Hunting College

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The sky in winter is grey and white, and a little dim.

On the bank of Linzhong Lake, trees of different thickness and height are scattered in small woods, and spend the months and years in the cold. On the branches, the once verdant and pleasant leaves have already passed away with the north wind, leaving only the bare branches and the white or brown bark covered with scars.

Right now, although there are no leaves on these trees, they are full of rich fruits.

These fruits are white, yellow, or black, each of them fluffy. The small ones are only the size of an apple, and the big ones are as big as a watermelon. They hang on dry branches and are swaying slightly in the cool breeze blowing by the lake.

Zheng Qing is also one of these fruits.

Yes, these fruits are actually cats of different colors and sizes.

Since Jiuyou University issued a notice to catch mice to calculate the final assessment, the cats in the pet shop on the pedestrian street in Beta Town were sold out in the blink of an eye. Wizards who did not originally have pets naturally did not hesitate. Quandang bought an evaluation insurance; even those wizards who originally had pets were eager to try. Many people have recently consulted the petting guards about whether they can keep more pets.

For Zheng Qing, the pros and cons were mixed.

The advantage is that there are more cats strolling in the academy, and his concealment after transformation is greatly improved. Because there are too many strange cats, when the black cat strolls around grandiosely, he will not attract attention.

The downside is that Zheng Qing can't get rid of the definition of cats and mice at all. Given that the cats raised by some classmates have caught many mice very smoothly, other hunters in the guilt hunting team have even begun to discuss privately whether to raise funds and spend money to hire their own. The captain has worked so hard.

When Zheng Qing heard Fatty Xin's suggestion for the first time, he almost took out his Colt Python from the gray cloth bag and shot him on his fat face.

He just became a cat, not a real cat!

Moreover, who would want to catch something dirty like a mouse!

They are all wizards, and they are not magical!

Full of resentment, after the young public-sponsored student became a cat, he slipped out of the dormitory early in the morning and leaped towards the lake without looking back. He wanted to see if the mouse hole under the oak tree was opened. Or if the little white cat has come back, how can I have time to listen to a greasy fat man nagging?

Saturday morning is a clean morning. Especially after the winter, even the figures of morning exercises are sparse. If it hadn't become a cat, Zheng Qing should be among those young wizards doing morning classes.

Of course, now that he is a cat, a little black cat that has always been tall and low, naturally he does not need to go to Feiyuan for morning exercises.

Stepping on the cold stone road, sniffing the soft sunlight, the black cat's ears pulled back slightly, and a trace of melancholy passed through his eyes.

A few days ago, when he consulted Jiang Yu about her plan, although the witch denied it, she did not clearly tell the wizard when the plan started. For some reason, this made Zheng Qing a little more irritable involuntarily.

Feel restless, so I seek to be pure.

This is why when Yao told him that there was no problem with Transfiguration, Zheng Qing soon chose to become a cat again. He found that when he was a cat, he would not have so much trouble, and he did not have to always guess that. The thoughts of a girl who can never guess.

The black cat ran across the small square, across the forest path, over the rockery, and finally stopped in front of the small woods by the Linzhong Lake.

Originally he planned to go under the oak tree to see if the mouse hole was still there. But not far away, those hairball fruits attracted the eyes of black cats like magnets. I wonder if it’s because the air at a higher place is cleaner. Thirty or forty cats with different coat colors and sizes are either squatting, lying, or Simply hang between the branches and branches, motionless.

Occasionally the breeze on the lake blew their big furry tails hanging in the air, shaking them, like willow catkins in full bloom in early spring.

"Meow!" A civet cat lowered his head, saw the black cat squatting on the ground, and yelled in a friendly manner.

Zheng Qing jumped up from the place as if he was blowing up his hair, grinning at the civet cat, and almost roared: "I am a wizard! Not a cat! I won't squat in a tree like you. On the branch!"

The movement of the black cat attracted the attention of other cats on the tree.

Either curious, indifferent, or suspicious, all eyes fell on the black cat in the same way. The only thing that is the same is that these cats didn't move even when they moved, as if they were glued to the branches by super glue.

This is very difficult for a curious cat. On weekdays, even if a paper crane flies in front of the cat's eyes, seventeen or eight cats will work together to catch and play.

After hesitating for a long time, the black cat finally decided to climb up and take a look, just to take a look! Look at what those cats are doing, so you won’t be napping among tree branches in the morning like them!

So, with a short run-up, the black cat jumped several times, and easily jumped onto an empty branch.

Well, let alone, the air on the branches is indeed quite fresh.

It's much better than the muddy, smelly murlocs by the lake. Especially for cats, their keen sense of smell always allows them to catch more bad smells.

Zheng Qing tuaned his body and put his tail straight down in the air, just like other cats, slowly rising and falling in the breeze.

Hmm, maybe because the height is close to the sun? For some reason, Zheng Qing felt a warm feeling all over his body. He couldn't help but think of the two children that he had learned a long time ago in the early days of the debate, and how like a soup in the middle of the day. Isn't this hot for those close and cold for those far?

Leisurely, leisurely, enjoying the winter sun with other cats among the branches, Zheng Qing almost forgot what he had to do.

Until a familiar voice came from under the tree:

"Meow meow!"

"Meow"

The black cat finally opened his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~, tilted his head and looked down.

A short witch in a red robe is holding a fluffy teddy bear in one hand, holding a small dried fish in the other, looking up at the hairballs on the tree, meowing occasionally, hoping that there will be cats In response, jumped down and played with her.

The deep-fried dried fish exudes an attractive aroma, which makes the cat's index finger move.

Faced with this temptation, several big cats, which were obviously physier than other cats, stood up hesitantly, as if they were still entangled between a nap and food.

Only the black cat closed his eyes decisively, ignoring the temptation of the little girl, and even put away the tail that was originally hanging in the air and curled it around his waist.

That girl Li Meng is not a good friend.

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