Monster Hunting High School

"This is right here, right!"

"Nonsense! Follow the paper crane. We will follow wherever the paper crane flies. How could we go wrong?"

"But this place is too remote! There are only a few of us in a radius of 500 meters. Is it really okay? Can you tell me why a cat is in such a remote place... It just makes people panic."

"You're so old, you're not even as good as a cat!"

"No matter how biased it is, it's still in the school. Where can I be biased?"

Several familiar voices came from outside the forest, which were the voices of several hunters from the Forgiveness Hunting Team. The black cat squatting on the tree stump couldn't help but tilted his head and looked in the direction of the sound - just as he turned his head, the big and small cats that had been surrounding him seemed to have been chased away by dogs, and started to scurry away. Suddenly, they scattered and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The black cat turned around, twitched its ears, and yelled out something in his heart:

"Maimaipi!"

Should I say they are sensitive or timid? The slightest disturbance can run faster than a rabbit! No, the rabbit will not run away when it hears someone talking, at least it will stand up and look around!

Not to mention the scolding of the black cat, the chaotic voices in the forest immediately disappeared after the words "Mai Maipi", and then it was quiet for a few seconds, and then the sound boomed again.

"It's true, it's here!"

"I heard Brother Qing's voice!"

"Doctor, can cats really talk? The one who spoke just now must be Captain Zheng!" The voice of the last sentence was full of curiosity, and along with this voice, the black cat vaguely heard several crisp bells.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes - the owner of the voice was very familiar to him. It was naturally the talented little alchemist from Alpha Academy, Lin Guo. But the owner of the bell is not an easy guy to get along with.

While talking, several figures walked around the big trees in the forest and appeared in front of the black cat.

Walking in the front were Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin. Fatty was holding a bucket of fried chicken and was drinking a can of beer, eating with gusto. Zhang Jixin, on the other hand, was wearing hunting clothes, boxing gloves, and a Dharma book hanging on his belt, looking like he was ready to hunt at any time.

Following the two men was a large black goat with coiled horns. A little boy sat on the goat's back, and a small bell hung around the goat's neck. As the sheep's hooves clicked as it walked, the bells on the sheep's necks flicked and made a crisp sound.

On the left side of the goat is Lan Que holding a sword, and on the right side is Xiao Xiao holding a notebook. Compared with the others, these two people seemed to be a little wandering, relying on the goat to guide them and walking forward slowly.

The black cat's gaze paused on the black goat, deliberately ignoring the goat's downward gaze, and finally set its gaze on the red-faced wizard.

"Ahem, why are you dressed like this?" Black Cat coughed and tried to greet everyone in a normal tone: "Is there a hunt today? Where is Dylan? Why didn't he come?"

As soon as Black Cat spoke, the originally calm scene suddenly exploded.

"Wow, yeah, it's true! Black cat! Talk!" Lin Guo screamed, grabbing the shoulder of the blue bird next to him and shaking it hard. He looked excited and wanted to put the black cat into the laboratory immediately. The expression: "Can I touch him? Just touch him!"

Lan Que pressed down the little wizard's arm, stopping Zheng Qing's unrealistic plan before he could get angry.

"Dylan is still asleep in the coffin. It's broad daylight. Why don't we let him have a good rest?" This was Zhang Jixin's answer to Zheng Qing's question.

"I was talking about his clothes just now," Fatty Xin grabbed a piece of fried chicken and habitually criticized the red-faced wizard. He added in a vague tone: "In the final analysis, he is just a slut... Ever since our hunting team was here After winning the championship in the freshmen competition, he wanted to wear that hunting suit for forty-eight hours a day as long as he didn't have classes!"

"A day at your house lasts forty-eight hours?" Zhang Jixin's face quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, he opened and clasped his hands, and his tone became unfriendly.

"This is a rhetorical technique, exaggeration... rhetoric, do you understand rhetoric?" The fat man shrank his neck and slid behind the tree stump where Zheng Qing was, holding his fried chicken bucket, and retorted carefully.

Zheng Qing raised his head and sniffed.

The air is filled with an alluring aroma of deep-fried food, which makes one's mouth open. Although he is just a cat now, he still has an appetite - he doesn't know what it would be like to eat fried chicken wrapped in catnip. The black cat looked at the fresh catnip not far away, and suddenly felt something in his heart. Such a thought.

"What are you calling us for?" Xiao Xiao, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to be finally awakened by the noisy sounds around him. He turned his head, found the black cat, and asked feebly: "If you have something to tell me quickly, I have to go back and take notes. Woolen cloth……"

"Take notes, take notes, be careful one day you are eaten by the notebook." The black cat muttered, raised his paw, nodded at the pile of mice in front of him, raised his head, and said with a proud face: "Today's prey! Help me Put it away... I feel like I have transformed a few more times, and I have done well in this year’s final exam!”

Everyone's attention finally focused on the pile of rats, Jingguan.

"Hey, there are still teeth marks on it!" The fat man casually threw the half-eaten fried chicken on the ground. He didn't even bother to wipe off the grease on his hands. He bent down and approached the pile of rats: "Didn't you mean to beat him?" Why don't you catch mice...Huh? How long has it been...'It smells so good'!"

The black cat didn't understand the fat man's joke, but he heard clearly the last word the fat man said, and couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at the fat man worriedly. He thought that Fatty Taotie's problem had extended to dead rats.

After a pause, and seeing that the fat man had no intention of eating the dead mice, the black cat felt relieved and explained: "I didn't bite these mice...it was my subordinates who did it. Didn't you see the teeth marks on those mice?" Are they all different?"

"Subordinates?" The fat man bent over, tilted his head with great effort, and looked at the black cat: "You have subordinates? Do you still have subordinates?"

The tone was full of doubts, which made the black cat have the urge to raise his paw and slap him.

Fortunately, there is another person in the hunting team who likes to squeeze the fat man.

"If you put your head under your butt, you can see Brother Qing's subordinates helping you clean up the garbage you threw away." Zhang Jixin taught him a lesson unceremoniously: "Every three-year-old child knows not to throw away garbage casually... …Not even as good as a cat, a disgrace to other races!”

Of course the fat man didn't dig his head under his crotch. For him, that kind of difficult action was something he would never be able to accomplish in his life. But he could change the way - the fat man held his knees, stood up with difficulty, turned his head and looked behind him.

On top of the half-eaten piece of fried chicken that had just been thrown away, a ragdoll cat about the size of a foot was lying.

"Meow." The kitten raised its head and meowed softly, then lowered its head again and seriously nibbled on the piece of fried chicken that was half eaten by the fat man.