Chapter 74 The Girl That Likes to Smile (1/2)

Chapter 74: The Girl That Likes to Smile

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After clearing up two storage units, the sky was pitch black.

When they were leaving the storage company, a half-naked Little Cerci was still sorting out the trash, complaining and cursing at his plight.

”Looks like that kid will be staying overnight,” Hans gloated at Little Cerci’s sorry state.

Ah Meow leaned onto the car window while looking at Cerci. Its mouth curled up a little toward the left. When Clyne noticed this, he exclaimed, ”Hey, this ocelot just wore an expression like a human.”

Hearing this, Ah Meow rolled its eyes, thinking, Foolish poop cleaner—why would I want to be like you?

They had nothing else to do after clearing up the storage unit, but Li Du decided to stay for another day. Humphreys’s weekend concerts were quite famous. He had not watched live concerts before, so he wanted to stay and check one out.

Hans had no objections, and Clyne was even more eager to stay because hiring him for another day meant he would make another 200 dollars.

Using the little bug had greatly increased Li Du’s energy levels. As long as he did not overuse it, he would always be full of energy. Especially just right after waking up; he felt as though a rifle had gone off to shoot him out of bed.

He threw off his blanket and shook his butt in an enthusiastic moment of self entertainment. In the end, with a turn of his head and he saw Ah Meow looking at a certain part of him intensely. Li Du hastily put on his pants.

”Guys won’t have cats and women wouldn’t have dogs—Ah Meow, don’t peek or else you can forget about ever sharing the same room as me,” Mr. Li said sternly.

Ah Meow curled its lips and revealed the expression of disdain that Clyne had seen.

The concert was going to begin at 10 am. The town had a large square, and within it were several stages that had been set up. They rushed there and found that there were not many cars parked at the lots, and the crowd was thin.

There were some shops around the square; some had even set up stalls selling food like coffee, ice cream, and hot dogs.

”This is a small audience,” Li Du said, disappointed.

Hans shrugged. ”A concert every week, with this frequency, you can’t expect any big-shots to come. The locals had already gotten tired of these performances. There aren’t that many tourists in town—how many people do you think will be here?”

The bands were very devoted to their performances. The lead singer closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying himself, while the drummer was whipping his hair back and forth to the beat of his drums like a drunkard.

There were a few girl groups. The bassist was the black beauty that they had met at the supermarket.

Hans was giving an energetic applause, shaking his butt to the beat like a hen in heat.

Li Du shook his head. ”You really don’t give a damn about shame—doing such sexual movements in public.”

Hans turned his head and said to Li Du, ”Screw you. This is called the Deadly Twerk, so be amazed!”

The girl group performed four songs and then stopped.

Li Du brought four bouquets of fresh flowers to Hans and said, ”Give these to them.”

Hans asked in surprise, ”Where did you get these?”

Li Du pointed toward outside the square, ”There’s a florist there, didn’t you see? Baby's-Breath, Roses, Lavender; you go do your thing.”

Hans chuckled, ”Thanks, buddy, I always thought you hated it when I was with women. But you bought too much; one bouquet is enough.”

”What I dislike is when you don’t see the big picture. Black Jack had been spying on us.”

The four girls were taking a water break. Hans hurriedly ran over while carrying the flowers, and gave them a bouquet each. He gave the one with the most brightly colored rose to the black beauty, whispered something softly, and the woman giggled.