After Transmigrating, I Became a God by Plundering --- Vol. 4: Companion Beasts (5)

After going out, I realized that quite a few children outside the classroom had already woken up and returned to their parents. "Good boy, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" It's still Mom, prioritizing my health over the companion beast. Compared to the parents around who were only focused on their children's companion beasts, a warmth welled up in my heart, grateful to be born into such a wonderful family. Fortunately, Dad wanted to come along but was strictly refused by Mom; otherwise, this warm atmosphere would likely have been torn to shreds. Moreover, I didn't know what might have happened while I was unconscious, or what image I might have projected to teachers and classmates, potentially casting a shadow over my future academy life. After all, kids care about their reputation. On the first day of school, if I couldn't hold my head up for the next three years because of Dad's chuunibyou, what a hellish academy life that would be. After confirming that my physical condition was excellent and I felt no discomfort, Mom finally noticed the little furball constantly hovering in front of me. Almost instantly, the little furball captured Mom's attention. After all, such cute and fluffy creatures are incredibly captivating to women. Then, next to Mom, my kitten appeared. The way it looked at the little furball made me feel something was very wrong, completely different from the gentleness it usually showed when taking care of me. Watching its paws constantly open and close, I could tell its claws were itching. It was then that I remembered the little furball's appearance was almost identical to the cat toys I used in my past life. No wonder the kitten showed such actions and emotions.