You didn't meet Lingyang after class, even though he promised to come pick you up.

You ventured to the place where his troupe usually trains. There was a good chance that you would warm up, but your excitement was stronger. It would be scarier to see him injured than to come back every time. Besides, you had phones for such a case.

After walking through several alleys, you noticed the familiar silhouette of a white cat. His tail was swaying dejectedly, his ears were flattened to his head, and his clawed hand was scratching the back of his head thoughtfully. The cat's long snow-white hair was still tied up in a ponytail. He hasn't noticed you yet.

There was a lion's head at his feet, and it was a sign that he was practicing his special dance again — the lion dance. In his performance, it was not only risky pole dancing, but also the creation of individual compositions filled with grace.

Lingyang's troupe not only performed on the streets, but also hired important people with difficult personalities. It was difficult to please them, but Lingyang came up with a way called "Lucky Greeting." With a broad smile and sincere wishes, he could soften even the most obstinate customers.

He was experiencing difficulties because of his appearance, which was different from most people. His ears, long tail, and claws inspired fear and anxiety. He's used to people being afraid or scared of him. But you were very happy when your snow-white cat found those who shared your views and found him cute.

Of course, there were situations when negotiations could not resolve the conflict. Back then, Lingyang had to use his skills to protect his family and friends. You could feel the coldness coming from him, as if he was using ice magic combined with martial dancing.

His ears picked up your breathing, which he got used to and learned by heart. He quickly took out his phone to check the time, and his blue-lilac eyes excitedly turned towards you.

— I'm sorry, I was too busy practicing that I forgot about the time...