Chapter 915 Cat’s Revenge 6
The fall was severe. F lay on the ground for a long time before he recovered.
Checking the situation, I found that my face and hands were scratched, and my knees were injured. The blood on my knees was seeping through the thin jeans, and it was throbbing.
When I sat up, I saw that the front tire of the bicycle next to me was also deformed and flattened, and the round wheel almost turned into a semicircle.
Still having something to do, he struggled to stand up, pushed the bicycle with its front wheel deformed, and limped toward the agreed-upon adoption place. But he didn't see a cat floating in the air behind him, smiling widely.
People looked at this "adopted person" with a sunny smile on his face, but there was a scratch on his cheek, which made his smile look a bit ridiculous: "What's wrong? It doesn't matter, right?"
F quickly explained: "I accidentally fell down while riding on the road. It doesn't matter, there is no fracture."
There were blood stains on the knees of the jeans, and the T-shirt had holes on the elbows, and a scrape could be seen underneath.
It seems that they are sincere, even though they fell like this, they didn't even break the appointment. They also took out photos. There was a large cat cage, cat litter, and many cat toys. It looked like he would treat the cat well, so the family let him get the cat.
When we got to the yard, this calico cat was basking leisurely in the sun, squinting its eyes and looking like it was enjoying itself.
"Come on, Mimi~" F took out the dried fish and put it close to the cat's wet little nose.
The calico cat opened its eyes, glanced at the dried fish with its brown eyes, turned over and sat up, and picked up the dried fish with its mouth.
F smiled secretly: That's it, this is your last meal. When I get back, I will videotape you. Not to mention buying a new bicycle, I might even be able to cover half a month’s living expenses.
The calico cat was about to eat the dried fish when he suddenly saw a black and white cat floating above the two-legged beast with a smile on his face and holding the dried fish... staring at it, the core of the eye was only a little big.
"Meow~" The calico cat was so frightened that his hair suddenly exploded. He turned around and ran away, escaping into the room and crawling under the bed.
"Mimi, Mimi, come out~" the owner kept shouting, but the calico cat was nestled in the corner of the bed and refused to come out despite being persuaded by others.
You can't open the bed and get the cat out, that would be too laborious.
The owner could only say apologetically: "It seems he doesn't want to go. You happen to be injured too. When you recover, come and get it."
F talked for a long time, and finally the master gave him some alcohol and cotton and sent him out politely. If he kept talking, he would get annoyed. The cat refuses to leave, what can I do?
"Tough luck!" F put the things into the basket in front of the car, pushed the broken bicycle, and went back with a slight limp. But he didn't see the black and white cat that had been following him.
Porridge looked at the miserable F, opened his mouth, and disappeared into the air.
The car broke down, my leg was injured, and I had to walk a long way. In desperation, F had no choice but to hail a taxi and stuff the still-salvage bicycle into the trunk of the car.
Back in the rented room, F took out his mobile phone. Fortunately, my phone was not broken, so I took a few photos of the wound and posted them online.
Immediately, someone saw the photo and responded: "What's wrong, Qian Mao Zhan?"
F felt that he was being taken seriously. Only here, he was noticed and admired, and he immediately replied: "I went to pick up the cat, but unfortunately he fell on the way. I may not be able to play tonight!"
Someone else: "(crying face) Why are you so unlucky? I'm bored at night now."
F: "This cat is destined to be lucky. I will find a way to get the cat tomorrow."
"Okay, waiting for you (victory gesture + laughter)"
Put down the phone and go to treat the wound. Suddenly an idea came to me. Since there were no cats to photograph, I couldn’t waste it. So I turned on the camera and broadcast the wound treatment live.
"Wow, what is that?"
"Qianmao was injured when he beheaded the leader cat, and he is wiping the wound." "That's it, the injury is severe enough."......
Messages began to fly onto the page. F used cotton to get some alcohol and wiped the ash next to the wound. When he touched the wound even slightly, he gasped in pain.
To stir things up, he started talking: "Dear friends, I dropped my cat when I picked it up. I almost lost my life for everyone."
"How pitiful."
"Qian Mao Zhan is so desperate, I admire you!"...
"Why don't you give me some comfort and encouragement?" F guided, deliberately pressing the cotton on the wound, and he screamed in pain.
Flowers and balloons were immediately sent.
As soon as he saw a gift coming towards him, F simply cut off his jeans with scissors, exposing his injured knee, and continued to clean it up.
Xining got the news at this time, which was the F live video sent by Mo Ming from his computer.
Mo Ming: "This guy is short of money and is crazy about money. He really knows how to take pictures. He takes good pictures of cats and he takes good pictures of himself. Looking at it like this, I thought he had multiple injuries."
Xining sneered. This guy really didn't know what he was doing. He was just like a blood-devouring beast that had been eating small fish and shrimps to get some satisfaction. What would happen if he suddenly saw steak?
Xining touched the porridge beside him: "You little guy!"
His tone was a bit reproachful, Porridge opened his big golden eyes and turned to look at her cautiously.
Xining burst out laughing: "Well done! As long as you don't beat him to death, keep working hard. Don't go too far, and play slowly."
Porridge was stunned for a moment, and then he called out sweetly.
It was indeed good. She originally planned to ask a god to punish this guy during the day. No matter how small a god is, he still needs to give him faith. Even if you are short of money, money is not as good as faith. God can continue to live without money, but without faith it will disappear and be destroyed.
Now that this money is saved, let Porridge go to the F, and it can also relieve the anger.
After F finished the live broadcast, he turned off the camera. He touched the bandaged wound on his knee and felt complacent. I didn’t expect that I could make money from this, and it was enough to pay for the repairs of my bicycle and a week’s worth of food.
The mobile phone beeped, and it was G’s voice. He said that he saw it on the live broadcast and was very concerned about his injury. He also gave him two balloons. When he recovers from his injury, don’t forget to...
F quickly replied: "I'll get the cat tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll definitely satisfy you." This is a big order and cannot be wasted like this.
I was really unlucky today, so I went out and bought a hamburger to finish my dinner. After I came back, I couldn't take a shower because of the wound. I went to the bathroom to wipe myself and lay on the bed to sleep.
After struggling for a long time, I didn’t sleep well last night, so F fell asleep quickly...
"Meow, meow~" the cat meowed miserably.
So annoying, F turned over irritably and covered his ears with the quilt, damn cat, what is its name? I'll kill it live later.
No, the cat was not brought over today. He was injured while riding his bicycle. The cat hid under the bed and refused to come out. The cat was not brought back.
Why did the knee wound hurt? He opened his eyes and lifted the quilt. Two green rays of light shot out from the quilt...
This should be the reflection of the cat's eyes in the dark, but F was still frightened. For some reason, he couldn't move his whole body and stared at the two lights like will-o'-the-wisps.
(End of chapter)