Hunting College

Until finally leaving the bench, Li Meng never found a chance to avenge the black cat.

This made Zheng Qing a little brisk on the way back to the dormitory.

It was almost noon, and more than five hours had passed since the young wizard turned into a cat. According to Professor Yi's previous instructions, a shape-shifting potion can last six to twelve hours.

This means that from the next hour, Zheng Qing may repeat the process of transforming from a cat to a person at any time.

If in broad daylight and in the bright universe, he would fade his black hair on campus and show his naked body, the picture is simply too beautiful to imagine.

In short, for the sake of safety, for the sake of safety, the black cat looked at the sun and the sky, guessing that the time was almost time, and hurried to the dormitory.

There was nothing new on the way.

It's just that there are many more voices called "Mimi" at him.

Every time the young wizard thinks that he has made such a noise to a cat passing by on campus, there is a sense of shame in his heart.

Still along the catwalk, climbing up from the steep cliff of the dormitory mountain, followed the balcony into the dormitory.

At noon, the dormitory was quiet, without a single person.

Fatty Xin recently went outside to collect the scenery whenever he had time, and today should be no exception; Dylan’s curtains are tightly closed and he is probably still sleeping in the coffin; Xiao Xiao’s bed is also empty, look at the time, he should be here now The library organizes materials.

This greatly relieved Zheng Qing.

He hasn't figured out how to face his friends as a cat.

The orange cat lay sideways on Fatty Xin's pillow, straight on all four legs, squinting, looking lazy. The little elves hung in the orange cat's soft fur, caged with wings, and seemed to be on a lunch break.

Hearing the sound of the balcony, Tuantuan's ears trembled and did not open his eyes. For a cat, judging good from bad by sound is a basic skill.

The black cat did not say hello to the orange cat.

After he became a cat in the morning, he knew that although the colloquial saying has "cats and dogs", in fact, these creatures with poor IQ do not have a complete "international lingua franca".

He can only judge the vague meaning of the other party through his eyes, actions, smells, etc., and there is no way to meet with greetings such as ‘good morning’, ‘have you eaten’, and ‘the weather is great’.

I feel that everyday life without greetings seems a little more free, but I don't know if this feeling is brought by cats.

With all these cranky thoughts, the black cat got into his own tent and rolled into the bed.

Perhaps because the effect of the transformation potion was gradually disappearing, Zheng Qing felt that his eyelids were getting heavier. As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

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"...The evasion spell passed down by the First University is a very sophisticated and complex method...The wizard transforms into other life forms through related rituals to erase the traces of his original existence and make the disaster disappear naturally..."

"...In this process, the wizards not only changed their physical form...their souls would also be twisted..."

"...Will be distorted..."

"……distortion……"

The broken voices in his mind became increasingly blurred. When Zheng Qing couldn't hear a word, he naturally woke up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes wide, staring at the dark tent above his head, trying to recall the fragmentary words in his dream.

But soon, he gave up this effort.

It is as if the castle piled up on the beach after the high tide is completely unrecognizable after being flooded by the cold water. The young wizard found that the whispers in the dream had been quietly silent as the consciousness re-dominated the body, sneaking into the unknown.

This annoys him a little.

The dormitory is still very quiet.

Through the gaps in the curtains, I can no longer feel the traces of the sun.

Zheng Qing raised his hand, and through the weak light in the dormitory, he saw a healthy adult hand. Then finally he breathed a sigh of relief, got up laboriously, and started putting on clothes.

"Wake up?" A sudden voice suddenly sounded, shocking the young public servant.

"Doctor?" Zheng Qing asked tentatively.

After getting a positive answer, he took a deep breath and complained: "Don't make a sudden noise like a ghost... I almost smashed a handful of talisman paper!"

Xiao Xiao did not speak.

It wasn't until the young public-sponsored student got dressed and stood in front of the big full-length mirror to take care of his own image, that he slowly said:

"How does it feel to be a cat?"

"Patter."

The toner in Zheng Qing's hand fell to the ground.

"Wh...what...what cat." He turned around and stammered in reply, his face a little pale.

"It looks like it's really a cat." Dr. Xiao Da held the notebook, sat at the desk, holding the brush in his hand, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

"What cat?" Zheng Qing finally found a little courage, repeating his question mechanically.

"That's the cat you changed after drinking the transformation potion?" Xiao Xiao looked at him puzzledly, seeming to think that the problem of public funds was very ridiculous.

"How do you know...I mean...I haven't told you yet?" Zheng Qing finally gave up the struggle, looking at Xiao Xiao quite angrily.

"Oh!" Xiao Xiao suddenly realized, opening his notebook and pinching a few black hairs from the folder: "Remember not to run around on the table after the next deformation... Your cat sheds hair!"

Zheng Qing looked at those black hairs with a blank expression on his face.

"Because of this?" He paused~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and asked forcefully: "Maybe this is not cat hair..."

"So I just tried to ask...it depends on your reaction." Xiao Xiao shrugged, helped his **** glasses, and added: "In fact, I thought you were It has become a mouse...but Dylan thinks that the wood on the table has no signs of being bitten, and Tuan Tuan also behaves very quietly, so we ruled out this option."

"Dylan also knows?" Zheng Qing covered his face in despair, "Who else knows..."

"Fatty doesn't know yet." Xiao Xiao answered honestly: "He went to collect the wind early this morning, and he got up earlier than me... He didn't notice that there was no one on your bed, nor did he notice the extra sticks on the table. Black hair."

Zheng Qing looked at his roommate blankly, wondering if he should show a sigh of relief.

"Since I have answered your question... now you should answer my question." Xiao Xiao grabbed the writing brush and rolled in the ink cartridge on the table, looking at the young public student with a fanatical expression: "So... What does it feel like to be a cat?"