Monster Hunting High School

Anyone who hears of a cat chasing a mouse for a long distance will subconsciously conclude that the cat has ill intentions towards the mouse. This has nothing to do with morals and ethics, but is just instinctive and logical judgment.

Hearing Dingdang Er's question, Black Cat looked away in embarrassment and wandered away for a few seconds before coming up with another way to change the subject: "What you said is really interesting, hahaha... By the way, you are How did you find me? Is it some kind of mouse magic?"

Although he is not a professional mousecatcher, Zheng Qing is quite confident in his ability to conceal his whereabouts. Especially since he paid the price for it with an inferior talisman.

There is no reason that a little mouse can easily see through the magical effect of the talisman!

Dingdang Ears did not immediately pay attention to the young public-funded student. Instead, he inserted the slender branch that he had just taken out from his crotch into the soil at the entrance of the tree hole, letting the black cylinder rush toward the sky diagonally, and then raised his paw again. He reached into his crotch and started to feel it, looking very skillful.

While digging around, it said to the black cat in a contemptuous tone: "How did I find you? What a joke... Do I still need to use magic to find you?"

"Just those two red eyes of yours are blinding me even across a square. How can any cat run around stalking you with eyes so wide open like yours...as if you are afraid of others?" It’s like you can’t see it!”

The black cat lowered his eyelids silently.

Yes, he forgot that his eyes are a little abnormal now - maybe next time he transforms, he should try wearing sunglasses and transform together? The young public-funded student vaguely remembered that in Harry Potter, after Professor McGonagall transformed, there was a circle of markings around her eyes that looked like glasses. It stands to reason that that book once won the Grand Prize for Documentary Literature from the Wizards Union. Maybe this small detail was not modified by the censors and is still valid in this world.

Thinking of this, Black Cat finally cheered up and began to face Dingdang Ears' doubts again.

"I didn't follow!...This is all a misunderstanding!"

Faced with Dingdang Ears' doubts, Black Cat naturally refused to admit his behavior and repeatedly emphasized that it was all just a coincidence.

"Hateever..." Dingdang Ears shrugged, and finally took out a small black stone and a smooth piece of iron about the size of a fingernail from under his crotch.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Mr. Mouse grabbed the small black stone and smashed it on the small piece of iron, creating a stream of golden sparks. Only then did Zheng Qing suddenly realize that the stone the mouse took out was flint. And soon, he knew the use of this flint stone.

The golden Mars drew a beautiful arc under the inertia, and finally landed on the black cylinder as thick as a finger. In the blink of an eye, a wisp of green smoke rose from the black cylinder, followed by the sound of burning fuses.

"What the hell?! What did you light on?!" Black Cat subconsciously took a few steps back, staring warily at the cylinder where the smoke was getting thicker and thicker.

"I told you, it's a risk warning product!" Dingdang covered his ears and retracted into the tree hole with a swish.

"That's not the name you just said!" Listening to the mouse's explanation, the black cat suddenly felt that there were countless holes in his heart, and he wanted to spit it out but had nowhere to spit it out.

"call out……"

The orange-red fireworks, accompanied by a loud whistle, flashed past Black Cat's eyes and shot straight into the sky - no, the firecracker did not reach the sky, but was caught by the branches of the big banyan tree above Black Cat's head. Ya was blocked.

"Snapped……"

The explosion that should have been clear and loud became low and dull under the suppression of the branches, as if someone was holding a pot lid to cover the sound of the explosion.

Before Black Cat had time to laugh at Tink Ears and set off a firework of failure, an unexpected noise rippled above his head.

"Chirp!" "Chirp!" "Pee!" "Quack!" "Goo!"

A variety of bird calls boomed above Zheng Qing's head, as if they were holding a grand concert. But the black cat who heard this voice had no desire to appreciate it at this time, and only felt a numbness in his scalp.

If there is any animal in this school that Zheng Qing fears the most, then apart from the octopus in Shushan Hall, there are only these 'little birds' that live in the woods of the school - other animals, Whether it was the little pets in the petting zoo, the longevity turtles and buffaloes by the Linzhong Lake, or the old dog named May raised by Verne, the black cat thought that there was no pressure to deal with them.

It's nothing more than getting a little bigger, or becoming a little bigger.

But these little birds are different.

Different from the 'scientific method of distinguishing birds' that Zheng Qing learned more than ten years ago, when wizards study the birds of the magical world, they not only have to distinguish the differences between their natural races, but also need to patiently analyze their 'genealogy' - -For example, judging whether there are brothers-in-law between different birds, whether they are collateral relatives beyond five generations, whether there are any phenomena of godly relatives, sworn brothers, etc.

As far as the public-sponsored students knew, the group of parrots guarding the front lobby on the first floor of the Jiuyou Academy office building had a group of starlings as cousins, and they were also related to a group of wild birds that loved to dance and compete for food in the Silent Forest.

As the saying goes, 'brothers fight, father and son go into battle'. These birds in the academy like to swarm when they cause trouble. They overwhelm quality with quantity. Even if you can't defeat them, they will hover over you noisily all day long, or leave a few behind. Soak in warm, greasy 'bombs' - for this kind of creature with a short rectum, bird poop is the sharpest weapon besides claws and sharp beaks.

It's simply more troublesome than a hornet's nest.

Right now, Zheng Qing is encountering such trouble.

After Dingdang's ears noticed the power of the firecracker, he laughed twice shrilly, then shrank his head and completely disappeared into the hole under the big banyan tree. Before running away, it carefully pulled the bark on the left and right sides of the tree hole to cover up the newly opened tree hole.

The black cat cursed Ma Maipi in his heart, then ran back.

But no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't match the effort of those birds flapping their wings. This is another reason why black cats hate flocks of birds - they can't hit the birds, and they can't run away. Those little birds fly higher than the other. Even if they jump from the wall or the top of the tree, they may not be able to hit them. Moreover, they fly in the sky and have a wide field of vision. No matter how flexible the black cat on the ground is, it will be difficult for him to hit it. escape their surveillance.

Fortunately, it was getting late now, and Zheng Qing was covered in black fur, which served as a good cover for his retreat.

But even so, when he returned to the dormitory, his originally clean black hair was still stained with a few pieces of wet and steaming bird droppings.