A small and round head nudged his palm. Meng Jiuzhao looked down to see Dai Mao.
Dai Mao’s very round head stuck out from underneath Meng Jiuzhao’s butt as he made a cute, dumb expression.
Meng Jiuzhao laughed, rubbing the hairs on Dai Mao’s head.
This group of Kantas made him recall what happened before he died, as well as that person’s name.
“Louis.” He probably wouldn’t be able to call that name anymore. Meng Jiuzhao suddenly felt extremely cold, and pulled Dai Mao closer in for a hug.
“Chirp!” Dai Mao called out again, as if replying to the name called.
Meng Jiuzhao was stunned. He remembered that the first time Dai Mao chirped, it was also in response to the name he called. He stared at Dai Mao.
Large eyes, small yellow beak, and a tuft of hair sticking out on his head. He looked silly and stupid, completely unlike the man in his memories.
That’s right, how was that possible?
However, it seemed that Dai Mao was fond of this name, so, in the future…
“Louis.” Meng Jiuzhao called out softly once more.
“Tweet tweet~~” What he got in response was Dai Mao’s joyful chirps.
Translator has something to say:
I’m not crying, I’m definitely not crying.
Also, it was now that I decided to google what dai mao actually meant in Chinese, and was shocked to see it meant ahoge/cowlick. I learnt something new