The Negotiator Who Couldn't Speak

Zheng Qing finally got Fatty Xin's watch from Tuantuan.

But the process had been full of twists and turns, exhausting every means available to the young wizards of Dormitory 403.

At first, the young scholarship student had considered using food to tempt Tuantuan—everyone knew that the fat cat was a tabby with a love of fine food. The reason it had stayed in Dormitory 403 in the first place was because Fatty Xin had bribed it with a delicious braised chicken leg, winning over this Spirit Cat that called itself "free."

So Zheng Qing had planned to repeat the trick and buy some fried chicken or other tasty treats downstairs.

Since it was noon and the school cafeteria had not started cooking yet, buying snacks like fried chicken meant making a trip to Pedestrian Street. Just as the young scholarship student was still debating whether to hurry over and make the exhausting trip, Fatty Xin, standing behind him, spoke up and crushed that idea.

"Chicken legs won't work. Not even several of them!" As Zheng Qing leaned out the window and tried to negotiate with the fat cat, Fatty Xin kept chattering behind him. "I tried chicken legs from the very beginning, but they had absolutely no effect. Doesn't know whether it's because Tuantuan ate too much last night and still hasn't digested it this morning, but it doesn't seem very hungry."

"Compared to chicken legs, it seems to prefer curling up in that crack between the rocks and basking in the sun!"

"Teaser wands won't work either... The most effective teaser wand was that Alchemical Rat, but you already took it apart into seven or eight pieces. As for those feathers stuck to sticks, if you try using them to tease Tuantuan, it'll definitely claw your face bloody."

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