Tuan Tuan is a male cat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

To be exact, it is a fat tom with yellow and white stripes and a pair of sea blue eyes.

What's more, it's a civet.

There is no essential difference between a civet cat and a demon cat, except that civets are more friendly to wizards.

Tuan Tuan's ordinary life is very simple and comfortable.

Its favorite thing to do is to nibble on a roasted golden chicken thigh, then lazily spread out, lie on the windowsill and squint and snore.

Occasionally, it doesn't mind shaking its fat all over its body, pacing in small square steps, strolling on the tiles in front of the window, and having in-depth and friendly exchanges with its uncivilized mothers.

As a civet cat with a wide range of hobbies, it doesn't mind the thriving girls in the academy stimulating their sense of smell with their fragrant bodies.

However, as a noble civet, it cannot tolerate those freshmen who play the trick of the three-legged cat to go wild in front of his authentic four-legged cat.

Right now, it's facing such a challenge.

A couple of freshmen came to the balcony.

This kind of thing is very common, and Tuan Tuan doesn't care about it, usually these pink rookies praise a few times, sigh a few words, and then they will retract into the dormitory and do what every freshman should do.

But these freshmen are different.

"Are they treating me like one of those uncivilized wild cats?" Tuan Tuan stroked his beard in annoyance, narrowing his blue eyes.

In front of its eyes, a small fish folded into rune paper shook its head and tail vividly, wandering in the void.

"How can you make a fake fish?" squinted his eyes and glanced at the little fish dangling in front of him, and wiped his beard with some distress: "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" on the balcony, several freshmen were also distressed by this question.

"Why don't you try chicken legs?" Fat Xin seemed to think of something, and took out a USB drive with some pain.

"Cats should eat fish. Zheng Qing muttered, and with some frustration, he took back the small fish that had been made of talisman paper for a long time.

Xin Fatzi plugged the USB drive into the thick watch, clicked a few buttons casually, and a virtual screen jumped out of the void and suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"What is this?" Zheng Qing looked at the screen curiously.

"The storage space of the Qiankun 5.03 series. Xiao Xiao, who was next to him, explained: "The current popular fifth-generation storage technology is created through advanced magic such as virtual embodiment and multi-dimensional superposition, combined with traditional alchemy techniques such as Void Mustard Seed. It is simple to use, easy to carry, and adapts to the development of the white ding world, and has become very popular in recent years. ”

Fat Xin nodded, and the void poked a few times.

The virtual screen pops up with five folders: 'clothing', 'food', 'housing', 'line' and 'use'.

Then the fat man clicked on the folder named "Food", and found the "Favorites" column in the subdirectory, and found the "Favorites" entry in it, and finally found the file named "Chicken Legs" from a long list.

Click, and the picture of five chicken legs floated quietly into the air.

"Yo, exactly five. Dylan was afraid that the fat man would not hear, so he deliberately leaned into his ear and said with a smile.

Viciously glancing at the vampire werewolf, the fat man gritted his teeth, and chose to manifest all the selections that were quite painful.

Xiao Xiao, who was silent on the side, took out a large plate in time and put it under the picture of chicken legs.

The light blue light appeared on the plate, quickly outlining the appearance of five chicken legs, with a few flashes, five hot chicken legs appeared on the plate in the fat man's hand, and the rich marinade rolled down the smooth skin and flesh, as if it had just been fished out of the pot.

The aroma of steaming is blowing in the face.

"Too ...... It's amazing!" Zheng Qing sighed for a long time, and finally held back a sentence of admiration.

"Hmph, that's nothing!" the fat man picked up the plate with pride and pain.

Zheng Qing politely chose the smallest one, and then put it in front of him for a long time, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"It's our specialty. Fat Xin licked his tongue and viciously handed Xiao Xiao a chicken leg: "It's too cheap for you." ”

"Hmm. Dylan frowned, looking at the remaining three chicken legs on the plate.

