The outdated CP is popular again [Entertainment Circle]

"Shan Juanzhi." Lu Hechuan called him, "You are an unreasonable person."

He didn't care about Shan Juanzhi's reaction, he stood in front of Shan Juanzhi and demanded shamelessly: "I want to hold the cat."

Shan Juanzhi didn't follow his train of thought for a moment.

"cat?"

"Daju." Lu Hechuan called him, "Hurry up."

The two people who were originally unhappy decided to go see the cat after Lu Hechuan said something inexplicable. Along the way, Shan Juanzhi was wondering how he could be easily led by Lu Hechuan.

The big orange cat usually hangs out in the bushes at the back door of the school and in the flowerbed in front of the secondary teaching entrance. The two searched around but couldn't find any trace of the cat. Lu Hechuan looked around and asked, "Where did it go?"

Shan Juanzhi was also looking down, and after walking around the flower garden, he found some bread crumbs in a corner.

Lu Hechuan squatted down and observed for a few seconds, "Did anyone feed the big orange?"

Shan Juanzhi always felt a little uneasy, and didn't care about cleanliness at this moment. He just reached out and picked up some bread crumbs and put them under his nose to smell them.

"Is it dirty?" Lu Hechuan searched his pockets for a long time but couldn't find a tissue. He could only put Shan Juanzhi's dirty fingertips to his mouth and blew them away. "Did you bring tissue? If not, go wash your hands."

"I don't think something is right." Shan Juanzhi stood up, and this time he went straight into the flower garden to check.

"What?" Seeing his anxious expression, Lu Hechuan also became nervous.

"I suspect someone has captured Daju."

Shan Juanzhi searched anxiously. After a while, he stopped under a withered rose. There were a few tufts of cat hair on the soil. Lu Hechuan took a look, gathered them up and put them in his palm to look at them. His face was solemn, "There is blood on it."

Shan Juanzhi stared at the tuft of cat hair in his hand motionlessly. Seeing that he looked unhappy, Lu Hechuan said, "Let's go look for it now. The blood on it hasn't dried yet. Maybe we can find it back."

The two men split up into two groups, Shan Juanzhi went to the teaching building to look for him, and Lu Hechuan went to other places to look for him.

Hesheng High School covers a large area, so it is not easy to find someone.

Shan Juanzhi walked quickly. There were six classes on each floor of the teaching building, and the toilets were in a corner of each floor. After searching two floors, he came out of the men's toilet on the second floor. He thought about it and went straight up to the third floor. This time he only searched the toilets near the stairs. He climbed to the fifth floor. Just as he was about to go in, he heard a faint cat's meow coming from the ceiling above his head.

The cry was weak and painful. Shan Juanzhi paused and took a few steps to the sixth floor.

The sound came from the men's restroom on the sixth floor. The classroom closest to the men's restroom was Mu Bao's class, which was currently taking a physical education class on the playground. Because it was class time, the corridor on the sixth floor was empty, and only the sounds of teachers lecturing and students talking could be heard from a few classes. It would have been difficult to catch the sound of the cat's meow among the noise, but it happened that during the break between lectures in the classroom and when the students stopped talking, Shan Juanzhi walked there.

The closer he was to the toilet, the clearer the sound was. Shan Juanzhi no longer hesitated and pushed the door open. At that moment, the sound in the toilet stopped abruptly. Shan Juanzhi stood at the door and glanced at the closed doors of several cubicles inside.

There are twelve cubicles in total, three of which have closed doors.

One is at the innermost part, used by cleaners as a compartment for storing cleaning tools, and the sheets are excluded first.

One of them leaned close to the door, Shan Juanzhi walked over quickly, stuck his hand in the gap and pulled it, but it was empty inside.

There was only one room left, and Shan Juanzhi didn't stay any longer. He just kicked the door open.

The man in the cubicle was caught off guard and his expression went blank for a moment.

Shan Juanzhi's eyes were on his hands.

The fat orange cat that Cheng Jue had painted on the sleeve of his school uniform had lost its usual spirit at this moment. It was held by the man by the scruff of its neck, its round head drooped completely, and its body was lifted in the air. Its originally shiny orange fur was stained with dirty blood, and a pool of bright red liquid on its abdomen was still dripping into the toilet pit.

