A few weeks ago, Zheng Qing encountered a mouse wearing a red vest in the corner of the university office building.
At that time, he was harassing the door god in Lao Yao's office, and wanted to consult the professor about the reason for the abnormality in his transformation. Unexpectedly, the situation was disturbed by the sudden rat. Originally, Shen Tu Yu Lei was still following him.
He chatted a few words, but since the mouse appeared, the door gods, including the big white cat at the door god's feet, seemed to have become mute and could no longer speak.
After realizing that there was something unusual about the mouse in clothes, the young public-funded student immediately gave full play to the curiosity of a cat and followed the mouse, but eventually lost the trace of the mouse in front of a tree hole.
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Even though he waited at the entrance of the hole for a long time that day, and even though he went to the tree hole many times to look for it some time later, he never encountered the clothed mouse again.
Thinking about this in his spare time, the young public-funded student even suspected that he was just temporarily dazzled and saw something wrong in a trance. After all, a mouse wearing clothes is rare even in wizarding universities. If it is really the school
If it is transformed into a certain spiritual beast in the world, or a certain wizard in the school, then there will always be a trace of it, whether it is a professor or a student.
But neither Professor Yao nor his classmates, nor his colleagues in the patrol team of the school working committee, expressed any knowledge of the 'rats in clothes' mentioned by Zheng Qing.
Time flies and nearly a month has passed. With the increase in schoolwork and study tasks, Zheng Qing has almost forgotten about the mouse.
Until his cat subordinate, a certain forest cat, reappeared in front of him with a small mouse wearing clothes in his mouth.
"Is this the mouse in clothes you were talking about?" Xiao Xiao squatted in front of the forest cat, grabbed a writing brush, and carefully fiddled with the motionless little mouse on the ground with the tip of the pen, his voice full of curiosity: "
I remember you said it was wearing a red vest...the one your subordinate brought back was wearing a green vest."
The soft pen tip poked the mouse, leaving fleeting scars. The blood stains that were originally bitten by the cat also became clearer, lighter, and gradually disappeared under the caress of the pen tip.
"The mice are not allowed to change clothes yet?" Fatty Xin stuck out his wide buttocks, occupying the space of two people, his nose almost brushing the mouse's beard, and sighed in an unusually regretful tone: "You said
Why did I forget to bring my camera? What great news...what great material!"
The fat man's attention was entirely focused on the mouse. The beer in his hand and the bucket of fried chicken in his arms had been casually placed on the open space aside. Several cats, large and small, stretched out their paws from time to time, frying chicken.
Dig into the bucket and fish out a piece or two of fragrant fried chicken to reward yourself.
There was even a blue cat that came close to the beer can, using its leaky mouth to sip the remaining beer in the can with a straw. His eyes turned red as he drank, and he stood there swaying.
Of course, 'most' of the hunters in the Exoneration Hunting Team are not paying attention to these cats right now.
For them, the little mouse wearing clothes is obviously more attractive.
The reason why I say most of them is because Elder Zhang’s attention is slightly different.
Contrary to the others, he only glanced at the half-dead little mouse on the ground, but focused most of his attention on the injured Norwegian Forest Cat: "Tsk... I can't tell, your subordinates are pretty good."
What can you do!"
Different from the appearance that Zheng Qing saw for the first time, the forest cat that had just returned had many wounds all over its body. There was a small gap on the tip of the round ear, which seemed to have been bitten by a mouse, and a small piece was bitten off;
Under its yellow apricot eyes, there are several deep scars, and bright red blood is slowly seeping through its thick fur; not to mention its beautiful long hair, which looks like it has been set on fire.
The speckled withered marks look particularly miserable.
Zheng Qing could not imagine what a cat had to go through to be injured like this while catching mice!
"So brave, so powerful, so dedicated." Zhang Jixin admired, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the forest cat's back, and praised repeatedly: "If my family hadn't objected, I would definitely have a big one like this.
cat!"
Maybe he understood Zhang Jixin's compliment. The forest cat changed his bad temper before, raised his chin proudly, and his curvy little beard almost reached the sky.
"I want to see it too, I want to see it too!!" Lin Guo climbed onto the back of the black goat at some point and jumped over the red-faced wizard's head, jumping up and shouting: "I've never seen anyone wearing clothes before.
Where’s the mouse!”
"Why don't you just catch a mouse and put some clothes on it?" the black cat sighed, completely unable to understand the little wizard's strong curiosity - he had already forgotten the first time he saw a mouse in clothes.
The curiosity he felt at that time - he glanced at the careless cats outside the circle who were still playing, then glanced at the forest cat with its head raised to the sky, and finally lowered its head and stretched out its paws
, patted Xiao Xiao on the back.
"Doctor, is the mouse dead?" Black Cat coughed twice, interrupted Dr. Xiao's research, and asked.
"You're a cat! Can't you smell this?" The fat man yelled in a fuss next to him, his tone full of suspicion.
"You are the cat! Your whole family is a cat! Are you a wizard from beginning to end? Can you speak human language?" Hearing the fat man's words, the black cat suddenly became furious, jumped up, and jumped
On the fat man's head, his claws were waving like the wind, using the fat man's head as a drum head, making a loud banging sound.
Not to mention, the fat man's soft hair and fleshy forehead are quite comfortable to photograph - no wonder the fat tabby cat in the dormitory likes to take a nap on his head.
Xiao Xiao ignored the fight between the two live animals next to him, and finally poked the mouse's eyelids with the tip of his pen, sighed, thumped his waist, and stood up: "It's not dead...even if your forest cat dies, this
The little thing is probably fine."
"The bones of its body are much stronger than any mouse I have ever seen... no, I think it is stronger than those fish-men in Linzhong Lake!"
"Besides, he is also very clever and can pretend to be dead."
Before he finished speaking, the little mouse 'buling', whose eyes were closed and breathless, suddenly opened his eyes, rolled like a carp, jumped up, and tried to slip away from the crowd with a whoosh.
Unexpectedly, a small snow-white paw appeared behind it at some point, firmly pressed its long tail, and pulled it firmly in place.
"Meow?" The little ragdoll cat pressed the mouse's tail with one paw, tilted its head, blinked its big eyes, and looked doubtfully at the black cat squatting on the fat man's head, as if asking whether he wanted to bite the little cat to death.
mouse.
This chapter has been completed!