"You don't like to eat chicken legs, do you?" Fat Xin looked eager, and then suddenly realized, and smiled very happily: "I forgot, vampires or something, you can't eat these things." ”

"But werewolves don't have that problem. Dylan grabbed a chicken leg and threw it into his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he ate it clean, and spat out the smooth chicken bone.

The smooth and slender chicken bones landed on the plate in the fat man's hand with a ding-dong sound.

Dylan had traces of soup on his lips, and he chunched on the chicken as he smirked, "I'm just struggling with whether to pick the fattest meat or the one with the most muscles." ”

The fat man had a dark face, didn't say a word, and squeezed into the balcony.

The fat flower cat did not look like it was languid just now, and it rushed onto the balcony like lightning, and pressed a chicken leg fiercely with its two paws.

Fat Xin suddenly forgot about the plate, opened his five paws and grabbed the last one, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

A cat, a man, two fat pie faces twisted, chewing, panting, staring at each other viciously.

"A big pie face, two dead fish eyes. The fat man Xin 'poofed' out the clean chicken bones in his mouth, rubbed the fat face of the flower cat fiercely, and was indignant: "It's not cute at all!"

The fat cat snorted twice, and its cheeks were still squirming patiently.

"How do you know it likes chicken legs?" Zheng Qing threw away the chicken bone in his hand, licked the taste of his lips, looked at the one person and one cat who had come to the table, but still glared at each other, and asked curiously.

"Who cares what it likes!" Xin Fat Man still looked distressed, and was furious when he heard this: "My favorite, will anyone not like it?"

"I don't like it. Dylan said slowly.

"You, not a human!" Xin stretched out his fat index finger and shook it with disdain: "Moreover, the one who eats the fastest has no right to speak!"

"But it's a cat. Zheng Qing corrected.

"Do you think it's a cat that likes chicken legs?" said the fat man.

Zheng Qing nodded, and shook his head again, always feeling that something was wrong.

The fat cat shook his ears, stretched his body lazily, cocked his tail, and walked around the dormitory like a lord carrying a flag, and finally chose a comfortable groove on the windowsill and nested into it safely.

He felt that there seemed to be some strange smell in this dormitory, not good, not bad, just strange.

"Strange!" it stroked its slick beard and shook its head, resisting the great curiosity that rose in its heart: "Tsk, curiosity kills cats." ”

However, for the sake of these pink newcomers, I don't mind staying for a while.

Licking his fat paws, Tuan Tuan snorted in satisfaction, finding himself a very appropriate excuse.

"Shall we sleep on the board?" Zheng Qing, who had chosen the bed, asked sneeringly, holding on to the cold plank.

"Didn't you bring your own bedding?" Xiao Xiao on the side helped his eyes and said in surprise.

"Of course. Zheng Qing's face was slightly red, and he hurriedly turned out his gray bag.

"The school will equip you with some things, but it's certainly not as comfortable as at home. Dylan's figure flashed, and the next moment he was already squatting on his bed, he looked at the others with a smile, and pulled back the scarlet curtain on his bed, and a blue-black, old and heavy coffin lay firmly on his bed.

Xiao Xiao's face turned pale.

"I also added some ingredients myself, and the school will only give you a mattress. Xin patted his bulging bed with satisfaction, and fell on it with a feeling, and the wooden bed immediately let out a heavy pant sound.

Zheng Qing looked at his trembling bed gloomily and sighed.

The fat fat cat on the windowsill, squinting, lazily wiping his beard, looked at the mess in the dormitory with a mocking smile.

It was late to clean up the bed.

Spread the coarse cloth sheets he brought with him on the thick mattress, Zheng Qing fell on it, dragged the quilt brought by the family, took a deep breath, and the plump cotton fragrance filled his nose, as warm as his grandfather's kang.

Thinking back to all the things that happened in this day, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow, thinking about it, I couldn't help but fall asleep.