The ribbon-cutting ceremony in the neighborhood was set up very grandly.
It was probably because, after the spatial translocation, no one in the neighborhood went out anymore. As soon as there was any lively event, everyone got enthusiastic.
When Bo Ting went downstairs, he saw Boss Zhu and Elder Wen from upstairs coming down one after another.
They greeted each other amicably through their masks. Bo Ting led Doudou and carried Little Tang Yuan into the elevator.
Boss Zhu, looking at what seemed to be his family cat now turned into Bo Ting’s cat: ……
Why did it feel a bit strange?
Although he felt a little odd inside, Boss Zhu still managed a weak smile and nodded at that moment.
Bo Ting turned his head to look at Boss Zhu and noticed that ever since Little Tang Yuan had come to stay with him, Boss Zhu seemed much more spirited these past few days. The dark circles under his eyes weren’t as bad anymore.
It looked like battling wits and courage with the calico had drained Boss Zhu a lot of mental energy before.
It was rare for the neighborhood to have a shop opening, and the narrow space quickly filled with people.
The elevator doors closed with a “creak creak.” Bo Ting took out his phone and couldn’t resist updating Mr. Xu with a status.
“Heading to the ribbon-cutting today!”
Full of anticipation, the message was sent out. Before Mr. Xu could even reply, Bo Ting eagerly added: “After the ribbon-cutting today, there’s a little surprise for Mr. Xu.”
Ten people were squeezed together.
The elevator shook and swayed as it descended. Elder Wen and Boss Zhu, one on each side, saw Bo Ting with his head down, tapping away on his phone, his facial expressions shifting unpredictably.
With a “clang,” the elevator jolted to a stop. Unintentionally, Elder Wen caught a glimpse of the content: ……?
Didn’t Little Bo say last time it wasn’t a romantic relationship? Why did the conversation look so weird?
Did young men talk to each other like this?
Elder Wen, being older, was shocked for a moment and wondered if he was an old fogey who didn’t understand how young people talked these days.
Boss Zhu next to him didn’t have as many thoughts running through his mind.
He was just seriously peeking.
With his dark-circled eyes, he stretched his neck to peer at Bo Ting.
The more he looked, the more curious he got.
But the next second, Bo Ting’s fingers stopped.
After sending the message, he was just about to put his phone away when he looked up and saw Boss Zhu leaning over from the left.
“Brother Zhu, what’s wrong with your neck?”
Could it be that the super-strong rat glue from last time hadn’t stuck to his head properly and had come loose again?
Otherwise, why was his neck stretched so long?
Bo Ting was a bit puzzled.
Boss Zhu let out a dry laugh.
“Nothing, I just haven’t seen Tang Yuan in a while and wanted to take a look.”
“The cat’s been doing well these past couple of days.”
“It’s gotten fat.”
As he spoke, he reached out to pet it, to prove he had really been looking at the cat.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, everything went black before his eyes unexpectedly.
Little Tang Yuan, who had been grooming its fur on Bo Ting’s shoulder, lifted its head, tilted it, and punched Boss Zhu.
The soft little cat paw hit Boss Zhu in the face. Bo Ting watched in bewilderment as Boss Zhu’s head bounced off the elevator wall, though his neck was still fine.
So he felt relieved.
It seemed the glue from last time hadn’t come loose.
However, uh……
Why did Tang Yuan hit the guy?
Bo Ting came back to his senses and quickly apologized.
“Sorry about that, Brother Zhu.”
“Tang Yuan probably heard you say it got fat and wasn’t happy about it.”
the calico was very image-conscious and couldn’t stand humans saying the word “fat.” Even when Doudou barked “fat woo,” it would fight.
He had actually forgotten to warn Boss Zhu.
Boss Zhu clutched his head where a bump was forming and looked up helplessly:
“It’s added another taboo word it can’t hear?”
This cat had such sensitive skin!
After getting miserably beaten, Boss Zhu was forced to curb his curiosity.
At that moment, he stared intently at the calico.
Tang Yuan elegantly flicked its tail. Once the human memorized its new taboo word, it let out a “meow,” completely ignoring its owner’s plight.
The elevator achieved the situation where only Boss Zhu was injured.
The atmosphere grew a bit awkward.
Fortunately, the numbers slowly dropped to 1, and the elevator doors opened.
Bo Ting breathed a sigh of relief; he could finally get out.
Otherwise, being stared at by Boss Zhu’s resentful gaze made him feel uncomfortable all over.
He led Doudou to the flower shop and finally escaped Boss Zhu’s line of sight.
“You, what’s wrong?”
Miss Du, who had changed into a black skirt, turned her head with some curiosity.
Compared to the slightly introverted and socially anxious Miss Du on the first day, today’s Miss Du was more decisive and efficient.
It had to be A Zhen.
Bo Ting put on a smile.
“Nothing.”
“Just Tang Yuan accidentally hit Boss Zhu in the elevator again.”
