Hunting High School

"Hey, this is what you want."

Zhang Jixin fumbled in his arms for a long time, finally found a small paper bag, and threw it in front of the black cat: "The amount is not big, it's only enough for you to use two or three times, and you can use it as a snack when recording."

The paper bag was brown, and there were still clearly visible oil stains on it, which should have been torn off by Zhang Jixin from the paper bag containing fried dough sticks after breakfast in the morning.

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Smelling the rich aroma of oil from the paper package, the black cat shrank back in disgust, lest the oil stain its beautiful black fur.

"Got it, I know my technology, twice is enough." The black cat shrank back, while trying to reach forward with its paws, flipping it flexibly, and quickly opened the paper bag in front of it.

Inside the paper bag, three shriveled green beans lay quietly on the oil flower, looking lifeless.

"Is this a job?!" The black cat raised its head, looked suspiciously at the red-faced wizard, and its red eyes were full of doubts: "Why do you look shriveled? I remember the two we planted in the dormitory before." The grains are very round and plump. Is this still alive after being dried like this?"

A few weeks ago, Xin Fatty got two seeds from the editorial office of the school newspaper that were said to be from "inside"; and planted a video of the beautiful woman Su Shijun singing in Wurzburg-although Su Shijun only showed a back view at that time , but still left a very deep impression on Zheng Qing.

The young public finance student clearly remembered that the two grains that Xin Fatty got at that time were both blue-gray and the size of peanuts. Most importantly, the two grains were very plump and round, without any shriveled appearance.

"Can it be the same?" Zhang Da Elder rolled his eyes strangely, and snorted angrily: "You are looking for the one that has not been recorded or photographed, it is the original species that we planted in the dormitory, and we have photographed and recorded it , is a finished product. Just like the same stationery, one is full of words, and the other is clean and blank. Is it a concept?"

"Oh, so there is such a difference." The black cat flicked its tail, pressed its paws on a shriveled seed coat, felt the slight ups and downs and folds of the seed coat from the pad, and wondered about this small seed coat from the bottom of its heart. How much magical magic is contained in the small one.

"By the way, we don't run newspapers, and we don't have a publishing house. You don't seem to have any hobbies in this area. Why do you want this thing? If you want to take pictures and make a sound, some say it's a more efficient and convenient method." Watching the black cat happily pull out a piece of clean white paper, wrap it up again, and put it into the gray cloth bag hanging around his neck, Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it, and raised his doubts.

As a method of information collection and dissemination with a long history of use, the combination of morning glory and photograss has been an important means for wizards to preserve information for a long time. However, with the continuous development and progress of modern magic technology, more efficient and convenient methods such as Jade Slip, spar, etc. that can record pictures are constantly being developed by wizards, and the number of wizards who still use morning glory and picture grass is gradually decreasing. .

To this day, wizards who still use this tool, like those who use paper cranes to convey messages, pinch hands, or use wands to cast spells, are more of a sentimental thing.

To make an inappropriate analogy, the status of morning glory and photograss in the wizarding world is like vinyl records, phonographs, and film and video discs in the 21st century, giving people an old-fashioned, late-night, but full of charm feeling.

"Well, I'm going to sing a song to Elena as a New Year's gift." The black cat waved its paws, revealing this big secret indifferently, then flicked its tail, and planned to leave: "See you later! You what?!"

Before the black cat turned around and walked a foot away, it felt its tail tighten. When it turned around, the red-faced wizard was grabbing his tail, with a mean smile on his face: "Sing? What song? Do you need an accompaniment? I can play the guitar , and whistle"

"Blow you to paralysis, let go!" The black cat felt the tail being pulled, and immediately exploded. The two eyes were the size of copper bells, and the anger rushed from the bottom of the heart, and the body suddenly swelled.

One foot, two feet, three feet, one meter, two meters, three meters.

In the blink of an eye, the cute little black cat, which was only about a foot tall, turned into a ferocious monster with a shoulder height of three meters. Then the black cat swung its huge paw, and with a bang, it pushed the red-faced wizard to the ground and beat him violently.

"You play with the egg! Do you want to be beaten?"

"Still playing the guitar? Believe it or not I lost your Gigi to you?!"

"Haven't you heard that a tiger's tail can't be touched?"

The red-faced wizard held his head and screamed, but he didn't dare to move the book or his fist, lest the black cat would poke out its sharp claws between its toes, and the conflict would escalate to an uncontrollable level.

In the final analysis, he was still a little bit wrong, and for a while, he forgot what Zheng Qing had warned them repeatedly.

The black cat beat him for a long time before the anger in his heart subsided.

Correspondingly, his body shape also returned to its original shape.

"I still have a good temper, and I didn't get rough, otherwise you should be rescued by the therapists in the school hospital right now!" The black cat panted a little from the beating, and spat on the grass next to it. Then he stared at the red-faced wizard, and announced viciously: "You, crime! The money is gone!!"

"It's okay, it's okay, just treat it as a follower." Zhang Jixin grinned and rubbed his shoulders, but refused to show any weakness in his mouth: "Besides, you are a cat, not a tiger and that's not what you said."

The black cat took a deep breath and raised a paw.

Snapped!

Four or five sharp claws popped out from between the toes, shining a few points in the cold wind.

"If you have any last words, let's talk about them together." The black cat drooped its eyelids and said gloomyly.

"Hey! Why are you in such a hurry?!" The red-faced wizard grabbed the book and put it in front of his chest. He hastily took two steps towards Retreat, and shouted fiercely: "In broad daylight, don't you still want to kill people?! Let me tell you, this is a hunting ground, and there are five fully formed hunting teams training five hundred meters away from here! Don't be caught and put in a cage."

Hearing the words, the black cat froze, and subconsciously glanced at the edge of the hunting ground.

Just as Zhang Jixin said, the huge black cat with a height of two or three meters just now has attracted the attention of many wizards on the hunting ground. Four or five senior wizards with black stripes embroidered on their robes were walking quickly towards this side.

Black Cat doesn't want to talk to other strangers -- and he doesn't want them to know he can. So in the end, he gave the red-faced wizard a hard look, and cast a look of death, turned over the bushes angrily, and disappeared into the depths of the lawn. (to be continued)