"What are you doing?" Shan Juanzhi seemed unable to understand what was happening in front of him and asked a question that seemed stupid to the man.

The man saw that the person coming was just a tall and thin student, and the guilty feeling he had was instantly gone. His fingers were long and beautiful, and the palms and backs of his hands were covered in bright red blood. He waved the dead orange cat towards Shan Juanzhi, "No eyes? Why don't you come over and take a look?"

"Okay."

Shan Juanzhi's answer was beyond the man's expectations.

But Shan Juanzhi's expression was calm, and his clean appearance did not seem threatening. The man let down his guard, thinking that he was really interested, and squatted there waiting for him to come over.

Shan Juanzhi squatted down and stared at the lifeless cat for a while, then slowly moved his gaze to the man who was observing his reaction. As if out of pure curiosity, he asked, "This is the number of cats you have killed?"

"Why, you're interested too?" The man licked his lips. "It's very relaxing to play this. Stray cats and dogs like these can be found everywhere. It's a waste of food if they're alive anyway. It's better to let me play with them. If you make me happy, then their death will be meaningful."

Shan Juanzhi listened quietly and nodded. When the man was talking excitedly, he interrupted and asked again: "Is this the number of cats you have killed?"

"I can't remember clearly. I can kill these things easily, so how can I remember which one this is?" The man said nonchalantly, "This cat has no temper and doesn't know how to resist. The last time, the puppy was really fun to play with. It was small in size but had a big temper. Before it died, it even wanted to bite me back. That was really fun to play with."

"Really?" Shan Juanzhi looked at the cat in his hand again, "Have you had enough fun with it?"

"Why, you want to play too?" Seeing that he kept his eyes on the cat, the man grinned and flicked the blood on his fingertips onto Shan Juanzhi's face. "Looking at your cowardly look, I'm afraid you can't play with such a good thing at all."

"You're wrong." Shan Juanzhi stood up, looked down at the man indifferently, and pointed to the only relatively clean corner of the toilet cubicle, saying, "Put the cat in your hand there."

"Are you ordering me around, little brat?" The man curled his lips and threw the orange cat into the toilet. The out-of-control cat was stuffed into the dirty water, and a small puddle of water was soon dyed red by the gushing blood.

Shan Juanzhi glanced at the corpse, then set his eyes on the man's face again, and said in a cold voice: "Didn't you understand what I said?"

The man spat, took out a piece of paper and wiped the sticky blood stains between his fingers, and glanced at Shan Juanzhi nonchalantly, "Who do you think you are?"

His answer was a fist.

Shan Juanzhi moved quickly and fiercely, and with one punch he knocked the man against the partition.

The man was stunned, covering his painful spot: "Fuck you!"

He was about to fight back, but his clenched fist was intercepted by Shan Juanzhi before he could swing out, and then the second and third punches fell on his face like raindrops.

Shan Juanzhi had a methodical way of beating people. He broke the man's arms before he could react, and then restricted the movement of his legs. The man who lost control of his limbs could only lie like a turtle with its belly up, allowing Shan Juanzhi's punches to land on his painful spots one by one.

The man was beaten so hard that he was dizzy and dazed, and he was so angry that he started cursing.

During this period, Shan Juanzhi didn't say a word. When he finally stopped, the man was already unable to breathe and collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Shan Juanzhi flexed his wrists a few times and kicked the man.

"You're right. I really enjoyed it when you resisted but it was useless. I like your method."

The man felt a chill in his heart when he saw the sneer on his face. He felt that he was extremely unlucky to have run into a lunatic who escaped from a mental hospital.

"You are sick!" The man even spoke unclearly, "What hatred or grudge do I have against you?"

When Shan Juanzhi approached him, the man was trembling with fear. Shan Juanzhi sneered, leaned over and took off his coat in a few seconds, then carefully wrapped the cat in the toilet into his clothes.

Shan Juanzhi held the cat in his arms and glanced at the man, "Isn't this fair? You killed the cat and I just beat you up."

"That's a cat! It's a beast! I'm a human!" The man felt that Shan Juanzhi's words were simply unreasonable. How could he be compared with a hairy beast?

Shan Juanzhi tilted his head and glanced at him, frowning: "Although I respect species diversity, it seems that you and I are not of the same kind."

A mocking smile appeared on his lips: "I am a human being, and you are just scum."