Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing came under the cat fruit tree, it was still five minutes before it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

So he hid in the bushes not far from the big tree in advance, and carefully looked around, trying to find the figure that left the paw print on the letter.

As the school year approached, students arrived one after another, and their pets reappeared in the school. The cat fruit tree changed from the "withering" during the winter vacation, and was filled with "cat fruit" again.

It's just that, unlike years ago, the position of the cats among the branches has changed slightly this year.

For example, the little puppet cat last year, in just a few months, it has grown from a size of a few feet to a length of more than one meter and an estimated weight of more than ten catties. I don't know what its owner fed it. If it weren't for those big round eyes that were as vivid as ever, Zheng Qing might not be able to recognize its identity.

The change in body shape has affected the position of the puppet cat on the cat fruit tree, which makes it move from a lower place to a higher place on the cat fruit tree. There is more sunshine and fresher air.

Another example is the former leader of the cat group, the Norwegian forest cat. Compared with last year, it has an extra scar on its face, and it looks much tougher than before.

Zheng Qing stared at the scar a few more times, very suspicious that the owner of the forest cat was a student of Star Academy. Only the students of that academy would treat the scars on pets' faces as medals instead of using potions to erase them.

Compared with last year, the place where the forest cat lies on its stomach has not changed much. But according to Zheng Qing's observation, this big cat has been eyeing the best habitat on the cat fruit tree, which is Zheng Qing's "throne", ready to move. It seems that it has risen to challenge Zheng Qing again in a few months. courage.

It's just that the cat sitting on the 'throne' at this moment is not the big black cat in Zheng Qing's incarnation, but a small white cat.

The little white cat is not too tall, has a light body, no sharp teeth, and bad claws. It looks like an ordinary garden cat. But it can lie down on the best branches of the cat fruit tree, doze lazily, and seems to be completely indifferent to the coveted eyes of the forest cat and other big cats a few meters away.

This is all due to Zheng Qing's great deterrence to the cats before.

A fox pretends to be a tiger, that's all.

Zheng Heimao hid in the bushes, moving his eyes from one fur ball to another, carefully observing the movement of each fur ball, and checking whether a cat flew the paper crane for himself in private.

But apart from seeing individual cats licking each other or catching bugs, there was nothing unusual.

Even the way they take a nap is not much different from last year.

This made the black cat very frustrated.

After observing for ten minutes, it was determined that there was no way to find out the sender. Zheng Qing finally decided to show up to see if the sender had any other requests.

He straightened his two front legs forward, pouted his buttocks, and stretched his waist a lot.

Then he flicked his tail and started to emerge from the bushes.

Every time he took a step forward, his size grew and his momentum doubled. Correspondingly, his steps are also increasing. In this way, after walking seven or eight steps, the black cat was already standing under the cat fruit tree.

At this time, his body was like a black panther.

The black cat raised its head, looked at the subordinates on the cat fruit tree with scrutiny, pondered for a while, and finally suppressed a "meow" with difficulty. Benefiting from the influence of his thick skin, he can already switch freely between cats and people up.

It's just that as far as meowing like a cat is concerned, meow meow is not a big deal.

No one saw it anyway.

The big and small cats on the cat fruit tree moved after hearing the sound, stood up one after another, tucked their tails between their crotches, flattened their ears, and lay down on their bodies, responding to the leader's call with a well-behaved "meow".

Compared with other cats, the white cat is much calmer.

She squinted and looked at the cat leader under the tree.

Unlike other excited big and small cats, her attention is not on the arrival of the black cat, but on the color of the black cat's eyes.

As a white cat with a wizard soul, she is very confident in her own memory.

She remembered very clearly that the last time she saw the black cat, it still had a pair of red eyes. The white cat was very impressed by this, because she once thought it was a monster.

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But now, she stared at the black cat under the tree, her black pupils formed a line.

The black cat's eyes turned black as expected.

This incident did not exceed her expectations. In other words, since she flew out of the paper crane not long ago, she had foreseen this happening. The little white cat narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes. She clearly remembered the scene of her lying on the black cat's head last semester, and also clearly remembered the scene of holding a certain black cat in her arms when she and Li Meng were walking on the tree-lined road.

This gave her the urge to beat the black cat violently.

Holding back, Jiang Xiaomao kept repeating this word in his heart, silently hinting to himself that as long as he pretended not to know, no one would know about those embarrassing things.

A series of evidence in the mind has been threaded into a thread under the discolored eyes, which makes the little white cat feel a little bit more suspicious besides being annoyed.

If the black cat is really transformed by Zheng Qing, why can he become bigger and smaller at will? This is completely against the law of magic! Is he a druid?

Zheng Qing didn't know what the white cat was wondering about.

Feeling that the deterrent effect had been achieved, the forest cat, which was about to move, waited for the big cat to become obedient again, and the black cat shook its fur in satisfaction, and its body shrank back to about a foot high.

Then, he ran up a few steps, briskly climbed up the cat fruit tree, and came to his 'throne'.

"Cough cough."

The black cat coughed twice, indicating that the little white cat could move, and only the cat king could lie on the throne.

The little white cat gave him a sideways look, and didn't intend to get up at all. It just turned sideways and moved to the side, leaving half of the space for the black cat.

The black cat shook its whiskers, wondering if it was an illusion. When the little white cat leaned on him just now, he vaguely felt his scalp tingling.

It must have been stretched and stretched before, he comforted himself in his heart.

Seeing that the little white cat didn't intend to move, the black cat finally snorted, lying on top of the remaining throne like a cheetah, with its head held high, and its majestic gaze scanning the surroundings.

Hell, still no sign of the sender.

The black cat tugged at its ears irritably, but its body remained motionless, maintaining the aura that a king of cats should have.

He had a premonition that he might spend the whole afternoon lying here for nothing today.