Am I A God?

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

On the rooftop, Matcha looked at Fishball and asked, "Can it be done? You can just send an invite on your social media or send out a group message, isn't that more convenient?"

Fishball sneered and wagged his finger, "You don't know this then. You need to understand the females' mentality, sending out a text? Who don't know how to do that? Females like something special, romantic. Do you understand what's romantic?"

Matcha thought and grabbed onto his fur, "I can send them 999 balls of my own fur?"

Fishball rolled his eyes and said, "You can't be helped. Let me teach you how to actually pick up chicks."

As he spoke, his paws shone brightly and streaks of light shot into the sky. An image of his head appeared in the sky.

Fishball was proud, "Can you see this? This is my signature call for females, they will come in a while."

Matcha was shocked by the mark in the sky. He asked unconvincingly, "How do they know that this your mark of courtship?"

Fishball smiled with disdain. He took out the phone which connected the cats and dug out a note. He said, "Look at this."

Matcha looked at the note and saw that the photo on the note was exactly the same as the image that appeared just now. Along with it, there was a caption - 'A handsome shorthair is looking for his sister. He had lost contact with his sister since young and bravely grew up on the streets alone. Now that he's successful and became a wealthy cat, he just wants to find his sister. Everyday, he creates this image to search for his sister. It was said that this was her appearance when she was young…'

Matcha was curious, "You lost contact with your sister when you were young?"

"How is that possible? I don't have a sister." Fishball said with disdain, "I was inspired by a friend and thought of this idea to pick up chicks."

Matcha replied with a blank look, "Eh?"

Fishball continued, "Think about it, a handsome cat who grew up alone on the streets after losing contact with his sister. After which, he grew up to be successful and is still searching for his sister. How pitiful is that? This will immediately attract the attention of the females. When they are here, I will tell them my sister is dead and this will instantly induce their pity for me."

Matcha was a little unconvinced and said, "Is this even useful?"

Ten minutes later, a female persian cat appeared at Zhao Yao's home.

Fishball opened the door and bleakly said, "Hello"

The female persian cat replied, "Hi, are you looking for your sister?"

Fishball replied with affection, "You look really like my sister."

She replied, "Er… Actually I saw a cat in the opposite street that looked like the one in the image."

Fishball suddenly bawled and hugged the female cat. When she didn't know what was going on and was about to withdraw herself, he said with desolation, "Sorry, I am too upset and couldn't control myself."

She was curious and asked, "What's the matter?"

While bringing her in, he continued, "Three days ago, I found the family that adopted my sister but I found out half a year ago, she was already dead because of leukemia."

Looking at the bawling Fishball, the persian cat didn't know how to react, "So.. Sorry, I didn't know this happened. I…"

"Don't speak, just let me have a hug alright?" Fishball widened his watery eyes and said pitifully, "You really look like my sister."

"Oh," She was heartbroken as she hugged Fishball and consoled, "It's alright, just hug as long as you need to."

Fishball smiled to himself and displayed a victory sign at Matcha who was standing a distance away.

Matcha was shocked, "This works too?"

At this moment, the persian cat saw a handphone which was floating about mid-air. She was shocked and asked, "What's that?"

Fishball was unconcerned, "Just a silly person, don't bother."

In a void that no one else could see, Spirit Cat was holding onto the phone and recording down everything in Zhao Yao's house, especially Fishball. He made sure to have a 360 degrees recording with no blind spots.

Fishball shouted in his consciousness, "That's enough, stop filming me." He was unhappy as he thought to himself, "This damn cat, since he had the phone, all he does is take photos. Even when taking a poop, he wants to take photos."

He then floated to one side and said, "Actually you all don't have to feel any burden. I am just a spectator who silently records everything."

Once he left, Matcha then saw Fishball and the persian cat enter the cat's nest. He was taken aback and at this moment, the doorbell rang. He looked at the door with anticipation and was going to open the door.

But after the few steps, he was hesitant and thought, "What if I fail, won't I be scolded?"

Fishball's head stuck out of the cat's nest and gave Matcha a thumbs up, "You can do it." At the next instant, he was dragged back into the cat's nest by the persian cat and the whole next started vibrating.

With Fishball's encouragement, Matcha was more spirited and ran to open the door. He saw a maroon shorthair who was observing him.

Matcha was a little nervous and spoke, "Hi, did you come here after seeing the image?"

"Er…" She observed Matcha's head and belly and was taken aback. She was taken aback and responded, "I'm sorry, I pressed the wrong doorbell."

As he watched her leave, Matcha felt desolate yet again.

After a while, the puffy and messy Fishball came out and looked at Matcha, "Not successful?"

Matcha was angered, "Is there a mistake, I am a Jiangmen Scottish Fold. Why did she look at me with an expression of displeasure? I can't take this injustice."

Fishball spoke while licking his fur, "If your appearance can't, you need to rely on your character."

"Character?" Matcha looked at Fishball. Suddenly when talking about picking up chicks, this fool seemed reliable.

Fishball sent the persian cat away. After over ten minutes, Matcha was wearing a pair of spectacles and was standing together with Fishball. While Matcha was wearing a pair of spectacles, Fishball wore a tie. These were bought by Zhao Yao previously for the cats to play with.

Fishball introduced Matcha to the female cat, "This is Sir George, he is a Scottish Fold which just returned from England."

The female siamese kitten was shocked as she eyed Matcha, "You are from England?"

"Yes," Matcha adjusted his spectacles as he spoke.

"George just returned from England and is still isn't too familiar with Mandarin." Fishball added, "His mother is an English shorthair while his father is a Scottish Fold. He grew up in England and lived in Cambridge for a period where he specialised in biological sciences and physics."