Monster Hunting High School

When the white cat came to the cat fruit tree, the black cat was squinting, listening to the symphony in the night.

The evening wind blew through the treetops and through the neatly trimmed bushes under the trees, making a rustling sound that formed the background of the symphony.

In the distance, there are frogs croaking from the shore of Linzhong Lake. They have just crawled out of the mud holes after a long winter, and they are a little out of breath, but their voices are filled with a new-born excitement; nearby, there are the sounds of insects under grass nests and shrubs. Whispering, to be honest, the black cat couldn't tell the difference between the calls of weavers, golden bells, or grasshoppers and tree crickets. He only felt that in the chaos, there was a touch of comfortable harmony unexpectedly flowing.

There are also birds singing gracefully in the moonlight.

The gurgling lake water swayed quietly.

Occasionally drifting human voices.

Even the twinkling stars in the sky, the bright moonlight above, the moist and hazy fog - these silent scenery seemed to have opened their mouths and surrounded the black cat, making the tip of its comfortable tail curl up. .

Dozens of cats, large and small, were hanging on the branches, swaying in the wind, meowing one after another, not the quietness of the past. The black cat didn't feel dissatisfied. It probably knew that it was late winter and early spring, and it was the time of year when cats gradually become restless.

Several new little female cats stopped on a twig not far from the black cat. They curled up, opened their big innocent eyes, looked at the black cat in a flash, and meowed softly. .

The black cat was unmoved.

Only when the slender whiskers of Polygonum multiflorum at its feet are about to slip out of the 'throne', will it raise its eyelids and push it back a little with its paws.

This Polygonum multiflorum is the gift that the black cat will give to the little white cat tonight.

It wasn't bought, nor was it a tribute from the cats, but it was accidentally caught on the way to the cat fruit tree tonight. At that time, the fertilized Polygonum multiflorum was squatting in a shallow puddle and secretly washing its dense whiskers and feet. When the black cat's paw pressed on its head, it was stunned for a second, and then started to pretend to be dead.

So the black cat easily packed it up and took it to the cat fruit tree.

To be honest, although this kind of herb that turns into essence is not commonly seen in schools, it is not necessarily that rare. Especially for Polygonum multiflorum, which is slowly deforming, its appearance is quite vague before it is truly formed. You can even hardly tell the difference between its nose and eyes, so it is not loved by witches.

In contrast, the screeching mandrake, which looks like a dwarf, has become synonymous with handsomeness.

The reason why the black cat happily caught it on the cat fruit tree was because there was a four-leaf clover growing on the top of the Polygonum multiflorum. To wizards, the four-leaf clover is a sign of good luck.

It's really gratifying to encounter this kind of symbiotic spirit.

When the black cat pushed the Polygonum multiflorum trying to escape back to its feet for the seventh time, its squinted eyes suddenly widened, it stood up with its tail swung, and leaned down to look down.

The chorus of cats came to an abrupt end.

Even the night wind, moonlight, and the ubiquitous chirping of insects and birds all stopped.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Under the watchful eye of the black cat, a little white cat carrying a small schoolbag walked through the bushes and low grass, and came to the cat fruit tree calmly. He did not climb up the tree, but just looked up at the black cat.

The black cat picked up the fleece-flower root with one paw, quickly rolled off his throne, and leaned next to the little white cat. It was only then that the sounds of birds, insects, and meows began to ring again.

The Lantern Festival is approaching, and the moonlight tonight is good and bright, giving the whole night a clear and transparent feeling. The little white cat in this environment seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white gauze, and the tips of each hair shone with crystal luster, making the black cat have the urge to lick it.

The white cat stopped the restless black cat with his eyes, stretched out his paws, took the Polygonum multiflorum, looked at the four-leaf clover on top of its head, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and stuffed it into his small schoolbag.

Then under Black Cat's dull eyes, she took out two more books from the small bag on her back. A copy of "Monster Anatomy" by Nosuhiro Tanemura and a copy of "Hunting Team Command" by Erich.

She first pushed the "Monster Anatomy" in front of the black cat, opened the bookmark sandwiched in it, and pointed to one of the chapters titled "Girl Doll Francine" and the other "Elf" 'The pedigree', motioning to Black Cat to read it, and then put the book "Hunting Team Commanding" in front of him, opened it by himself, and lay down in the moonlight to read.

Black Cat blinked.

Does this seem different from the date he imagined?

He remembered the little white cat's class schedule very clearly, and hunting team command would be her first class tomorrow morning.

As for this "Monster Anatomy", Black Cat flipped through it and became a little more understanding. It should be a book about the abnormal evolution of elves that the little white cat found for himself.

However, although.

This is really a trouble that even a cat can’t get rid of.

Maybe after turning into a cat, his patience was a little low. After just flipping through a few pages, the black cat became a little restless, so he raised his tail and cautiously suggested: "Would you like to go to the tree to see it? The moonlight is brighter over there."

The white cat gave him an accusing look.

The meaning revealed in his eyes was very clear - it was windy in the tree, and there were cats meowing all around. In addition, the area of ​​his 'throne' was limited, so where could he need more space for the cat to read in peace?

"I can't watch it for too long," Black Cat took out a ruby ​​ring from under his neck and signaled, "Hey, this is the secret society I told you about... there will be a meeting soon."

The white cat didn't even raise his head, shaking his ears to signal him to relieve himself, but she was still concentrating on the textbook in front of her.

"Has Li Meng gone to bed already?" After only a few minutes, the black cat couldn't help it again, and started to find something to say: "... You can actually invite her to study together in the evening... It's so quiet here."

This time, the white cat even ignored him.

Then, the black cat felt his tail was a little itchy. He turned around and saw that the new little female cats that were hanging near him before bravely chased him from the tree to the bottom of the tree. At this time, they were carefully playing with his tail. , looking like he wanted to strike up a conversation but was embarrassed?

The black cat really didn't understand that a cat that had started playing with other people's tails would feel embarrassed.

Before he could figure out how to deal with it.

A white light flashed from the corner of his eye.

The next second, the little white cat who had been concentrating on reading appeared behind the black cat, staring majestically at the new little female cats without saying a word.

The concert of cats in the cat fruit tree came to an abrupt end again.

This time, even the black cat was so scared that he held his breath.

The little female cats, on the other hand, were not much frightened. They just seemed to realize that the shiny black cat in front of them already had an owner. They whispered to each other in disappointment and left in depression.