Monster Hunting High School

A dark shadow flashed past the window.

Zheng Qing raised his head and found that the orange cat turned back from the window again at some point.

It silently walked around the books scattered on the desk, jumped up, and landed on Fatty Xin's soft bed.

The fat man was sitting at the desk, carefully cleaning the quill that could automatically record.

"If everything goes well, you can see the report of this exclusive interview in the next issue of the school newspaper." He stuffed the cleaned quill into the box and stretched contentedly.

"If everything goes well..." Zheng Qing yawned widely, feeling disappointed: "Things never go well."

"Oh, Merlin...why are you eating paper!" The fat man suddenly screamed from the side: "Poor guy, we haven't abused you before."

Tuantuan was lying on the pillow, his tail tightly wrapped around his body and motionless, with a red paper crane between his paws.

The paper crane flapped its wings vigorously, trying to escape from this terrifying monster.

As if hearing the fat man's scream, the orange cat tilted its head and narrowed its eyes, but did not give up the little thing between its paws.

On the contrary, before the two freshmen could react, he stuck out his tongue again and took a few more licks.

"Is that a paper crane?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and said in a strange tone: "Where did you catch it from?"

"If I were you, I would snatch the paper crane back first and then consider these issues." Dylan's voice came faintly from the tent, seeming very helpless: "Haven't you noticed that the fat cat's Is the paper crane drowning in saliva?"

Will paper cranes drown? This is a magical and philosophical question worth pondering.

But snatching food from the fat cat's mouth is a very unmagical and difficult task.

It was impossible to grab him head-on, unless he planned to miss half an hour of class in the afternoon to go to the campus hospital to listen to Mrs. Bella's nagging.

However, the inducement failed, which aroused Zheng Qing's great interest.

"It doesn't want chicken legs!" Fatty Xin looked at the fat cat in shock, then lowered his head and sniffed the fragrant chicken drumsticks on the plate. He even stretched out his fingers to tear off a small strip of chicken and tasted it. taste.

"Is it full?" Zheng Qing expressed his opinion.

"Absolutely impossible... gourmets are never full!" The fat man's lips wriggled, puzzled: "The original braised chicken is still warm... why doesn't it want it?"

The young public-funded student rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the strange word 'gourmet'.

"Why does it lick the paper crane?" Dylan was very interested in this question.

"Maybe the paper on the origami crane has a smell that some animals like?" Zheng Qing guessed.

Xin said nothing.

He lowered his head and put the plate down on the desk.

The porcelain plate collided with the wooden table, making a clear sound.

"It seems that I have to use my own unique skills." The fat man's tone seemed a little gloomy.

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, with a look of helplessness on his face: "If you have any means, use it quickly... If you wait a little longer, that paper crane will really turn into a 'slobbering crane'."

On the pillow.

The fat cat didn't even bother to look at the two young wizards. He still lowered his head and concentrated on licking the paper.

"Taishan is overwhelming!" The fat man suddenly shouted, jumped up, threw himself on his bed, and pressed the fat cat under him.

"Ouch...!" Tuantuan screamed.

"Ouch!!" The fat man screamed: "Hurry up! You have to pay for my medical expenses!!"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, then rushed over in a hurry and pulled out the wet paper crane from a pair of furry paws.

He didn't even care about the sticky drool the fat cat had left on it.

Dust falls to the ground.

Fatty Xin struggled to get up from the bed, revealing the fat cat with messy fur underneath him.

"Ouch!" Tuantuan jumped up, waved his furry paws, opened his bow left and right, and slapped the fat man twice.

"Hehe." The fat man was not angry, but raised his hands in a show off and turned to the two roommates: "Did you see? Our fat cat still knows how to restrain himself... He didn't bite or scratch."

Zheng Qing looked at the two red spots on his chubby face, twitched the corners of his mouth, then lowered his head and looked at the paper crane in his hand.

The red paper crane nodded feebly, tapped the palm of his hand, flipped its wings, and suddenly unfolded into a piece of letter paper.

"Is this for you?" The fat man's eyes widened: "Which little girl is it again?"

"Is that the only thing on your mind?!" The young public-funded student picked up the letter with a look of helplessness.

But soon, his tone was full of surprise: "Oh, it turned out to be a reply from the student union... I just flew paper cranes to them in the morning, but I didn't expect it to be so efficient."

"What reply?"

"I inquired about the student union's new admissions list this year... I wasn't admitted. I want to know the reason."

"You have to fly a paper crane for such a trivial matter?" Fatty Xin leaned on his bed with a hurt look on his face: "After class, walk a few more steps to reach the office building... If you do this, you will have the nerve to talk to me in the future. Lazy?"

"This is how a real wizard behaves." Dylan sat in the coffin, lifted the curtain, and looked at the young public-funded student with approval: "A real wizard never uses crude methods other than magic to deal with troubles."

"Trouble." The fat man muttered and curled his lips.

"So, I have been very curious just now." Dylan continued: "Since you are two wizards, why don't you use magic to tie up that fat cat? I remember you all learned the binding spell..."

The figures of the young public-funded student and the fat man froze at the same time.

"I'm not used to using magic yet." Zheng Qing looked at the fat man and whispered.

"I forgot." Fatty Xin honestly opened his hands and said, "Knowing too much magic is also a kind of trouble."

On the bed, the fat cat, which had already licked its fur smooth again, grinned and chuckled.

Zheng Qing had a dark face, lowered his head, smoothed out the letter, and quickly read the reply.

"Dear student (Zheng Qing), it has been confirmed again by the Organization Department that your comprehensive evaluation is insufficient. It is a pity that I cannot work with you."

"Thanks for your trust."

"First University Student Union, Foreign Affairs Department, Minister."

"Yours faithfully, Louise Cody."

Zheng Qing looked over and over at those short sentences, but in the end he didn't see the answer he wanted.

"A shady story," he crumpled the letter into a ball angrily and threw it into the trash can: "There is definitely a shady story!"

Fat Cat's eyes lit up, he jumped deep and grabbed the paper ball.

"Maybe..." Fatty Xin squinted his eyes and watched the fat cat playing with a paper ball happily, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Looking at your expression, you seem to be trying to compete with a cat for food..." Dylan's light voice sounded in the room.

"No way!" Fatty's face turned red: "I'm just curious why it licked the paper."

"You're not a cat, why do you care so much?"

Zheng Qing ignored the bickering of the other two people.

The reply from the student union made his already depressed mood even lower.

There will also be a section on the philosophy of magic in the afternoon.

He decided to go to the classroom early today to see if he could make another appointment with Jiang Yu.

"Oh, by the way, don't think about me bringing you dinner tonight." Before going out, Zheng Qing turned around and reminded, "You don't need to bring me dinner either... I'll probably be back after eight o'clock."

"What, have you finally figured out how to give the gift away?"

"No." Zheng Qing's shoulders became more and more slumped: "It's Lao Yao's homework from last class... I made an appointment with Jiang Yu to test the Dharma book together."

"Ouch! Ouch!! Ouch!!!" Fatty Xin's horrifying scream sounded in the dormitory, like a big rooster being ridden: "When did you hook up with this queen again! The speed was too fast!"

"What does hooking up mean?" Zheng Qing's face turned red and he slammed the door: "The heart of a villain will judge the heart of a gentleman..."

Behind him, two strange and meaningful laughs came.