353 A Match for House Cats (2/2)

”Thank you, but that would be unnecessary.” Richard said for Zhang Zian, knowing that he was disgusted by these trickeries.

”Well, take care then. You can take my car, I’m not using it today.” Because of Zhang Zian's integrity, Tim was a bit embarrassed. He took out the key for his minivan and threw it to him.

”Thanks.” Zhang Zian caught the key, looked at the time, and decided to set off right away. Being new to the town and unfamiliar with the rules and procedures, earlier departure would buy him some time if anything unexpected occurred on the road.

He waved goodbye the Kellers. But when he opened the door to the house, he was startled greatly.

Outside the house was a large crowd of foreigners, including driving adults, jogging youngsters, and bicycle-riding children. The moment they saw Zhang Zian, they immediately applauded, cheered, and whistled louder and louder!

”Kung Fu Master!”

”Kung Fu from China!”

”Master Zhang!”

”Ni hao Master!”

What is happening? Perplexed, Zhang Zian quickly closed the door, and looked at the invisible Richard.

”Should we call the police, for the crowd is gathering illegally?” Richard asked thoughtfully.

Tim walked to the kitchen window, looked out and smiled, ”Don’t worry. Jeff, did you forget? Yesterday you said that you would perform Kung Fu today! They are here for the show. I know most of them. They are all neighbors in the neighborhood... My God! That’s Victor! This old guy is over 90 years old, and he has been lying in bed for half a year, but now he is here with an oxygen tube stuck up his nose, sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed by his son…”

Zhang Zian went to the window. On the edge of the crowd, there was an old man as skinny as a skeleton. His hair and beard had gone completely white. He was wearing crumpled striped pajamas, with plastic airway tubes stuck in his nostrils. He was sitting in a wheelchair which was attached with a small oxygen bottle behind it, and happily waving his hands and cheering like others!

What the hell have I done?!

Zhang Zian was worried that this old man might die any minute from over-excitement! If that was the case, was he responsible for his death??

As it turned out, foreigners also liked watching the fun!

”Look! Allen is also there! Just when I wondered why this bastard is late again...” Tim cussed while putting on a jacket. ”I'm going to pull him in.”

Zhang Zian looked at the crowd again and found Allen. In front of several young ladies, he was imitating the Kung Fu actions from movies and uttered some weird sounds. Apparently, the ladies were not interested in his lousy parody. It was probably not the first time Allen had tried to play to the gallery like this.

Tim opened the door and strode out, pointing at Allen's nose to scold him. Allen was so embarrassed that he kept his head down, and the ladies moved away from him. Several people greeted Tim, as if they were asking when the Kung Fu Master would come out to perform. Tim shrugged and raised his hand, pointing to the house, indicating that he was not sure either.

Walking into the house with Tim like a prisoner, Allen yelled as soon as he saw Zhang Zian, ”Master Zhang! I thought you went back to China! Everyone is waiting for you to perform!”

Tim cursed again, ”This is all your fault by inviting your entire gang here! I’m warning you! If you are late again, you are fired! Now, get back to your work!”

Allen’s face had been sprayed by Tim’s saliva. He embarrassedly wiped his face, and went to attend to the chores of the cattery.

When he was gone, Tim said with worry, ”There shouldn’t be so many people today. It’s Allen who has been telling everyone about you… Jeff, if you do not want to show up, I can go to tell them...”

Zhang Zian thought for a moment, and decided to go out. If he kept hiding in this house, he would miss the CFA competition.