That word “again” was very telling. Miss Du glanced at the calico, who had entered the flower shop and expertly found a flower stand to lie down on, hesitating for a moment.
She figured with Tang Yuan’s paws, Old Zhu should be fine.
Miss Du indifferently withdrew her gaze and said, “It might be busy today.”
“I’ll need you to grab some firecrackers from the property management later.”
The keys to the property storeroom were with Elder Wen. Bo Ting nodded as he agreed.
“Got it.”
At eleven in the morning.
Many neighbors had already arrived.
After settling the cat and dog, Bo Ting grabbed the keys and headed to the property office on the south side.
Come to think of it, the closer to the south side, the quieter the neighborhood became, since there were fewer residential areas here—mostly storage spaces.
When Bo Ting arrived at the office, he found that it had probably been a while since anyone came, as the windows were covered in a layer of dust.
Through the windows, he could only see a hazy interior. No property staff in sight.
Time was short, so Bo Ting quickly unlocked the door, found three strings of firecrackers in the storeroom, and turned to lock up.
However, just as he locked the door, was it an illusion? It seemed like there was a sudden “boom” by his ear?
He frowned slightly and touched his ear, but the strange sound from before was gone.
He must have misheard.
Or maybe something fell in the storeroom?
After pondering it briefly, when Miss Du called, Bo Ting took the items and returned to the residential area.
A red carpet on the lawn extended all the way to the door, looking very festive.
As soon as Bo Ting arrived, he heard several young ladies praising the flowers at Beautiful Flower Shop.
“These two pots of wildflowers, I don’t know how they’re grown—they’re blooming so well.”
“Much better than the ones I bought from outside.”
Wang from Building 7 was delighted and took a liking to Little Red right away.
Bo Ting was just about to humbly say he hadn’t grown them that well, but when he turned his head, he saw Little Red with flowers as big as an adult’s face.
A “holy crap” got stuck in his throat, and Bo Ting was stunned.
When did Little Red grow this big?
It had grown quite a bit when discussing with Mr. Xu yesterday, but not this exaggerated. Now this size—it was like it had eaten a whole pig.
Bo Ting hesitated to speak and looked at Little Purple nearby.
This one was a bit better than Little Red, but it had obviously grown a lot too.
What the heck did they eat last night?
While others were touring, Bo Ting sneaked over to Miss Du.
“Du-jie, did you add some black tech to these flowers last night?”
Afraid of being overheard, Bo Ting subconsciously lowered his voice.
Miss Du wore a commercial smile and shook her head.
“Nope.”
“Little Blue was probably on point last night.”
“Brought quite a few snacks to Little Red and Little Purple at night.”
Bo Ting: ……???
Was that how it was?
Bo Ting was full of doubts.
In a high-end neighborhood in Mengjia City:
The night had been utter chaos!
Mu Feng absolutely never imagined he’d experience something so insane.
Yesterday, Ma O had acted completely normal during the day. After eating barbecue at night, he hadn’t even gone to look at that damn flower. Mu Feng thought he had recovered. After leaving a bit of vigilance against the Resurgence Management Office, he went to sleep as usual.
But as he slept, Mu Feng suddenly sensed something wrong.
A hazy sense of blood loss came from his arm. Even in his dreams, he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Mu Feng instinctively tried to activate his ability, only to find his esper power temporarily ineffective.
Fortunately, by the faint moonlight outside, Mu Feng finally saw what was happening.
Ma O, who had been sound asleep in another room, had somehow entered his guest room and was now seriously holding an iron basin… draining his blood?
The pain of blood loss made Mu Feng’s face grim. He struggled for a while before managing to speak.
“Are you freaking insane?”
As he spoke, Mu Feng quietly slipped one hand under the pillow and gripped the special dagger hidden there.
Ma O looked up.
“Not insane.”
“The flower I’m raising is hungry.”
“I fed it a lot this morning. Borrowing a bit from you.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not life-threatening.”
Ma O said it as if it were the most natural thing.
Mu Feng wondered if his ears were broken.
What the hell was this retard saying?!
Wasn’t it common knowledge in the esper world not to feed weird things your blood?
And feeding it his own blood—this idiot was afraid the weird thing wouldn’t want to eat him?
Mu Feng dazedly suspected something was wrong with the world, or even that his companion had been swapped.
However, no one besides this retard knew the Rebirth of Fire’s secret recipe for sealing esper powers internally.
Mu Feng took a deep breath. Seeing the other staring anxiously at the basin, he gritted his teeth and gripped the dagger.
The next second, the hilt slammed into Ma O’s neck.
With a “bang,” Ma O, engrossed in the bloodletting, collapsed to the ground.
Mu Feng sighed in relief, propped himself up, and wanted to tie the guy up.
But just as he barely managed to stand, green vines extending from the living room had already, like an excellent hunter, wrapped around the guest room.
