Monster Hunting High School

The 'special black cat' that Zheng Qing mentioned is the shadow cat that has been recruited into the 'relevant departments'. As a sharp-edged presence that once stood out in the 2008 freshman competition, if some thoughtful people in the school pay attention, it is not difficult to detect it. Its existence and its subtle connection with Zheng Qing.

In particular, the word 'Zheng Qing' has been particularly popular in school recently.

So he should be more cautious.

"Who do you plan to let use the polyjuice potion?" Xiao Xiao quickly understood Zheng Qing's intention and turned to think about the feasibility of this method.

Zheng Qing's eyes lingered on him and Fatty Xin for a moment, and he asked tentatively: "Is there anyone who has volunteered?"

Unexpectedly, the first person to raise his hand—or rather, his paw—was the fat cat Tuantuan, who was sitting upright at the desk, showing great interest in the forgiveness training.

Zheng Qing still clearly remembers the chaos caused by Fat Mao when he replaced Fatty Xin in a magic philosophy class last year. Even if Jiang Yu is not here tonight, he does not want to leave a stupid look to others, especially those from the fringe hunting team. What a weird impression.

So he raised his gaze slightly and pretended not to see the claw.

Following the cat, Fatty Xin hurriedly raised his hand.

He was just startled by the young public-sponsored student's suggestion and was slightly distracted, but unexpectedly he was overtaken by a cat, especially that cat had a history of 'pretending to be someone else'.

As for the reason for the distraction, it was because the moment he heard Zheng Qing's suggestion, the fat wizard immediately had a series of various thoughts in his mind, including but not limited to using Zheng Qing's identity to inquire about information and secretly interviewing people from Qingqiu Mansion. The fox maid can even pretend to be Zheng Qing and go to the school newspaper editorial office to be interviewed, telling some things that everyone likes to hear, and providing rich news materials to fellow reporter Xin Banner Schmidt-Bayer.

It must be emphasized that the ‘impersonation’ here is an impersonation authorized by the party concerned and completely legal.

Because there were so many possibilities in his mind at that moment, the fat wizard was distracted for a moment, and was almost robbed of this opportunity by a cat.

Zheng Qing looked back slightly disappointed.

In fact, the best candidate in his heart is Xiao Xiao, but the doctor doesn't seem to be very interested in this proposal, so it seems that the only one who raised his hand is the fat wizard - well, there is also the cat.

"Since Tuantuan and Xin are the only ones to come forward..." Zheng Qing cleared his throat and was about to announce his final decision, but Xiao Xiao raised his hand to interrupt him.

The young public-funded student's voice stopped abruptly. He thought the doctor had changed his mind.

It's a pity that Xiao Xiao doesn't plan to take over this thankless job: "I don't plan to participate... I just want to remind you that there are other people in the dormitory who have raised their hands."

Zheng Qing looked in the direction of his finger.

But at some point, an arm lifted up from Dylan's coffin, hanging feebly in the air.

"When did you wake up?" Fatty Xin pretended that he had just seen the arm, glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, and said with a surprised look on his face: "...If you don't sleep at noon, why are you raising your hand!"

"When you mention 'blood', 'meat', 'eating' and 'drinking'." Mr. Vampire Werewolf's yawning reply came from the coffin, which sounded a little irritable.

"Don't you have classes tonight?" The fat wizard refused to give up and tried to persuade the most competitive opponent.

"It's Saturday, vampires also have a weekend, okay." Dylan's head finally popped out of the coffin, and his face looked extremely pale against the dark coffin board. He yawned again, and then added : "I'm better at pretending. Anyway, I've lived to be seventeen or eight hundred years old..."

"Didn't you say one thousand three hundred years old before?" The fat wizard sneered, interrupting someone's bragging.

"Oh, is it so?"

There is no trace of embarrassment on Mr. Vampire Werewolf's face - to some extent, his face is indeed very consistent with his boasted age: "After all, he is old, so it is not difficult to understand that his memory is slightly poor... By the way, in terms of months I will definitely try my best to protect the honor of the noble nobles and the demeanor of 'Master Qingqiu'!"

When he said the last words, the sleepiness disappeared from Dylan's face and his eyes sparkled.

Zheng Qing immediately decided:

"Then it's you!"

The fat cat and the fat wizard sighed together.

…

Facts have proved that Zheng Qing made a very wise choice by letting Dylan drink polyjuice potion to participate in the training camp on his behalf. This caution soon paid off in an unexpected way.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Black Cat left the dormitory, randomly selected a building in the school, and walked down the stairs with the ruby ​​ring on his wrist.

This was his first formal meeting of the Seven Deadly Sins, so he was inevitably a little nervous.

Following the instructions of his predecessor in the memory, he walked down seven steps along the stairs, then walked up three steps backwards, then walked down five steps, and then went up one step backwards.

Under the stairs, white mist rolled out silently, flooding the entire staircase in an instant. The black cat passed through the white mist, and not long after, he saw a bronze secret door with a simple shape.

"Good evening."

The black cat cautiously greeted the green ghost face on the bronze door.

"This is our first meeting...please give me some advice." The green ghost face twisted into a terrifying smile, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "I can see that you are indeed a suitable person to blame."

"How do you say it?" Black Cat pricked up his ears curiously.

"Hehe... Because you, like your seniors, like to be the last one to arrive in the conference room." The green grimace curled his lips and rolled his eyes up and down: "... You just go in naked like this?"

Sure enough, this guy is really annoying.

The black cat silently took out his own mask, claw gloves, and robe from the ruby ​​ring. He stood up, put on the robe first, then the mask and claw gloves, and walked two steps.

Then it confirmed one thing, which is that cats are indeed not designed to walk upright.

The heavy robe didn't make it any lighter just because it was a cat. The black cat was almost balled up under the weight. It had to get down on all fours and walk like a real cat.

"If I were you, I'd be on crutches."

The ghostly face on the bronze door chattered, as if there were endless gossips: "Cat Fairy, hey, it's fun to imagine. This is the first time I let a cat enter my stomach... Please, please bring a few mice with me next time. Are you coming? I heard those little things are very delicious... Also, don’t drop your hair in the conference room..."

The black cat's eyes moved slightly - on crutches? Seems like a good idea, I might try it next time.

Then it stood up, raised its paw, and knocked on the small bronze door in front of it with the ruby ​​ring on its wrist. The grimace on the door stretched out his tongue and licked it on the gem ring. Black Cat resisted the urge to take out a towel on the spot.

The small door opened silently.

Before entering the door, Black Cat heard chatter coming from inside.

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