The winter sky was gray and a little bleak.

On the shore of Linzhong Lake, trees of different thicknesses and heights are scattered in the grove to spend the cold days of the year. On the branches, the once green leaves have long since disappeared with the north wind, leaving only bare branches and scarred white or brown bark.

Right now, although these trees don't have a single leaf on them, they are full of lumps of abundant 'fruit'.

These 'fruits' were white, yellow, or black, all furry, small as apples, as large as watermelons, hanging on dry branches, swaying slightly in the cool breeze of the lake.

Zheng Qing is also one of these 'fruits'.

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

Since Jiuyou Academy issued a notice to catch mice to calculate the final evaluation, the cats in the pet store on the pedestrian street in Beta Town have been sold out of stock in the blink of an eye. Wizards who didn't have pets didn't hesitate to buy an appraisal insurance, and even those who had pets were eager to try it, and many of them have recently been asking the pet farm guard if they can have more than one pet.

For Zheng Qing, the pros and cons of this matter are mixed.

The good thing is that there are more cats wandering around the school, and his concealment after transformation is greatly improved - because there are too many strange cats, when the black cat is wandering around, it is not so noticeable.

The downside is that Zheng Qing can't get rid of the definition of 'cat and mouse' at all - given that some of his classmates' cats have caught many mice very smoothly, the other hunters of the Sin Hunting Team have even begun to privately discuss whether to raise money and spend money to hire their own captain to be more 'hard'.

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

He's just become a cat, and he's not really a cat!

Moreover, who would want to catch such a dirty thing as a mouse!

They're all wizards, and it's not that they don't know magic!

Filled with resentment, the young student slipped out of his dormitory early in the morning, and rushed to the lake without looking back—he wanted to see if the mouse hole under the oak had been opened, or if the little white cat had returned, and how could he have the time to listen to the chatter of a greasy fat man.

Saturday morning was a clean morning. Especially after the beginning of winter, even the shadow of the morning exercise has sparsed out a lot. If he hadn't turned into a cat, Zheng Qing would have been among the young wizards who did the morning class.

Of course, now that he is a cat, a little black cat who has always been high and low, he naturally does not need to go to Feiyuan for morning exercises.

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

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

The mind is restless, so he seeks purification.

This is also why when Lao Yao told him that there was no problem with the Transfiguration, Zheng Qing quickly chose to turn into a cat again - he found that when he was a cat, he would not have so many troubles, and he would not always have to guess the mind of the girl who could never guess.

The black cat ran through the small square, through the forest paths, over the rockeries, and finally stopped in front of the grove on the shore of Linzhong Lake.

Originally, he had planned to go under the oak to see if the rat hole was still there. But not far away, those 'hairy fruits' attracted the attention of the black cat like a magnet - I don't know if it was because the air in the higher places was fresher, and thirty or forty cats of different colors and sizes were either squatting, lying down, or simply hanging between the branches and branches, motionless.

Occasionally, the breeze on the surface of the lake blows, blowing their big furry tails hanging in mid-air, swaying and shaking, like the blooming of willow flowers in early spring.

"Meow!" a tanuki looked down and saw the black cat squatting on the ground, and shouted in a friendly manner.

Zheng Qing jumped up from the spot as if he had fried his hair, looked at the tanuki with bared teeth, and almost roared: "I'm a wizard! Not a cat! I won't squat on the branches of a tree like you!"

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

Curious, indifferent, or puzzled, all kinds of eyes fell on the black cats - the only thing that was the same was that these cats didn't even move, as if they were glued to the branches.

This is very difficult for curious cats. On weekdays, even if a paper crane flies in front of the cat's eyes, it will provoke seventeen or eighteen cats to work together to catch and play.

After a long hesitation, the black cat finally decided to climb up and take a look—just to see!

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 quite fresh.

It's much better than the muddy, slightly stench of fish-people by the lake – especially for cats, whose keen sense of smell always allows them to catch more bad smells.

Zheng Qing gathered his body and put his tail straight down in the air, like other cats, slowly undulating in the breeze.

Hmm, maybe it's because the high place is close to the sun? For some reason, Zheng Qing has a warm feeling all over his body. He couldn't help but think of the 'two children's debate on the sun' that he had learned a long time ago - the beginning of the day is cool, and the middle of the day is like a soup, isn't this hot for the near and cold for the far?

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

Until a familiar voice came from under the tree:

"Meow!"

"Meow~~"

The black cat finally opened its eyes, tilted its head sideways, and glanced down.

A dwarf witch in a red robe, holding a fluffy teddy bear in one hand and a small dried fish in the other, looked up at the hairballs on the trees, and occasionally meowed quietly, hoping that a cat would respond, jump down, and play with her.

The deep-fried dried fish has an enticing aroma that will make your cat's index finger flutter.

Several of the larger cats, who were significantly fatter than the others, hesitated to stand up in the face of such temptation, and seemed to be still torn between a nap and a good meal.

Only the black cat decisively closed its eyes, ignored the temptation of the little girl, and even put away the tail that had originally hung in the air and coiled it around its waist.

Li Meng's girl is not a good match.

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