Chapter 63: Cat Lying on a Branch with Its Hair Blown by the Wind

The winter sky is gray and white.

On the shore of Linzhong Lake, trees of different thicknesses and heights are scattered in the grove, enjoying the cold weather for several months this year. On the branches, those once green and pleasant leaves have long since disappeared with the north wind, leaving only bare branches and white or brown bark covered with scars.

At present, although there are no leaves on these trees, they are full of abundant fruits.

These 'fruits' are either white, yellow, or black, and each one is fluffy. The small ones are only the size of an apple, and the big ones are as big as a watermelon. They are hanging on dry branches and are swaying slightly with the cool breeze blowing over the lake. With.

Zheng Qing is also one of these ‘fruits’.

Yes, these ‘fruits’ are actually cats of different colors and sizes.

Ever since Jiuyou University issued a notice about catching mice to calculate the final assessment, the cats in the pet shop on the pedestrian street of Beta Town were sold out in the blink of an eye. Wizards who did not have pets naturally did not hesitate to buy an assessment insurance; even those wizards who had pets were eager to try it. Many people have recently asked the pet garden guards about whether they can keep multiple pets.

For Zheng Qing, this matter has both advantages and disadvantages.

The good thing is that there are more cats wandering around the academy, and his concealment after transformation has also been greatly improved - because there are too many strange cats, when the black cat walks around openly, it doesn't attract so much attention.

The bad thing is that Zheng Qing can no longer get rid of the definition of "cat catching mice" - given that the cat raised by a classmate has successfully caught many mice, the other hunters of the Exoneration Hunting Team have even begun to discuss privately whether to raise funds. Spending money to hire your own captain is a lot of hard work.

When Zheng Qing first heard Fatty Xin making this suggestion, he almost took out his Colt Python from the gray cloth bag and shot his fat face.

He just turned into a cat, not a real cat!

Besides, who would want to catch a dirty thing like a mouse!

They are all wizards, but it’s not like they don’t know magic!

Full of resentment, the young public-funded student turned into a cat, slipped out of the dormitory early in the morning, and rushed to the lakeside without looking back - he wanted to see the mouse hole under the oak tree again. If you haven't opened it, or if the little white cat has come back, you won't have time to listen to a greasy fat man nagging.

Saturday morning is a clean morning. Especially after winter, even the number of people doing morning exercises has become sparse. If he hadn't turned into a cat, Zheng Qing should be among the young wizards doing morning classes.

Of course, now that he is a cat, a little black cat about a foot tall, he naturally does not need to go to Feiyuan for morning exercise.

Stepping on the cold stone road, sniffing the soft sunshine, the black cat's ears pulled back slightly, and a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

A few days ago, when he asked Jiang Yu about her "plan", although the witch denied it, she did not clearly tell the wizard when the plan would be launched. For some reason, this made Zheng Qing feel a little more irritable in his heart.

My mind is restless, so I seek purification.

This is why when Lao Yao told him that there was no problem with the transformation technique, Zheng Qing quickly chose to become a cat again - he found that when he was a cat, he would not have so many worries, and he would not always have to Guess the girl's thoughts that you can never guess.

The black cat ran through the small square, through the forest path, and over the rockery rocks, and finally stopped in front of the grove beside Linzhong Lake.

Originally, he planned to go under the oak tree to see if the mouse hole was still there. But not far away, those 'hairball fruits' attracted the attention of black cats like magnets - I wonder if it was because the air at high places was fresher. There were thirty or forty cats of different fur colors and sizes, squatting, Either lying down or simply hanging between branches and twigs, motionless.

Occasionally, the breeze from the lake blows, stirring their big furry tails hanging in the air, swaying, just like the willow catkins in full bloom in early spring.

"Meow!" A civet cat lowered its head and saw the black cat squatting on the ground, and shouted in a friendly manner.

Zheng Qing jumped up from the spot as if his hair was exploding, looked at the civet cat with bared teeth, and almost roared: "I am a wizard! Not a cat! I won't squat in a ball in a tree like you. On the branch!"

The movement of the black cat attracted the attention of other cats in the tree.

Either curious, indifferent, or confused, all eyes fell on the black cats invariably - the only thing the same was that these cats didn't even move, as if they were stuck to the branches with strong glue.

This is very difficult for cats who are very curious. On weekdays, even if a paper crane flies in front of a cat, seventeen or eight cats will work together to catch it and play with it.

After hesitating for a long time, the black cat finally decided to climb up and have a look - just for a look! Look at what those cats are doing. I won’t be like them, lying down and taking a nap among the branches of the tree in the morning!

So, with a short run-up, the black cat jumped several times and easily jumped onto an empty branch.

Well, not to mention, the air on the branches is indeed quite fresh.

It's much better than the turbid smell by the lake, with a bit of fish-men's smell - especially for cats, their keen sense of smell always allows them to catch more bad smells.

Zheng Qing curled up and put his tail straight up in the air, rising and falling slowly in the breeze like other cats.

Well, maybe it’s because it’s closer to the sun at higher altitudes? For some reason, Zheng Qing felt warm all over his body. He couldn't help but think of the "two children debating the sun" that he learned a long time ago - the sun is cool in Cangcang at the beginning of the day, and it is like exploring the soup in the middle of the day. Isn't it hot for those who are close and cool for those who are far away?

Leisurely, leisurely, enjoying the early winter sun among the branches with other cats, Zheng Qing almost forgot what he had to do.

Until a familiar voice came from under the tree:

"Meow meow!"

"Meow~~"

The black cat finally opened his eyes, tilted his head and looked down.

A short witch in a red robe was holding a furry teddy bear in one hand and a small dried fish in the other. She looked up at the hairballs on the tree and occasionally meowed softly, hoping that a cat would In response, he jumped down and played with her.

The fried dried fish exudes an alluring aroma, which makes the cat's index finger lick.

There were several big cats that were obviously fatter than other cats. Faced with this temptation, they stood up hesitantly, as if they were still torn between taking a nap and eating delicious food.

Only the black cat decisively closed its eyes, ignored the little girl's temptation, and even collected its tail that was originally hanging in the air and wrapped it around its waist.

That girl Li Meng is not easy to get along with.

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