The ornament swayed in such a way that made Zheng Tan's eyes dizzy, so he couldn't see it clearly. Therefore, he reached out to take a closer look at the ornament, and sure enough, it closely resembled the bag of stuff he had seen before. After examining it for such a long time that morning, even if Zheng Tan couldn't discern its authenticity, the feeling was nearly identical.
While Zheng Tan was looking at the ornament, Jiao Wei came running over. They didn't have any classes for the third and fourth periods that morning, so he was just hanging out at the library. Seeing that it was about time, he planned to go to the restaurant to avoid the peak of students leaving class later. Every time he ran down this road, he would look around, especially at those tall trees suitable for a cat to nap on and the wooden chairs by the gravel path—Zheng Tan was picky about his sleeping spots. Sure enough, without much effort, he spotted the black cat lying on a chair.
"Heitan!"
