Hunting High School

The yellow raccoon didn't intend to show up at first.

Instead of struggling to deal with all kinds of messy things outside, it prefers to shuttle between different space gaps, hide in corners that others can't see, and quietly observe an unconscious guy.

But the reality is that if he doesn't make a move, someone is going to be taken. For a cat who knows a little bit of facts, that's a bad situation that couldn't be worse.

Just like a photographer, guarding an ugly duckling mixed with ducks, watching it grow up day by day, never tired of it. Watching the winter pass, the duckling grows up and is about to fly high, but unexpectedly a vulture descends from the sky, and grabs the ugly duckling that has not yet grown up.

Is there anything worse than this?

In fact, no matter from which angle you look at it, this year's winter hunting activities have a huge deviation from the "first university extracurricular activities" expected by Huang Huali.

Of course, the name of the yellow raccoon is not called the yellow raccoon.

In order to avoid its traces being caught by the detection magic, this code name is used here for the time being.

According to past practice and clichés, the so-called winter hunting means that the school draws out hunting areas with different levels of danger on the edge of the Silent Forest, and then puts students with different abilities into them to clean up the 'pests' in the hunting areas. Sometimes the number of pests outside the school is not enough, and the school will entrust other institutions to provide some fresh prey.

Generally speaking, this should be a large-scale exercise with a plan, a plan, and a directional ending. It is a very guaranteed and very safe final assessment behavior.

Of course, because of the early return of the silent tide this year, the number and types of 'pests' running out of the silent forest are a bit beyond the standard. But all this is still under the control of the school.

It's just that with the emergence of an unplanned 'sandbox Minor World' in the D-A hunting area, and with the slow collapse of this Minor World, with Fei Rui, with the four uninvited guests, with Su Shijun and the unknown big hand, Taking turns to play, the yellow raccoon finally had no way to continue to observe jpg secretly.

If you don't show your claws, the little brother will be grabbed by that big hand!

Fortunately, at the last moment, it finally contacted Mr. who was far away in an unpredictable place.

"Hey... the old man can't come, so let you top the tank?"

The voice in the black hole was not in a hurry, as if he was not surprised at the appearance of the yellow raccoon. It's just that different from the calm voice, the big hand that was originally opened squeezed a hand formula in an instant, and at the same time retracted, adopting an extremely cautious posture.

"Noisy!"

The yellow raccoon who was forced to show up had a bad temper, raised his paw, and slapped the big hand with a slap.

When the small hairy claw first swung, it was only the size of a bottle cap; then it grew rapidly, becoming the size of the mouth of a cup, the size of a bowl, and the size of a pot lid; No, just block that hole.

The big hand shrunk at the entrance of the black hole was also unambiguous, and with six fingers flying, he pinched out a series of dazzling hand formulas in an instant: "Jie...he...nan...shan! Wei...shi...yan...yan!!"

"boom!!!"

The huge cat's paw slammed heavily on the phantom of a rocky mountain, emitting a deafening roar, which compared the buzzing of Zheng Qing's ears to the hoarse buzzing sound that came from the black hole before. , as if it is as sweet as clear spring water.

"Do you have meat pads on your paws?" The hoarse voice in the black hole continued to tease the yellow raccoon, and his tone became more and more harsh: "... I always heard people say that cats have nine lives... I don't know You have lived for so long, and now you still have a few lives left."

"I figured that I still have seven or eight lives." The yellow raccoon shot back unceremoniously: "It's you, although I don't know how many you have left...but there will definitely be one less today. That's it I'm very sure."

"I doubt if you can count addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within ten with your little furry paws." Accompanied by this mocking voice, the big hand under the phantom of Yanshan also made a provocative middle finger, and Ticked the yellow raccoon.

No matter how you look at it, there will be a cat-hand fight

The yellow raccoon was still arching its back, with its tail upright, staring viciously at the big hand under the phantom shadow of the rocky mountain, as if it would pounce on it at any time and tear it to pieces.

But for some reason, it suddenly retracted its posture, and regained the usual lazy appearance of a cat.

And Zheng Qing soon knew the reason for the change of attitude of the yellow raccoon.

"Forgive me! Don't do to others what you don't want done to you." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ear, which startled him.

Looking back, it was a short and fat figure in a long robe and black-framed round glasses. It was Mr. Wu, the owner of Sanyou Bookstore, who taught Zheng Qingfu knowledge.

Zheng Qing's eyes were astringent, and he sniffed, but a big smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Hello, sir!" He turned around immediately, straightened his robe, and saluted respectfully to that figure.

Mr. Wu didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to grab Zheng Qing's collar, straightened it out, and taught him a lesson: "Scholars can't be resolute, the responsibilities are heavy and the road is long. Ren takes it as his own responsibility, isn't it too important? After death, it's not too much." Is it far?"

Zheng Qing seemed to understand and nodded.

Not far away, Su Shijun looked at Mr. Wu's chubby figure in shock, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Mr. Wu glanced at her, nodded, and praised: "It's perfect, and it's perfect."

After saying that, he looked around, looked at the scattered pines and cypresses on the ground, looked at the snow mixed with mud spots and blood, looked at the tense young wizards of the teaching assistant team and the forgiveness hunting team in the distance, deeply He sighed deeply: "Sui Han, after knowing the pines and cypresses wither."

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"Hiss...hehe...the old man is dropping his book bag again." The hoarse voice in the black hole smiled strangely, interrupting Mr.'s words unceremoniously: "What's the reason for being old and not dead?"

The gentleman replied with a smile: "Forgetting to eat when working hard, forgetting to worry about being happy, I don't know that old age is coming to Yuner."

Just between the question and answer, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong. He looked around, looked at Su Shijun who still had a shocked expression on his face, looked at the yellow raccoon lying lazily and motionless on the tree stump, looked at the teaching assistant and several companions of the forgiveness hunting team who supported each other behind him.

Especially when Sheen Fatty was pouring medicine into her mouth from a minute ago.

According to the size of the small medicine bottle, even if it was full of medicine, it should have been drunk long ago. But Fatty kept holding the phial. And the small medicine bottle has been dripping medicine.

The young public fee student finally realized something belatedly.