Hunting High School

Anyone who hears that a cat has chased a mouse for a long distance will subconsciously judge that the cat has bad intentions for the mouse. This has nothing to do with morality, but just instinct and logical judgment.

Hearing Ding Dang's questioning, the black cat looked away in embarrassment, wandered away for a few seconds, and then came up with another way to change the subject: "What you said is really interesting, hahaha, how did you find out? Mine? Some kind of mouse magic?"

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Although he was not a professional mousecatcher, Zheng Qing is quite confident in his ability to hide his whereabouts. In particular, he paid the price of a poor-quality talisman for this.

It doesn't make sense that a little mouse can easily see through the magic effect of the talisman!

Ding Dong's ears didn't respond to the young public fee student immediately, but inserted the slender branch that had just been pulled out from under the crotch into the soil at the hole of the tree, letting the black cylinder obliquely rush towards the sky, and then stretched its claws Stretched into the crotch, rustling and began to feel, looking very skilled.

While groping, it said to the black cat in a disdainful tone: "How did you find out? Did you still need to use magic when you found out?"

"Just your two red eyeballs, they blinded me across a square. How can there be a cat like you, with such big eyeballs, it runs around playing and stalking, as if afraid that others will not see it Like!"

The black cat silently lowered its eyelids.

Yes, he forgot that own eyes are a bit abnormal now-maybe next time you transform, you should try to transform with sunglasses? The young public fee student vaguely remembered that in Harry Potter, after Professor McGonagall transformed, there were speckles around the eyes that looked like glasses. It stands to reason that the book once won the Wizards Union Documentary Award, maybe this small detail has not been modified by the censors, and it is still valid in this world.

Thinking of this, the black cat finally cheered up and began to face Ding Dong's doubts again.

"I didn't follow! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Faced with the questioning of Ding Dang's ears, the black cat naturally refused to admit the own behavior, repeatedly emphasizing that all this is just a coincidence.

"Hatever" jingled his ears and shrugged his shoulders, and finally found a small black stone and a piece of smooth iron the size of a fingernail from his crotch.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

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

Under the inertia, the golden sparks drew a graceful arc, and finally landed on the black cylinder with the thickness of a finger. In the blink of an eye, a wisp of blue smoke rose from the black cylinder, followed by the sound of the hissing fuse burning.

"What the hell?! What are you aiming for?!" The black cat subconsciously stepped back a few steps, staring vigilantly at the cylinder where the smoke was getting thicker and thicker.

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

"That's not the name you just said!" Hearing the mouse's explanation, the black cat suddenly felt countless holes in its heart, and wanted to spit it out, but there was nowhere to spit it out.

"call out"

Accompanied by a loud whistle, the orange-red fireworks flashed past the black cat's eyes and soared into the sky—no, the firecracker did not soar into the sky, but was caught by the big banyan tree above the black cat's head. Branches and branches are blocked.

"Snapped"

The sound of the explosion, which should have been crisp and loud, became hoarse and dull under the suppression of the branches, as if someone held a pot cover to cover the sound of the explosion.

The black cat still had time to laugh at Ding Dong and set off a failed firework in his ear, and an unexpected noisy sound rippled above his head.

"Chirp, chirp!"

All kinds of bird calls exploded above Zheng Qing's head, as if they were having a grand concert. But the black cat who heard the sound had no desire to appreciate it at this moment, and only felt a tingling sensation in its scalp.

If there is any animal in this school that Zheng Qing is most afraid of, then apart from the octopus in the Shushan Pavilion, there are only these 'little birds' that inhabit the school woods--the others Whether it is the small pets in the pet park, the longevity turtles and buffaloes by the Linzhong Lake, or the old dog named May raised by the old man Verne, the black cat thinks that there is nothing wrong with it. pressure.

It's nothing more than getting bigger, or getting 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 birds in the magical world, they not only need to distinguish the differences between their natural races, but also need to patiently analyze their ' Pedigree'--such as judging whether there are brothers-in-law among different birds, whether they are collateral relatives beyond five generations, whether there are dry relatives, sworn brothers, and so on.

As far as the public finance students know, the group of parrots guarding the door in the front lobby on the first floor of the office building of Jiuyou University has a group of mynahs as cousins, and they have married a group of wild birds that love to dance and grab food in the Silent Forest.

As the saying goes, "Brothers in battle, father and son in battle"; these birds in the college like to swarm up when they cause trouble, overwhelming the quality with quantity. A few bubbles of warm, creamy"';--for this kind of creature with a short rectum, bird droppings are the sharpest weapon other than claws and beaks.

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

Right now, Zheng Qing is in such trouble.

After Ding Dang's ears sensed the power of the firecracker, he laughed shrilly twice, then shrank his head, and completely disappeared into the tree hole under the big banyan tree. Before running, it carefully pulled the bark on the left and right sides of the tree hole to cover up the tree hole that had just been opened.

The black cat scolded Ma Maipi in his heart, and Sa Yazi ran back.

It's just that no matter how fast he runs, it can't compare to those birds flapping their wings. This is another reason why the black cat hates flocks of birds-it can't hit them but can't run away. Those little birds are flying higher than one another, even if they jump up from the wall or the top of the tree, they may not be able to catch them; moreover, they fly in the sky with a wide field of vision, no matter how nimble the black cat on the ground is, it is difficult to catch them. escape their surveillance.

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

But even so, when he returned to the dormitory, the originally clean black fur was still stained with a few pieces of wet, steaming bird droppings. (to be continued)