Hunting High School

A few weeks ago, Zheng Qing met a mouse in a red vest in the corner of the office building of the university.

At that time, he was harassing the gatekeeper in Lao Yao's office, and wanted to consult the professor about the reason for the abnormality of his transfiguration. Unexpectedly, the situation was disturbed by the sudden mouse. Originally, Shentu Yulei still chatted with him casually, but since the mouse appeared, the door gods, including the big white cat at the foot of the door god, seemed to be in a hurry. He became dumb and never spoke again.

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After realizing that the mouse in clothes was abnormal, the young public servant immediately gave full play to the curiosity of the cat and followed the mouse, but finally lost the track of the mouse in front of a tree hole .

Even though he waited at the hole for a long time that day, even though he went to the tree hole to search for it many times later, he never met the mouse in clothes again.

Thinking about this matter in his spare time, the young public finance student even suspected that he was just dazzled and misread in a trance. After all, a mouse wearing clothes is rare even in a wizarding university. If it is really a spirit beast in the school, or a wizard in the school has changed, then no matter whether it is a professor or a student, there will always be a mouse. There is a hint of tone.

However, neither Professor Yao nor the classmates in the class, nor the colleagues in the patrol team of the school labor committee, expressed ignorance of the "rats in clothes" mentioned by Zheng Qing.

Time flies and nearly a month is about to pass. With the intensification of schoolwork and study tasks, Zheng Qing almost forgot about the mouse.

Until his cat subordinate, a certain forest cat buddy, reappeared in front of him with a small mouse in clothes.

"Is this the mouse in clothes you mentioned?" Xiao Xiao squatted in front of the forest cat, grabbed a brush, and carefully fiddled with the motionless little mouse on the ground with the tip of the pen, his voice full of curiosity: " I remember you said it was wearing a red vest... Your subordinate brought it back, but it was wearing a blue vest."

The soft nib of the pen poked the mouse, leaving fleeting scars, and the pitted blood stains that were bitten by the cat also became clearer and lighter under the caress of the nib, gradually disappearing.

"Mice are not allowed to change clothes yet?" Xin Fatty pouted his wide buttocks, and took up the position of two people, his nose almost brushing the beard of the mouse, and sighed in a very regretful tone: "You said How did I forget to bring my camera? What a piece of news... what a piece of material!"

Fatty's attention was all on the mouse, and the beer in his hand and the bucket of fried chicken in his arms had been put aside in the open space. Several big and small cats poked out their paws from time to time, touched the fried chicken bucket, and rewarded themselves with a piece or two of delicious fried chicken.

There was even a blue cat leaning in front of the beer can, using a straw to sip the remaining beer in the can with its leaking mouth, standing there staggeringly with red eyes after drinking it.

Of course, the 'vast majority' of the Forgiveness Hunters are not focusing on these cats right now.

For them, the little mouse in clothes is obviously more attractive.

The reason why I say most of them is because Zhang Da Elder's attention is a little different.

Contrary to the others, he just glanced at the half-dead little mouse on the ground, but focused most of his attention on the Norwegian forest cat that had returned from injury: "Tsk tsk... I can't tell, your subordinates are pretty good." What can you do!"

Different from what Zheng Qing saw for the first time, the forest cat that had just returned had many wounds all over its body. There was a small gap on the tip of the round ear, which seemed to be bitten off by a mouse, and a small piece was bitten off; under the orange-yellow almond eyes, there were several deep scars, which were slowly oozing out through its thick fur Bright red blood; not to mention its beautiful long hair, as if it had been scorched by someone, showing spots of withered marks, which looked very miserable.

Zheng Qing can't imagine what a cat needs to go through to be injured like this while catching mice!

"Too brave, too powerful, and too conscientious." Zhang Jixin admired, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the forest cat's back, and praised repeatedly: "If my family didn't object, I would definitely raise such a big cat." Cat!"

Xu Shi understood Zhang Jixin's praise, and the forest cat changed its previous irascible temper, proudly raised its chin, and its curvy beard almost rose to the sky.

"I want to see it too, I want to see it too!!" Lin Guo climbed onto the back of the black goat at some point, and was jumping over the head of the red-faced wizard, shouting, "I haven't seen a man in clothes yet." Where are the mice!"

"Catch a mouse yourself and dress him up!" The black cat sighed, completely unable to understand the little wizard's strong curiosity. He had already forgotten how he felt when he first saw a mouse in clothes. Out of curiosity, he glanced at the careless cats outside the circle who were still playing, and then at the forest cat with its head up in the sky, finally lowered its head, stretched out its paws, and patted Xiao Xiao's back.

"Doctor, is the mouse dead?" The black cat coughed twice, interrupted Dr. Xiao's research, and asked.

"You're a cat! Can't you smell this?" Fatty fussed beside him, his tone full of suspicion.

"You are the cat! Your whole family is cats! Goths are wizards from beginning to end, okay! Can you speak human language!" Hearing Fatty's words, the black cat suddenly became irritable, and jumped to On Fatty's head, the claws waved like the wind, using Fatty's head as a drumhead, and the hammer thumped.

Not to mention, Fatty's soft hair and fleshy forehead are quite comfortable to photograph. No wonder the fat cat in the dormitory likes to nap on his head.

Xiao Xiao ignored the fight between a pair of live treasures next to him, and finally poked the eyelid of the mouse with the tip of a pen, sighed, thumped his waist, and stood up: "It's not dead... Even if your forest cat is dead, this The little things are probably fine."

"Its body is much stronger than any mouse I've ever seen... No, I think it's stronger than those murlocs in Linzhong Lake!"

"And he's a ghost, he'll pretend to be dead."

Before the words were finished, the little mouse 'buling', whose eyes were closed and breathless, opened its eyes at once, and a carp rolled and jumped up, trying to slip away from the crowd with a whoosh.

Unexpectedly, a small snow-white paw appeared behind it at some point, firmly held down its long tail, and pulled it firmly in place.

"Meow?" The little puppet cat pressed its paw on the mouse's tail, tilted its head, blinked its big eyes, and looked suspiciously at the black cat squatting on Fatty's head, as if asking whether to bite the little mouse to death. mouse. (to be continued)