Hunting College

Facts have proved that the whole day of vacation that Su Shijun invited for Zheng Qing is not redundant.

When the young public-funded students completed various reports and tests and left the 2D Evolution Laboratory, the sky was already smeared with a bright moonlight.

Poseidon was like a puppy, burrowing between the boys' footsteps.

After walking a long way, Zheng Qing could still feel the needle-like gaze behind him - Su Ya kept her mouth flat, watching the figure of one person and one fox leaving. Since she betrayed the little fox in the "door opening incident", Poseidon ignored her for almost the whole day.

Su Ya didn't dare to lose her temper to Su Shijun, so she sulked and blamed Zheng Qing for all. When Zheng Qing filled out the report in the afternoon, she either handed Zheng Qing a cup of cold tea or stuffed him with a worm-grown fruit.

There is no reason for this kind of thing.

"Next time an adult speaks, don't overhear the children!" The wizard looked at the little fox burrowing around his feet, and said seriously, "Otherwise the ears will become pig ears!"

"Squeak!"

"It's true! You didn't have pig ears today because I took the curse on your behalf... You'll see it when I become a cat." Zheng Qing said nonsense seriously-he didn't know how to educate children. Child, but he can repeat what the adult said to the child in the impression.

"Squeak..."

Amid Poseidon’s suspicious cry, one person and one fox passed by the school building. It was getting late and the afternoon class had been over for a long time. Except for the study room, there were almost no extra figures in the teaching building.

Zheng Qing asked the little fox to play in the flower pond outside the teaching building. He himself got into an empty spell practice room, and took out a shape-shifting potion without adding any auxiliary materials, and poured it directly into his mouth.

The lack of a neutralizer makes this potion full of irritation, but it will make the potion's effects work the fastest.

Soon, the boy fell into a groggy state.

When he woke up, his vision had changed to a cat, and he looked up at the wall clock hanging on the wall, and the time had only passed by less than a quarter of an hour. As he became more proficient in transformation, the time required for transformation became shorter and shorter.

"It just doesn't taste good."

The black cat slapped his mouth, feeling the bitterness remaining on the tip of his tongue, and jumped to the window on the side of the practice room.

Before leaving the window, he glanced sideways at the large mirror in the classroom and saw the reflection of the black cat. The black cat shook his beard, sat down with his tail crossed, then raised his front paws and twitched his ears.

What an adult says to a child, he must do what he says, he said to himself in the bottom of his heart.

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When Poseidon saw the black cat again, he didn't recognize it for a while-the black cat with its original majestic appearance, now dragging a pair of slap-sized pig ears, flickering and flickering, looking from a distance, it looks like a little black Pig-after recognizing it, the little fox smiled and went straight from the pebbled flower bed into the shallow pool in the center.

The black cat was stern, staring at the little fox and splashing in the pool, not knowing for a moment whether his "fulfilling his promise" was a good thing or a bad thing.

But this is only a small matter after all.

The wet little fox was taken out from the pond, and a few drying charms were hung on his body, and the black cat took it to the cat fruit tree. As he walked, he continued to warn it painfully not to listen to adults.

The little fox squeaked perfunctorily, his eyes chasing the two-tailed squirrel that jumped under the plane tree, with an expression of eagerness.

"Don't bully squirrels...or other small animals!" The black cat sternly warned the little fox, and at the same time thought of his cat group.

I haven't managed my animal society for a long time, and I don't know if those guys are ready to tribute or bully other small animals in the school.

From the tree canopy in the distance, there was the sound of nighthawks.

The first and third sounds are heavier, and the second is lighter.

The black cat slapped his big ears—he unexpectedly discovered that big ears are good for hearing, and now he can hear farther and clearer sounds—this gave him a lot of inspiration. The black cat looked down at his belly. He thinks there are many more parts that he can pull big.

Nighthawk cried a few more times.

The black cat heard it this time, it was the call of "Three Nighthawks". The name of this kind of bird is "Three Tones Nighthawk", because they always call three tones as the boundary when they call, like an operator who beats Morse code.

Old-school wizards believe that the Three Nighthawks are the receivers of the dead, always waiting for the souls of the dying. The hoarse cry is the gasping of the dead before his death.

This is not a good sign.

Zheng Qing would rather see crows flying around on his head.

Quack, quack, quack.

As if to set off his idea, a white crow fluttered its wings and jumped from one tree into the canopy of another tree, with its mocking voice remaining in the air.

The black cat stopped.

Wizards know magic, so they believe in the power of mysticism more than any group. Ancient legends always have one or another basis. Most wizards may not completely believe them, but no wizard will ignore those mysterious warnings.

The reason why I became a cat today is due to Professor Li’s arrangement. Zheng Qing needs to deform at least once a month to prevent headaches. On the other hand, all kinds of annoying things are coming-black goats, foreign gods, and nothing. Face-offs, college conflicts, final exams, school probation, etc.—all of which annoy young public-funded students.

He needs a secret corner to change his mood.

Cat fruit tree is the best choice.

but now.

Three nighthawks and white crows, like two unknown signs, weighed heavily on the black cat's head. He couldn't even support his ears. Zheng Qing hesitated whether his choice was correct.

The little fox did not notice that the black cat stopped. He ran forward for more than ten meters before realizing that the black cat was gone.

"Squeak?!"

It tilted its head and barked twice at the black cat not far behind.

The black cat sighed heavily.

I don’t have to worry about more debts, and if there are more lice, I’m at school after all, and the situation cannot get worse. For him, the cat fruit tree is still the only clean choice~www.readwn.com~ When you are under the cat fruit tree for a while, be smarter," the black cat told the little fox: "I let you run, you just run. ...Be sure to run away. Well, go directly to Qingqiu Mansion... Do you know how to go? "

The little fox shook his tail impatiently, and rustled a small bush behind him.

Since coming to this institution, the owner of Qingqiu Mansion has been taking care of it, and it still doesn't know what fear is.

Far away, the tall figure of the cat fruit tree appeared in the sight of the black cat and the little fox.

The yellow and white hair dumplings are adorned with different branches, and the whole tree is bent over. The black cat was about to scream, and suddenly saw a small white shadow lying on his throne.

He immediately suffocated his yelling.

Why is she here?

The black cat nahan, raised its paw and rubbed its ears. The fluttering "pig ears" quickly recovered under his kneading, becoming upright and stylish.