It was cold to get up in the morning, and the frost was on tiptoe.

Zheng Qing's paws touched the cold stone slab, and he could always feel a chill encroaching on his internal organs through the tips of his toes.

The black cat couldn't help but curse the wizards on duty in the school's astrological prison in the bottom of his heart.

Wednesday had just passed the cold dew, and there were still about ten days before the frost fell, and the newly appointed teaching assistants and school staff of the astrological supervisor couldn't wait to get a few frosts across the school.

Not only are the leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the boulevard red, but even the four seasons around the lawn can't stand the drastic weather changes, and they look a little wilted.

Not to mention the black cat that is actually in a 'semi-naked' state.

Protected by the dormitory before, Zheng Qing didn't have too deep feelings. It wasn't until he ran for a short time on the empty stone road that he noticed the chill of the late autumn morning, stimulated by the cool air.

But I've already run more than half the distance, and it's a bit uneconomical to go back and toss it in vain.

Since the cobblestone road is too cold, I guess it will be relatively warm on the lawn.

These thoughts only turned in the bottom of my heart, and the black cat, which had been trotting all the way, twisted its waist briskly and jumped into the lawn by the side of the road.

Sure enough, through the thick blades of grass, the cool air was not so pressing.

The black cat flashed across the lawn, barely attracting anyone's attention — in fact, there was no one on campus on Saturday morning.

Especially on this chilly morning, most of the students still stuffed themselves under the covers and had a cordial and friendly conversation with Zhou Gong. Except for those hard-working students who do morning classes, very few people are willing to sharpen their will in the cold wind.

Of course, the scarcity of pedestrians does not mean that the campus is empty.

With the arrival of the moon hunt, more and more colors make up for the colors that summer has taken with it, and it begins to fill the high-walled school.

Flower beds, ribbons, and colorful sculptures are placed horizontally and vertically on both sides of the lawn and road.

The student council officials need to get the mess in order before the opening ceremony of the moon hunt - fill the flower beds with colorful flowers and streamers fluttering between the branches and buildings, and train the rude sculptures and paint their mottled bodies with a new coat of paint.

Compared with the complicated affairs of the student union, the work of the club association is much lighter.

They just need to promote the excellent clubs in the club from time to time, as well as the hunting teams under the jurisdiction of those clubs, to accumulate a little popularity for the upcoming school hunting party.

And their propaganda methods are also very traditional.

Banners with fluorescent text hang from tall trees on both sides of the road. Each banner represents a member of the club federation - Zheng Qing vaguely remembered that the 'Knights of Guilt' also pulled a banner, but he circled around this forest ** two or three times, except for finding a few posters of all members of the hunting team, he did not find his own banner.

Seeing someone greeting him in the poster, the black cat raised his head arrogantly and snorted disdainfully.

The voice caught the attention of a nearby 'staff member'.

"Excuse me!" The staff staggered to the black cat, hung a small domino around the black cat's neck with a smile, and advertised in an enthusiastic voice: "We let go of our youth and chase our dreams......!"

This 'staff' is actually an alchemy doll. He was covered with a deerskin-tanned coat stuffed with cotton and ramie. His eyes were two buttons, his mouth seemed to be twisted from a girl's hairpin, he held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and hummed energetically, greeting every living creature that passed by.

There was a stupid feeling all over his body.

The alchemy dolls under the other banners didn't look any more elaborate. After all, these dolls were all refined by the students themselves, and they were naturally much inferior to the results in those professional alchemy workshops outside the school.

Zheng Qing flicked the domino hanging around his neck with his paws.

The workmanship of this small gift is also very crude, it seems to have been ground from cow bones, and the three large letters 'YPO' are engraved on it in poor handwriting.

There were no magic seals, no nested talismans, not even dominoes dipped in olive oil, or consecrated in front of gods—pure, unpretentious gadgets.

Zheng Qing had heard of this society, and it seemed that the full name was the 'Young Hunters Association', and members must have more than one demon hunting experience. Invitations have also been issued to young government-funded students.

Zheng Qing is very glad that he didn't join these clubs casually in the first place.

After all, not everyone has the courage to shout the slogan in front of everyone.

With a flick of his tail, the black cat got rid of the other dolls, passed through the gap in the bushes, and ran straight towards the Shushan Pavilion.

He hasn't forgotten where he was going.

Compared to the rest of the campus, the atmosphere around the Shushan Pavilion is much more lively.

It has been more than a month since the start of school, and the midterm exam is not far away from everyone's footsteps. Although the mid-term exam of the semester does not affect the promotion exam at the end of the academic year, as a summary of the phase, most professors will cast a lot of score rewards in this test.

Many hard-working students are already preparing for the sprint, and the library is the perfect place to study.

The black cat's brisk footsteps crossed one figure after another in line, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the door of the first floor of the Shushan Pavilion.

As he was about to slip in through the crack in the door, a wooden staff stood in front of him.

The appearance of the wooden staff was very familiar to Zheng Qing.

When he was on night patrol at Linzhong Lake, he would also hold such a stick in his hand. This is the standard equipment of the first university worker.

"Did you bring your student card or teaching staff ID?" the school worker guarding the door looked at the black cat with a tiger face.

"Huh?" Zheng Qing glared at the school worker with big innocent eyes.

"That's not what cats call it......" The school worker's face was full of black lines, and the wooden staff in his hand paused on the stone slab, making a threatening sound: "If you bring your documents, go to the queue...... Stand at the end of the line. ”

"What's the use of you going into the library if you can't even get in line?" another slightly younger school worker leaned over and looked at the black cat with a grin: "You look a little bit old-eyed...... Did you just learn Transfiguration recently?"

Zheng Qing's beard slowly drooped down.

Oh, and he forgot that this was the first university, and no one would let their guard down on a strange black cat.

"You can't go to the library without a card. The old school worker looked at the black cat seriously and waved his hand: "Go back and bring the documents first." ”

The black cat snorted, shook its beard, looked at the dense talismans and formations engraved on the door of the library not far away, and finally gave up the plan to sneak in.