Monster Hunting High School

A few weeks ago, Zheng Qing encountered a mouse wearing a red vest in the corner of the school office building.

At that time, he was harassing the doorkeeper in Lao Yao's office, and wanted to consult the professor about the reason for the abnormality in his transformation technique. Unexpectedly, the situation was disturbed by the sudden appearance of the mouse - Shen Tu Yulei originally chatted with him frequently, but since the appearance of the mouse, the door gods, including the big white cat at the door god's feet, It was as if they had become mute and could no longer speak.

After realizing that there was something unusual about the mouse in clothes, the young public-funded student immediately gave full play to the curiosity of a cat and followed the mouse, but eventually lost the trace of the mouse in front of a tree hole. .

Even though he waited at the entrance of the cave for a long time that day, and even though he went to the tree hole many times to look for it some time later, he never encountered the clothed mouse again.

Thinking about this in his spare time, the young public-funded student even suspected that he was just temporarily dazzled and saw it wrong in a trance. After all, a mouse wearing clothes is rare even in wizard universities. If it is really a spiritual beast in the school, or it is transformed by a wizard in the school, then whether it is a professor or a student, there will always be There is a hint of tone.

But neither Professor Yao nor his classmates, nor his colleagues in the patrol team of the school working committee, expressed any knowledge of the 'rats in clothes' mentioned by Zheng Qing.

Time flies, and nearly a month has passed. As schoolwork and study tasks have increased, Zheng Qing has almost forgotten about the mouse.

Until his cat subordinate, a certain forest cat buddy, reappeared in front of him with a small mouse in clothes.

"Is this the mouse in clothes you were talking about?" Xiao Xiao squatted in front of the forest cat, grabbed a writing brush, and carefully fiddled with the motionless little mouse on the ground with the tip of the pen, his voice full of curiosity: " I remember you said it was wearing a red vest... The one your subordinate brought back was wearing a green vest."

The soft pen tip poked the mouse, leaving fleeting scars. The blood stains that were originally bitten by the cat also became clearer and lighter under the caress of the pen tip, and gradually disappeared.

"The mice are not allowed to change clothes yet?" Fatty Xin stuck out his wide buttocks, occupying the space of two people, and his nose almost rubbed the mouse's beard. He sighed in an unusually regretful tone: "You said Why did I forget to bring my camera? What great news...what great material!”

The fat man's attention was entirely focused on the mouse. The beer in his hand and the bucket of fried chicken in his arms had been casually placed on the open space aside. Several cats, big and small, stretched out their paws from time to time, dug into the fried chicken bucket, and took out a piece or two of fragrant fried chicken to reward themselves.

There was even a blue cat that came close to the beer can, sucked the remaining beer in the can with a straw through its leaky mouth, and stood there swaying as it drank until its eyes turned red.

Of course, the majority of the hunters in the Forgiveness Hunting Team are not paying attention to these cats right now.

For them, the little mouse wearing clothes is obviously more attractive.

The reason why I say most of them is because Elder Zhang’s attention is slightly different.

Contrary to the others, he only glanced at the half-dead little mouse on the ground, but focused most of his attention on the injured Norwegian Forest Cat: "Tsk tsk... I can't tell, your subordinates are pretty good." What you can do!”

Different from what Zheng Qing saw for the first time, the forest cat that had just returned had many wounds all over his body. There was a small gap on the tip of the round ear, which seemed to have been bitten by a mouse, and a small piece was bit off. Under the orange almond eyes, there were several deep scars, which were slowly seeping through its thick fur. The bright red blood; not to mention its beautiful long hair, as if someone had set it on fire, revealing spots of withered marks, making it look particularly miserable.

Zheng Qing could not imagine what a cat had to go through to be injured like this while catching mice!

"So brave, so awesome, so dedicated." Zhang Jixin admired, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the forest cat's back, and praised repeatedly: "If my family hadn't objected, I would definitely have a big one like this." cat!"

Maybe he understood Zhang Jixin's compliment. The forest cat changed his bad temper and raised his chin proudly. His curvy beard almost reached the sky.

"I want to see it too, I want to see it too!!" Lin Guo climbed onto the back of the black goat at some point and jumped over the red-faced wizard's head, jumping up and shouting: "I've never seen anyone wearing clothes before. Where’s the mouse?”

"Why don't you just catch a mouse and put some clothes on it?" the black cat sighed, completely unable to understand the little wizard's strong curiosity - he had already forgotten the first time he saw a mouse in clothes. The curiosity he felt at that time - he glanced at the careless cats outside the circle who were still playing, then glanced at the forest cat with its head raised to the sky, and finally lowered his head and stretched out his paws , patted Xiao Xiao on the back.

"Doctor, is the mouse dead?" Black Cat coughed twice, interrupted Dr. Xiao's research, and asked.

"You're a cat! Can't you smell this?" The fat man yelled in a fuss next to him, his tone full of suspicion.

"You are the cat! Your whole family is a cat! Are you a wizard from beginning to end? Can you speak human language?" Hearing the fat man's words, the black cat suddenly became irritable, jumped up, and jumped to On the fat man's head, his claws were waving like the wind, using the fat man's head as a drum head, and the hammer made a chaotic sound.

Not to mention, the fat man's soft hair and fleshy forehead are quite comfortable to photograph - no wonder the fat tabby cat in the dormitory likes to take a nap on his head.

Xiao Xiao ignored the fight between the two live animals next to him, and finally poked the mouse's eyelids with the tip of his pen, sighed, thumped his waist, and stood up: "It's not dead...even if your forest cat dies, this The little thing is probably fine.”

"The bones of its body are much stronger than any mouse I have ever seen... no, I think it is stronger than those fish-men in Linzhong Lake!"

"And he's also very clever and can pretend to be dead."

Before he finished speaking, the little mouse 'buling', who had his eyes closed and no breath, suddenly opened his eyes, rolled like a carp, jumped up, and tried to slip away from the crowd with a whoosh.

Unexpectedly, a small snow-white paw appeared behind it at some point, firmly pressed its long tail, and pulled it firmly in place.

"Meow?" The little ragdoll cat pressed its paw against the mouse's tail, tilted its head, blinked its big eyes, and looked doubtfully at the black cat squatting on the fat man's head, as if asking if he wanted to bite the little cat to death. mouse.