Strange Life of a Cat-Chapter 219 - 215 Really Hit the Nail on the Head_2

Chapter 219: Chapter 215: Really Hit the Nail on the Head_2

Chapter 219 -215: Really Hit the Nail on the Head_2

Zheng Tan ran up from the stairs and swung two claws at Cola.

Having just finished a game, Tan Fang saw the chasing cat and dog and laughed, “Look, they are having such a good time.”

At the same time, Tan Fang felt happy about his wise decision to bring the cat along, even though he had just lost a game, his mood wasn’t too affected.

After slapping Cola a few times, Cola saw a rat and went after it. Zheng Tan wasn’t interested in playing with rats, so he decided to walk around; maybe he would see some beauties.

The staff dormitory area was at the edge of the school, close to some small streets, but it wasn’t the time when classes ended, so there were fewer students walking around.

While walking along the small street, Zheng Tan looked at the snack shops on both sides and truly felt a bit hungry from the smells.

As he walked, Zheng Tan saw some young people approaching. Initially, he didn’t plan to pay attention to them, but hearing their conversation, he slowed his steps.

“Driving a car worth just over a hundred thousand and thinks he’s all that, soaring into the sky? Frog in a well!”

“Exactly, and he even dreams of wooing Chen Meiren, totally overestimating himself, looking for death!”

“If he dares to go again, it won’t just be beating and smashing his car that simple.”

“That’s enough,” the leader handed a cell phone to another young man, “give this back to your classmate Chen Meiren, don’t let her know about this.”

Chen Meiren, wasn’t she the campus beauty Qin Tao mentioned before? Could the “guy looking for death” they mentioned be Qin Tao?

Looking at them, they seemed like they had just beaten someone up. Two of them were carrying long bags, and from the outline visible when the bags swayed, they seemed to contain something like steel rods.

As they passed by Zheng Tan, he smelled blood, along with the cheap perfume Qin Tao wore.

Sure enough, Qin Tao definitely got beaten up.

“Hey, you guys up to no good again?” a girl cycling from the side gate asked as she saw them.

“Where?” a young man shook the long bag in his hand and said with a sneer, “we were just practicing yoga, this is a yoga mat, want to see it?”

The girl pursed her lips, clearly not believing them, but she didn’t say more and rode away, not daring to confront them.

The young men didn’t mind the black cat that had just passed by them. There were too many people owning cats around here; they were not interested in paying attention to one.

Zheng Tan followed the direction the young men had come from, turned at the fork, and went into a quieter alley.

Soon, Zheng Tan smelled blood, hurried over, and saw the man, who an hour ago was overly confident about wooing a girl, now lying on the ground looking beat up like a pig’s head. Next to him was a new smartphone, which used “Legend of the Hungry Wolf” as a ringtone, now with a crushed screen and the battery ejected.

Ermao really called it, he truly got beaten up.

Zheng Tan approached, saw the man was still breathing but hadn’t opened his eyes, so he lifted his paw and patted Qin Tao.

Qin Tao opened his eyes, saw a black cat face in front of him, and then tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Luckily it’s you, otherwise if others saw me like this, it would have been really embarrassing.”

As Qin Tao sat up, he touched the blood on his nose, wiped it carelessly on himself, and sat there in silence.

Zheng Tan thought for a moment, ran out of the alley; he had seen a roll of toilet paper at the door of a store when he passed by earlier, probably dropped by the owner while moving goods. It was the type of low-quality roll used by restaurants, still unused and wouldn’t unravel if it rolled.

When Qin Tao heard the noise and looked over, he saw the Black Cat pushing along a roll of low-quality toilet paper used by street stalls, playing with it as if it were a toy.

Though Qin Tao normally wouldn’t use this type, his situation was different now. Picking up the toilet paper that had rolled to his feet, he tore some off to wipe the mud and blood off his body, making himself look a little less miserable, which was still better than walking around covered in blood.

Feeling the rough touch of the low-quality toilet paper, Qin Tao said to Zheng Tan, “Don’t tell Ermao and the others, okay? It’s too damned embarrassing. Capsizing in the gutter.” He paused, then added, “A tiger brought low by dogs.”

After wiping himself off, Qin Tao searched his pockets, pulled out a twisted cigarette, but the lighter was still working. Lighting the cigarette, he sat there smoking in silence. After finishing the cigarette, Qin Tao used the tissue to wipe off the blood that had seeped from his wounds—damned painful, but fortunately, he had protected his vital spots earlier, so his life wasn’t in danger.

After smoking, Qin Tao stood up, took off his jacket, which was full of bloodstains and footprints, but didn’t throw it away, instead draping it over his shoulder.

“Thanks, Brother Cat.”

Zheng Tan wasn’t reassured by Qin Tao’s condition. Although Qin Tao wasn’t the best guy, he was still Ermao’s friend. It was better to keep an eye on him.

Following Qin Tao out of the other end of the alley, Zheng Tan looked around. This area was slightly closer to the faculty dormitory area. The place formed a “V” shape; only after walking out could one realize that another entrance to the small street wasn’t actually far away.

Emerging from the alley, Zheng Tan saw the car parked not far from the alley entrance with its windshield smashed.

Zheng Tan looking at the car, felt it looked very familiar.

Just as he thought this, he heard Qin Tao speak in a relieved tone, “Good, good. That’s Ermao’s car, a cheap one, not worth much.”

Zheng Tan: “…No wonder it looked familiar.”

Last month, Qin Tao lost a bet to Ermao and they swapped cars. Ermao, who bought a car worth around 100,000, let Qin Tao drive it, while Ermao drove around in Qin Tao’s million-dollar luxury car. Qin Tao used to feel quite frustrated about it, but now, if it were his luxury car that had been smashed, the loss would have been great. But if it really had been his million-dollar car, would these people have dared to smash it?

Shaking his head, Qin Tao didn’t dwell on those thoughts anymore. Whatever happened had happened, and it is what it is.

Some people around were pointing at the car; Qin Tao didn’t care and got in the car.

There were a few stones in the car, probably used to smash it.

“If it had been my car, it wouldn’t have been smashed so easily. Ermao’s cheap junk really sucks.” Complaining, Qin Tao picked up the stones, found a bag to put them in, and placed it on the passenger seat, together with his jacket.

The look in Qin Tao’s eyes as he looked at the stones made Zheng Tan feel uneasy, silently mourning for those people. How could Qin Tao let this slide?

But Zheng Tan didn’t care to intervene in the drama; Qin Tao could handle it however he wanted. These people didn’t look like saints; they had probably committed similar acts before.

But still, Qin Tao driving like this—was it really not a problem? What if he suddenly felt dizzy and blurred his vision?

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Qin Tao had none of these concerns. After tidying up inside the car and checking it over, it was still drivable. He waved to Zheng Tan and left.

The sound of Cola calling out from the faculty dormitory rose. Zheng Tan, watching the car driving away steadily, twitched his whiskers and ran back to the faculty dormitory complex. It was time to go back, otherwise, what if Tan Fang left with Cola without seeing Zheng Tan? That old man looked unreliable; he might just do such a thing. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote and support us. Phone users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)