Monster Hunting High School

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

So he hid behind a bush not far from the big tree in advance, and looked around carefully, trying to find the figure who left the paw prints on the letter.

As the school year approaches, students are arriving one after another, and their pets have reappeared in the school. The cat fruit tree has changed from the "withered" color during the winter vacation and is now full of "cat fruit".

It's just that unlike last year, the cats' status among the branches of the trees has changed slightly this year.

For example, last year's little ragdoll cat, in just a few months, has grown from a size of about a foot to more than one meter in length and estimated to weigh more than ten kilograms. I don’t know what its owner fed it. If it weren't for the big, round eyes that were as expressive as ever, Zheng Qing might not even be able to recognize its identity.

The change in body size affects the Ragdoll cat's position on the cat fruit tree-it moves its position on the cat fruit tree from a lower place to a higher place. 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 looks much tougher than before.

Zheng Qing stared at the scar a few more times, strongly suspecting that the owner of the forest cat was a student of Starry Sky Academy. Only the students of that academy would regard the scars on their pets' faces as medals instead of erasing them with magic potions.

The place where the forest cat lies has not changed much compared to last year. But according to Zheng Qing's observation, this big cat has been staring at the best habitat on the cat fruit tree - that is, Zheng Qing's 'throne' - and is ready to move. It seems that it will take several months for it to rise again. He gained the courage to challenge Zheng Qing.

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

The little white cat is not tall enough, has a light body, has sharp teeth, and weak claws. It looks like an ordinary farm cat. But it can lie down among the best branches of the cat fruit tree and take a nap lazily, seemingly not caring about the coveting eyes of forest cats and other big cats a few meters away.

This is entirely due to Zheng Qing's previous huge deterrent effect on cats.

The fox pretends to be the tiger's power, that's all.

Zheng Heimao was hiding in the bushes, his eyes moving from one hair ball to another, carefully observing the movements of each hair ball to see if any cat had privately flown the paper crane for him.

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

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

This greatly frustrated Black Cat.

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

He stretched his two front legs forward, raised his buttocks, and stretched out a lot.

Then he flicked his tail and began to crawl out of the bushes.

With every step he took, his size grew larger and his momentum doubled. Correspondingly, his steps are also increasing. Just like that, after walking seven or eight steps, the black cat was already standing under the cat fruit tree.

At this time, he was as big as a black panther.

The black cat raised his head, looked at the subordinates on the cat fruit tree with a careful look, pondered for a long time, and finally struggled to hold back a 'meow' - benefiting from the influence of thickening his skin, he could already communicate between cats and people. Free conversion.

But as far as meowing like a cat, meow, meow, meow, it’s not a big deal.

No one saw it anyway.

The big and small cats on the cat fruit tree moved when they heard the sound. They stood up one after another, clamped their tails between their legs, flattened their ears, and lay down. They responded to the leader's shouts with their cute "meows".

Compared with other cats, white cats are much calmer.

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

Unlike other excited big kittens, her attention was 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's soul, she has great confidence in her memory.

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

But now, as she stared at the black cat under the tree, her black pupils narrowed into a single line.

The black cat's eyes turned black as expected.

This incident did not go beyond her expectations—or rather, she had foreseen this happening since she flew out of the paper crane not long ago—the little white cat narrowed its eyes, with a hint of danger in them. breath. She clearly remembers the scene when she lay on the black cat's head last semester, and also clearly remembers the scene when she and Li Meng were walking on the tree-lined road and held a certain black cat in her arms.

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

Hold it in, 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 those embarrassing things.

A series of evidences in his mind had been threaded together under the discolored eyes, which made the little white cat feel annoyed and a little surprised in his heart.

If the black cat is really transformed by Zheng Qing, then why can he become bigger or smaller at will? This is completely inconsistent with the magic theorem! Could he be a druid?

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

Feeling that the shock effect has been achieved, the forest cat that was originally ready to move waited for the big cat to behave well again. The black cat shook its fur with satisfaction and shrank its body to about a foot again.

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

"Ahem."

The black cat coughed twice, indicating that the little white cat could move. Only the big cat could lie down on the throne.

The little white cat glanced at him sideways, without any intention of getting up. It just turned sideways and moved to the side, leaving half of the space for the black cat.

The black cat shook his beard - he didn't know if it was an illusion. When the little white cat tilted him just now, he felt his scalp was a little numb - but looking at the small white cat's petite body, the black cat finally decided that it must have been an illusion. .

He must have strained his muscles while stretching before, he comforted himself in his heart.

Seeing that the little white cat was not planning to move, the black cat finally purred and lay down on the remaining throne like a cheetah, holding its head high and looking around majestically.

Damn it, I still haven’t seen the sender of the letter.

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

He had a hunch that he would probably spend the entire afternoon here in vain.