Monster Hunting High School

"Zhizhi, I told you, there are rats here!"

A little mouse in a yellow vest dragged another, slightly smaller mouse in a yellow vest, and happily got out of the tree hole, pointing at the black cat and the white cat lying on the bench and squeaking.

The black cat flicked its tail in surprise.

He recognized these clothed rats, as he had two rat employees in green vests in his store. However, according to Zheng Qing's understanding, these rats wearing yellow vests belong to the rat tribe and are not allowed to go out on weekdays.

But for some reason, two appeared in front of him.

The little white cat seemed to hear the chirping sound next to it and shook its ears without moving.

The black cat glanced at her cautiously, then turned his head and focused his eyes on the two uninvited guests again.

"Squeak! Really, really!" The smaller mouse in a yellow vest held a fairy tale book with rough binding and poor picture quality. He flipped through it quickly and occasionally looked up at the two cats lying on the bench. , with a tone full of surprise:

"This is the cat! It's exactly like the one in the book!"

The black cat took a quick look and caught sight of the illustrated cat in the fairy tale book. He saw that the cat in the illustration had a square head, big ears, a round body, and a tail as thin as a thread. It didn't look like a real cat at all. On the contrary, it looked more like a cat. Like a mutated Himalayan snowman.

This discovery made the black cat unhappy.

I have seen timid mice and stupid mice, but I have never seen such a blind mouse. Could it be that after living underground for a long time, their eyes have deteriorated to this point? How does the cat in the illustration resemble you or the little white cat? How did these two blind little mice connect themselves with the thing in the picture? !

But even though he was annoyed, Black Cat had no intention of actually teaching these two little guys a lesson.

He remembered that Dingdang Ear had said that only mice under one year old in the Rat Clan would wear yellow vests. They were not allowed to go out of the underground world, and their daily work consisted of taking care of bugs and going to school on time.

Just like the two in front of me, they are not only blind, but also unable to speak clearly. Every word they say is always mixed with a few squeaks of mice, just like those uncivilized fish-men in Linzhong Lake.

With such a little thing, I have lost my identity.

Of course, the more important reason is that it is daytime, young wizards are coming and going on the tree-lined road, and there are many people. If someone sees a cat bullying a mouse in clothes, he will report it to the school working committee, and he will inevitably get a meal. fall. Last week, Black Cat's ragdoll cat was dragged to Professor Sima's office and spent a whole day squatting for playing with two fat rabbits.

Later, when the ragdoll cat saw the ball, it hid.

Thinking of this, the black cat sniffed and decided to pretend not to see the two little mice pointing under the bench and continue to enjoy the comfort of the warm sunshine in late spring.

But the two little mice in yellow vests didn't intend to give up.

"Zhizhi! Do we want to say hello to it?" The slightly larger yellow vest couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart.

"Squeak!" Little Yellow Waistcoat flipped through the fairy tale book in his hand in a panic and screamed: "The book says that cats are ferocious creatures that make a living by eating mice... Aren't we mice?!"

"Zhizhi, we are not rats, we are rats." After the slightly larger yellow vest corrected his companion's slip of the tongue, he stood in front of the bench with a brave face and added: "...there are other things in the book He said that if you drink water too quickly, you will choke to death. Shouldn’t we drink water? ... Hello, white cat!”

The little white cat raised its paws and covered its ears to block out the noise in its ears.

The big mouse in the yellow vest stopped for a moment, and finally realized that the little white cat was not going to pay attention to them. He flicked his tail uneasily and turned to look at his companion: "Zhizhi... the white cat is ignoring us... try the black cat." ?”

The black cat grinned with a constipated expression.

"Squeak! You can't say hello like that, you'll get eaten!" The little man in the yellow vest grabbed his companion's tail with a look of horror on his face, and screamed in a high-pitched voice: "Look, it's baring its teeth!"

When the black cat heard this, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

What happened to the bared teeth? Isn't it true that a cat is not allowed to yawn in front of a large audience and everything is clear? Besides, I am a wizard. Only ghosts want to eat raw meat like yours.

Don't eat it even if it's cooked.

"Zhizhi! What should we do?" The big mouse seemed a little nervous.

"Squeak, the book says not to look into the eyes of the tabby cat!" The book in the little mouse's hand was flipped loudly: "You have to bow, ninety degrees, with your eyes looking at the ground... and you have to read the cat's title in full... …or real name!”

"How do we know its real name?!" The big man in the yellow vest was a little crazy.

"No, we don't know." The little man put the fairy tale book in his hand into his companion's arms and twirled the beard at the corner of his mouth: "But we can read its title... There are standard examples in the book."

The big man in yellow vest took the book, looked at the sample essay pointed by his companion, and nodded repeatedly.

"Very good."

The little mouse tugged at the yellow vest that was stained with blood and was skewed, then wrapped his tail around his waist, tightened it tightly, straightened up, took small steps, walked up to the black cat, and bowed deeply. Then he stood up straight, squeaked, and greeted loudly:

"The son of Jin Biao and the White Tiger, the King of the Night, the master of humans and vicious dogs, the ruler of the sofa, the arrogant Lucifer, the great tabby cat! Please accept the respect of the messenger of the rat tribe! Your humble servant has brought Greetings from the Rat Immortal!"

Zheng Qing shook his beard, hoping that no sneeze hit the black mouse.

Encountering a mentally ill rat is also a problem.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little white cat's shoulders shaking violently, as if he was about to laugh out loud.

"Wrong, wrong!" Another mouse whispered from behind: "There is no tabby cat up there, there is a black cat and a white cat!"

Seeing that the little mouse was about to recite the shameful title for the second time, the black cat finally couldn't hold it back anymore and swelled up a lot.

"What are you going to do?" he asked with a tigerish face.

"Squeak...wow!" The little mouse's eyes widened. He was frightened to death by the black cat's sudden growth. He couldn't breathe and fainted.

The other mouse still had some courage, and did not abandon his companion. He held his head, grabbed the little mouse by the tail, and fled towards the tree hole, crying while running away:

"Don't dare, we don't dare anymore... Wow..."

In the blink of an eye, two noisy little things got into the dark tree hole, and then the tree hole opened and shrank and disappeared in an instant.

The black cat stared blankly in the direction where the two little mice disappeared, and ten thousand alpacas ran through him in his heart.

What a hell.

The little white cat was rolling around laughing, then fell from the bench to the ground with a splat.