Hunting High School

It's two past three in the morning.

There are still nearly two hours until the end of tonight's patrol mission.

"Snapped!"

Zheng Qing tightly closed the cover of the pocket watch in his hand, propped himself up with the patrol stick, and continued to move forward.

When the burning anger subsides quietly, what remains in the embers is the result of deliberation.

Mike King Soprano left quietly after a brief exchange with Zheng Qing. Although he implicitly expressed some threats at the end of the conversation, the proposal he made was something Zheng Qing could not refuse.

According to Soprano, Zheng Qing only needs to participate in the school hunting meeting one month later, and then win the rookie competition, and help the vice chairman of the Alpha College Student Union to make a fortune in the bet, and the grievances between the two can be resolved. A write-off.

Admittedly, Soprano was very demanding.

Although Zheng Qing still doesn't know anything about the school hunt, the freshman competition, etc., it doesn't prevent him from understanding the meaning between the lines. It must be very difficult to stand out from the thousands of freshmen at First University.

But I have to say that if Soprano really keeps his promise, then this favorable condition is worth Zheng Qing's efforts.

In any case, the pig demon on the bluestone road in Damingfang finally subdue the law, and after all, has an inseparable relationship with Zheng Qing.

Every time Zheng Qing thinks that there is a living life sinking into the darkness, and it is very likely to encounter a tragic future, and he has played some role in it, Zheng Qing always has a lump in his heart.

This matter fermented in his heart, and every time he thought about it, it always made people restless.

Because when he always thinks about it, he recalls a story from his childhood.

At that time, Zheng Qing had just entered junior high school and had been thinking about keeping a small pet. One day, his classmate called him and said that a kitten wanted to be fostered with him for a few days.

"This little guy has been in the lawn downstairs of my house for several days. It rained last night. I saw it this morning. Hey, the sample is shaking too much in the grass nest... It looks so pitiful. I know You like it, so I brought it to you."

Seeing Zheng Qing's struggling eyes, his classmate quickly added: "Just stay with you for a week, and I'll find a home to send him later."

In the end, Zheng Qing kept the kitten.

Together with them, there is a black pet bag that the classmate just bought, and a few packets of fish-flavored cat food.

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It was a gray and white pastoral cat.

Zheng Qing gradually couldn't remember the specific appearance of the kitten. The deepest impression left in his mind is thin, timid, and a pair of bright and big eyes.

"It must be a domestic cat, but it was lost." His classmate once complained angrily afterwards: "According to my uncle, this person is living too dishonestly now, without that Vajra drill, hard Taking up porcelain work... is life anyway, and if you lose it, you will lose it."

When Zheng Qing heard this, she could only nod her head again and again.

That kitten is indeed like a tutor. It is silent on weekdays, barks and disturbs others, and knows to go to the bathroom to use the toilet. Every time he finished eating the cat food on the plate, he hid under the sofa, not going out despite Zheng Qing's various teasing.

Once, Zheng Qing also wanted to raise it for a lifetime.

But every time I think about the various details of raising cats, such as epidemic prevention, cleaning, sanitation and other miscellaneous items, I feel discouraged.

So, after ten months at Zheng Qing's house, the kitten was finally picked up by that classmate.

As if knowing that it was going to be thrown out of the house again, the kitten was extremely frightened.

Whining and hiding, when Zheng Qing fished it out from under the sofa, he could clearly feel its thin body trembling.

That feeling will never be forgotten in my life.

This is murder, he said to himself in his heart, but still hardened his heart, and handed over the leather cage containing the kitten to his classmate.

The cage was full of newly bought cat food, and he wanted to use these things to make up for the feeling of indebtedness in his heart.

Later, Zheng Qing always felt inexplicably ashamed every time he saw the story of Ye Gong's love of dragons.

Zheng Qing is very clear about the family background of that classmate.

It wasn't bad, but the family was determined not to allow another kitten to be adopted. And the cost of boarding in a pet store is not affordable for two underage students.

Zheng Qing never dared to ask about the cat's later life.

Maybe a kind-hearted family really adopted it, maybe it was really sent to a pet store by own classmates. But most likely, this kitten will drag its weak body, wandering in a corner of a certain neighborhood, watching this dirty world quietly.

It would be great if we could take more responsibility in the first place.

Zheng Qing always sighs secretly in the dead of night, and then tries to forget this unhappy memory.

The pig demon in Daming Square brought back his dusty memories from an unknown corner.

It's all the same innocent life, all sunk into darkness with the participation of own. Maybe I am not an executioner, but what is the difference between a bloody knife and a clean rope?

But just for peace of mind.

With a mind full of random thoughts and a tired body, Zheng Qing limped across the Bodhi Tree and returned to the open space deep in the woods.

Although the battle with the murloc leader not long ago was short, it was extremely dangerous.

When the hormones secreted by the adrenal glands fade, muscle aches, fatigue, and listlessness follow.

What's more, his foot was sprained because of the wrong posture when he fell to the ground before.

This made Zheng Qing less interested in the next two hours of patrol missions. The only thing he wanted to do now was to hug his little fox in his comfortable bed and sleep soundly for a day and a night.

Oh, little foxes are not allowed in the student dormitories.

Oh, tomorrow afternoon, no, today is Sunday, and I have to go to the library to help Elena with her talisman homework this afternoon.

So it was impossible for him to sleep with the little fox all day.

Thinking that such a simple wish could not be realized, Zheng Qing's spirit became weaker and weaker.

"Brother Qing is back!" Lin Guo's voice came from not far away, looking very cheerful: "You are the only one missing...Did you catch that big fish demon?"

"Murlocs, not fish demons." Elder Verne snorted, "You're all college students, so be careful when you speak. If you talk nonsense in front of murlocs and are dragged down to Linzhong Lake and drowned to death, Don't blame them for not giving face."

"Almost," Zheng Qing forced a smile and shook his head: "I didn't catch it."

"It doesn't matter, I've caught a lot here anyway." Lingo paused, comforted, and whimpered with the wooden stick in his hand.

The dim moonlight mixed with the light of the deadly wind lantern, illuminating the glade very brightly.

Those sundries that were originally scattered all over the ground have been neatly stacked by Lin Guo in the open space, sorted into categories, and it is clear at a glance.

And not far from these sundries, four murlocs fainted in a haphazard manner among the grass, their white belly and round scales shone brightly to the surrounding wizards, snoring like thunder.

Elder Verne supported his own wooden stick and stood beside the group of murlocs with a straight face.