unfortunate black cat

Chapter 9 Telling nonsense with your eyes open is a compulsory course for entering society

It rained during the night.

The young man has been busy for a long time. Looking at his computer screen, Jiang Sheng roughly guessed his work.

The young man is a text editor. In a sense, he is a freelance writer who makes a living by providing manuscripts to various websites. At the same time, he seems to be writing his own novels.

For example, just now, the young man was correcting a flaw in his article.

However, he seemed to have encountered some kind of predicament, which resulted in the process of finalizing the text, which was always intermittent, and he scratched his hair twice in distress at every turn.

Fortunately, his hair volume is not bad, otherwise he might be bald in a short time.

It is worth mentioning that since Jiang Sheng slapped him, the resentment on the young man's neck seemed to have become much more peaceful.

At least so far, there has been no uncontrolled surge.

It seemed to be afraid of Jiang Sheng's existence, and it seemed to be accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack with all its strength.

However, Jiang Sheng didn't want to give it this chance.

Now that I have gained the upper hand, of course I have to pursue the victory and find a way to assimilate my grievances as soon as possible.

It's a pity that the black cat can't control his grievances.

Therefore, it can only stand behind the young man, about one meter away, waiting for the reaction that will occur when the two clouds of black mist come into contact.

As I said before, [-] meters is the limit that Jiang Sheng's resentment can extend at present.

Standing at such a distance, it can grasp the scale to a certain extent.

As long as the two sides show signs of losing control, it can make its own grievances take the initiative to leave the interaction by widening the distance.

It even wanted to take this opportunity to draw the black energy out of the young man's body in batches.

So, while the young man was revising the article, Jiang Sheng was also busy with his own work.

It walked forward for a while, and backed up for a while, like a wild cat that is afraid of life.

Finally, after continuing to observe for nearly two hours, it finally discovered some patterns.

In other words, Jiang Sheng additionally discovered a behavioral logic of the black energy entangled in him.

Resentment will indeed attack each other.

All their actions seem to exist to strengthen themselves.

In addition, the performance of the soul being eroded by resentment is probably the arrival of bad luck.

So, am I also being eroded by resentment?

Jiang Sheng thought about it, but he didn't stay away from the youth.

He just let the resentment in his body attack the black mist in the opponent's body, and gradually expanded.

The process of engulfing each other with resentment is extremely long, and it can almost be described as cannibalization.

Jiang Sheng found that he should have been too cautious before.

Although it can't deal with the resentment itself, the amount of resentment that coexists with it is obviously enough to suppress that little residue stuck on the young man's neck.

But this process was very subtle, so Jiang Sheng didn't see a clue until now.

At this moment, the black mist around the young man's neck gathered, like a small group of soldiers trapped in heavy siege.

The trapped beast is still fighting, but there is no way to recover.

Almost every ten minutes, there would be a trace of black air, torn from the opponent's body by Jiang Sheng's resentment, and swallowed into the "belly".

As for the wisp of black air from outside, it took about three to ten minutes to separate a trace of resentment from Jiang Sheng's surroundings to serve as food.

The result of this back and forth gap is naturally that the weak ones are getting weaker and the huge ones are getting bigger and bigger.

However, this progress is too slow.

If things go on like this, Jiang Sheng speculates that he will have to stay with the young man for at least a week before he can "eat and wipe away" this strand of resentment.

Forget it, just wait and wait.

Anyway, this person's situation is already too bad, and I have nothing to do, just treat it as eating and drinking.

Thinking of this, the lazy black cat even jumped onto the nearby windowsill and lay down on the side of a potted plant.

While looking at the dim street lights outside the window and the raindrops hitting the glass, he yawned.

The sound of keyboard tapping, mixed with the sound of rain, seemed unusually quiet and harmonious in a trance.

If one ignores the restless black mist in the room, and if the young man sitting in front of the computer is not full of sadness, it might be a good night.

Unfortunately, things are not always perfect, so people have to learn to compromise.

Summer, rainy night, black cat.

Cabins, potted plants, and floodlit computer screens.

Some things will leave, some things are still waiting, and some things have not yet arrived.

Jiang Sheng leaned against the window, and suddenly felt his heart twitch.

The resentment on the young man dissipated a little, and the resentment on it expanded a little more.

But it just wagged its tail, squinted its eyes and silently experienced the carefreeness of being a cat.

Jiang Sheng is a guy with a clear stand, and he usually only does what he should do.

However, it can occasionally be nosy.

……

The next day, Jiang Sheng woke up to a disturbing cell phone ringtone.

When it wiped its eyes and turned its head to look, the young man with his messy hair had already connected to the phone next to his pillow.

Judging from the other party's gloomy face and thick dark circles, the young man probably didn't sleep well last night.

"Hey, ah, mom, what's the matter?"

Watching the young man sit up immediately from the bed, rubbing his brows and showing a laborious smile.

Jiang Sheng remained silent empathetically.

People who live alone when they receive a call from home will always try to be more relaxed. The purpose is just to reassure the family, and it has often done so in the past.

"Get up, get up early, you didn't disturb me."

While talking, the young man got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

"Ah, it's good. I'm not busy. Don't you know my work? I have nothing to do after finishing the manuscript every day. I can go out occasionally to relax."

The sound of talking in the bathroom accompanied by the sound of running water made Jiang Sheng helplessly help the drooping branches and leaves of the potted plants.

"Oh, by the way, my salary for this month has already been deposited on the card. I have [-] in my hand, and I can continue to save the rest at home."

"You and dad have to take care of yourselves, don't always try to save money, every breakfast is porridge and pickles. Pickles are carcinogenic, you don't listen to it several times."

"I have enough, don't look at me, I only left two thousand, and other miscellaneous manuscript fees have not yet arrived, so don't worry."

"Uh, let's talk about a girlfriend. Damn, I just graduated, why are you in a hurry. And the epidemic has been so severe in the past two years, how dare I go out and run around."

After washing up, the young man walked out of the bathroom and hung a towel on the balcony.

At the same time, the window was opened again, allowing the fresh air after the rain to pour in.

Although the things in his house are messy, there is not much garbage that really needs to be cleaned up.

That's a good thing, at least it keeps the smell around.

"Ah, hand?"

"Oh, it's much better. I can basically straighten it now. If I bend it, it's about 120 degrees, and it's almost the same as an ordinary person. I see, didn't the rehabilitation doctor say that the recovery is very good, and you still miss it. what."

With that said, the young man stood in the room again and moved his left arm.

The elbow of that hand could not be fully straightened, nor could it be fully bent, which seemed to be some sequelae.

It seems that his situation in life is not very good.

Jiang Sheng thought, stood up and shook his neck.

"Well, in the morning, the multigrain porridge I ate in the morning is just mashed bananas and dried nuts, mixed with rice and thrown into the pressure cooker to cook. It's not bad, it's delicious. Oh, don't underestimate me. During the Chinese New Year, didn’t I make Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, Garlic Shrimp and so on for you, they were all delicious.”

As he said it, he didn't know where he heard the recipe from, but the young man directly grabbed a bucket of instant noodles in his hand.

Jiang Sheng rolled his eyes.

Good guy, this guy is pretty good at breaking, and it's a good thing he can cook when he's about to come.

(End of this chapter)