Zheng Qing felt that he had gradually become obsessed with the feeling of being a cat.

Lying lazily in the warm sun, smelling the aroma of grass, chewing the honey flowing from the flowers, snoring, feeling the beauty and comfort of life.

When you are hungry, you go to the cafeteria to brush a chicken leg, when you are thirsty, you sneak into the herb garden to lick the flower dew, when you are bored, you catch a mouse and beat it violently, and when you are annoyed, you call a group of younger brothers to roar to the school.

There is no burden of exams, no homework worries, no need to worry about hunting team training, and no need to run a small business. Hunt whacks in your spare time and occasionally pat kappa.

Of course, it would have been nice if that little white cat had a better temper.

Thinking of this, the black cat turned its head, glanced at the little white cat lying on its side, carefully flicked its tail, and twitched the little white cat's paw with the tip of its tail.

The little white cat lifted an eyelid, glanced at the black cat, opened its mouth and yawned widely, revealing a mouthful of white Sensen's fangs.

The black cat's body stiffened, honestly curled up its tail, retracted its own half of the territory, picked up its paws and looked at the lake in the distance with indignation, thinking viciously in his heart: What is a wild cat, and it is not educated, it obviously occupies my territory to bask in the sun, and it has a big temper, be careful that I turn back into a wizard, come back with the law book, and hang you between the branches with vines.

I think so, but now that the sun is too comfortable, the comfortable black cat would rather make a little space for the little white cat in exchange for a moment of comfort.

The two of them were now lying on a bench.

The bench is located at the end of the boulevard between the library and the back garden. On the inside of the bench stands a large split-leaf plane tree, and on the outside of the bench is a bluestone path. This bluestone road connects the dormitory hill with the Shushan Pavilion, then crosses the north shore of Linzhong Lake, and finally extends to the front of the teaching building.

On both sides of the road are mostly these very old plane trees – of course, some wizards like to call them French plane trees or three-ball plane trees - because they often bear the size of ping-pong balls, and the school's multi-tailed squirrels like to use them as cannonballs to litter around, causing a lot of complaints from students.

The school committee also did not arrange a special wizard to fight against the little squirrels, so they simply posted a notice on the bulletin board, inviting the cats and dogs who had leisure in the school to patrol the boulevard to ensure that the squirrels did not litter. Animals that receive tasks and perform them well can get corresponding rewards.

Thinking that he had a large number of men to send, the black cat took the task. Every once in a while, the cats patrol the boulevard to chase away the squirrels that are scurrying around.

Today is the day of duty.

Lush branches crisscross the entire stone path in shade. Behind the plane trees are neatly manicured evergreens and lawns, and long wooden benches are placed between the plane trees.

These wooden chairs were originally a place for students to rest, but students walking on this boulevard either go to the school building to attend classes, or go to the Shushan Museum to check materials and write homework, and few people stop to rest here. It's convenient for the cats on duty. At this moment, on the dozens of benches on both sides of the road, there are cats lying on their stomachs and napping, but the passing witches have stopped, and Mimi meows one after another.

What stupid humans, the black cat shook its whiskers and scoffed at the witches' performance.

That's when it happened.

Suddenly, a scream of students was heard in the distance, attracting the cats' sideways.

The black cat stood up and looked intently, it turned out that a male witch was courting the witch, using magic to conjure a sea of gorgeous flowers, behind the sea of flowers, there was a misty water vapor, in the sunlight, a rainbow stood like an arch above the heads of witches and wizards. Groups of elves dressed in colorful clothes shuttle between the rainbow and the sea of flowers, dancing. Trumpet flowers puff out their cheeks and play beautiful music.

It was the witch's friends who screamed.

Witches of this age probably like romance.

After realizing that it was the students who were messing around, the cats fell into 'holy laziness' again. The tense muscles on the black cat's back also relaxed again, and he fell back to his place and continued to bask in the sun lazily.

It's just that that rainbow is so beautiful.

It's really good-looking.

The black cat stared at the rainbow, watched, watched, and couldn't help but snore.

The little white cat next to it was one step ahead of it, looking at the movement in the distance with envious eyes.

That's it.

The two cats lay side by side with their paws, squinting at the rainbow, the sea of flowers, and the dancing elves hanging on the lake, purring happily.

Purr, purr.

Suddenly, the little white cat's purring stopped abruptly, and before the black cat could react, he felt a strong force from his waist, and he couldn't resist it.

He was kicked off the wooden chair by the little white cat.

When he got up from the ground with a grizzled face and looked again, the little white cat was still squinting and purring, immersed in the rainbow light in the distance. It's as if the black cat just fell down by accident, and everything has nothing to do with her.

The black cat looked inexplicable.

I was basking in the sun and snoring, and I was suddenly kicked out of bed by a cat, which is really what cats can endure, but dogs can't bear it! Is there still a king law! Is there still a law?!

"Shhh...... Is...... Male cats don't fight female cats!"

The black cat inhaled, raised his paws, rubbed his chin on the stone with a thick meat pad, and silently comforted himself that he was a big cat, and the big cat should have a bigger belly, not like a cautious kitten.

Although in most cases, Ah Q's method of spiritual victory has been criticized, many times, people still like to use this method to obtain a little psychological comfort.

It's nature, and it has nothing to do with humans and cats.

The black cat originally wanted to leave and change to a quieter bench. But as far as the eye can see, your own bench is the warmest place in the sun and the freshest air. And there are as few as three or five flower cats on the other benches, and more than a dozen cats are crowded together, which makes people can't bear to join in the fun.

After wandering several times, the black cat finally pinched his nose and sneaked back to his chair when the little white cat was not looking.

Really, there is nothing worse in the world.

Just as the black cat was brewing and looking for an opportunity to snore again, there was a slight sound of rustling in his ears. It tried to block out the noise, but the rustling sound persisted in burrowing into its cochlea.

Becoming a cat is also troublesome!

The black cat suddenly woke up - hearing too well is also a kind of annoyance.

The sound of rustling was still in the ears, and the black cat finally couldn't hold it back, turned its brain, looked left and right, and finally saw a fist-sized black hole emerging from the root of the tung tree next to it through the gap between the wooden planks of the bench.

The rustling sound came from the black hole.

Before long, two rats in vests came out of their holes.