Chapter 1974: She is on top

The dean laughed, "Little fat cat, you really are an idiot, knowing that I came here, you don’t even have the courage to turn around to look at me, you are such a little trash, look at you, your body is shaking like a fallen leaf, since In this way, you better let go of my niece. As for our account, I will settle with you."
The dean finished speaking triumphantly, then picked up the chair again and slammed it on the floor.
It is a pity that the Siamese Cat did not return the half of his head to him, but turned around slowly, staring at him with round cat eyes.
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
The angry roar continued.
Half of the head yelled, "Uncle, this kitten is not easy to kill, don't underestimate it."
The dean sneered, "Isn't it just a cat? Can it be stronger than a human being like me? If cats are really powerful, then cats, not humans, should rule the earth now. But now, cats are just humans. Raised pets only. This shows that cats are just a very weak animal."
As soon as the voice fell, the dean heard a stern cat cry, and then, a small fleshy figure jumped up from the ground and rushed towards his face.
The dean felt bad and hurriedly stepped forward. Although he avoided it, he still felt a tingling pain on his face. He stretched out his hand and touched the blood on his hand.
"Little bastard, did you scratch my face and bleed? I won't let you go."
The dean glared at the Siamese cat who was squatting on the ground, tilting his head and looking at him, and roared like thunder.
"You little bastard, do you think I can't behave like you? You are wrong!"
After the dean finished speaking, he raised his chair and smashed the Siamese cat squatting on the ground. Unexpectedly, the Siamese cat jumped on the window sill and continued to tilt his head, seeming to mock him. .
"Little bastard, you have annoyed me, wait and see, you are dead."
The dean picked up the chair and smashed it towards the cat squatting on the window sill. The Siamese cat jumped out and jumped off the window sill. The chair fell into the sky, just hitting the windowpane, causing shards of broken glass to fly around.
A piece of glass scum just wiped the dean's eyelids and flew over, making the dean scream in fright.
"Oh my god, I almost became blind. Little fat cat, you are so nasty."
Half of the head said in surprise, "Uncle, I have reminded you, don't underestimate this cat. It is not an ordinary kitten."
The dean felt the pain of sand on his eyelids, as if there was something hot, constantly flowing into his eyes, making his vision blurred. He stretched out his hand and felt the blood on one hand.
"Oh my god, my eyes are bleeding, am I going to be blind?"
The little nurse listened and hurried forward and said, "Dean, don't worry, I'll check it for you."
The dean cried, "I don't want to be blind."
The little nurse rolled up the dean’s eyelids and carefully checked, "Dean, it’s okay, it’s just that you hurt your eyelids. Your eyes are okay."
"But my eye sees things vaguely, as if it has affected my vision."
"President, that's because blood is in your eyes. I will bandage it for you and it will be fine."
"Quickly, bandage for me."
"Okay, Dean, I will go now."
The little nurse finished speaking, turned around and ran towards the office next door. After rummaging around, she returned with hemostatic medicine and gauze.
The little nurse cleaned up the blood from the wound, applied hemostatic medicine, and then wrapped gauze.
"President, you can try again now, look at that injured eye, can you see clearly?"
The dean nodded, closed the good eye, looked at things with the injured eye, and sighed.
"I can see clearly, but I noticed that when I look at things with my injured eyes, everything in my sight is darker."
"This is normal. There is still a small amount of blood remaining in your eyes. When your eyes are slowly cleaned by the tears, your eyesight will be fully restored."
The dean nodded, "Yes, I know all of this."
The little nurse smiled and said, "You were confused just now because the disease was on you. If the disease is on someone else, you are naturally aware of it. This is called the illusion of the authorities."
The dean smiled, "What you said is really good." After finishing speaking, he grabbed the chair, shook again, got up, and walked staggeringly towards the Siamese cat.
"Little bastard, you made me almost blind. I can't just leave it alone."
The little nurse smiled bitterly, "Isn't the dean crazy? Just after bandaging his wound, he went to find a kitten to toss."
Zhuang Mengdie sighed, "The reason why the dean asked Miao Miao to settle the accounts was not for Ma Xiaoli."
As soon as the voice fell, Zhuang Mengdie immediately exclaimed.
Ye Tian said in shock, "Writer Zhuang, what's wrong with you?"
Zhuang Mengdie said, "Didn't you find out that half of the head is gone?"
The little nurse and Ye Tian immediately turned their faces and looked at the Siamese cat together. Indeed, the blood on the Siamese cat’s mouth was still there, but the half of the head that was held by it was gone.
Ye Tiandao, "Oh, I understand, it must have been the dean who just smashed a chair on the windowpane, Miao Miao was frightened and lost that half of his head."
Everyone looked around, where is the shadow of the half head?
The dean yelled anxiously, "Xiaoli, poor boy, where are you?"
At this moment, the Siamese cat suddenly raised his head and glared at the ceiling, roaring constantly.
Red liquid dripped continuously from the ceiling and onto the ground. Ye Tian walked over curiously, stretched out his finger, put it under his nose, and smelled a strong smell of blood, "Huh? It's blood."
At the same time, there was a grim sneer above his head.
Ye Tian said in shock, "She is on it."
Everyone looked up together and found that half of the head was hanging upside down from the ceiling with the neck instead of the foot, and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked at them straightforwardly.
"You are so dull. I'm clearly on top of your heads. Are you still looking for me everywhere on the ground? It's a laugh. At your level, do you want to trap me?"
Half of the head finished, laughing.
The Siamese cat jumped on the window sill, jumped up several times, and tried to jump to the ceiling, but failed.
Zhuang Mengdie hugged it in his arms distressedly, and said in a low voice, "Meow, you can't jump to the ceiling because you are not a gecko."
The Siamese cat felt aggrieved, lying on his owner's shoulders, glaring at the head on the ceiling, and groaning constantly.
"You idiots, do you think that a cat can trap me? You are too naive. I admit that this cat is strong, but after all, it is a cat. It is not a gecko and cannot be climbed. Chase me from the ceiling."