Anyone who hears that a cat is chasing after a mouse will subconsciously judge that the cat has bad intentions towards the mouse. It's not about morality and ethics, it's just instinct and logic.

Hearing Jingle Ear's questioning, the black cat glanced away slightly embarrassed, and wandered away for a few seconds before coming up with another way to change the subject: "What you said is so interesting, hahaha...... By the way, how did you find out about me? Is it some kind of rat magic?"

Although he is not a professional rat catcher, Zheng Qing is still relatively confident in his ability to conceal his whereabouts. Especially since he also paid the price of an inferior talisman for this.

It doesn't make sense that a little mouse can casually see through the magic effect of the talisman!

Jingle Ear didn't immediately pay attention to the young public scholarship student, but stuck the slender branch that had just been touched from under his crotch into the dirt at the mouth of the tree, and let the black cylinder rush diagonally into the sky, and then put his claws into his crotch, and began to dig and touch, looking extremely skillful.

As it touched it, it said to the black cat in a disdainful tone, "How did you find your joke...... Do you still need to use magic?"

"Just your two red eyes, across the square, blinded me. How can any cat be like you, running around and playing with hot eyes...... As if I'm afraid that others won't see it!"

The black cat lowered its eyelids silently.

Oh, he forgot that his eyes were a little abnormal now - maybe the next time he transformed, he should try to transform with sunglasses on? It stands to reason that the book once won the Wizarding League's non-fiction award, and maybe this small detail has not been revised by the censors, and it is still valid in this world.

Thinking of this, the black cat finally cheered up a little and began to face the doubts of Jingle Ear again.

"I'm not tracking...... It's all a misunderstanding!"

Faced with the questioning of Jingle Ears, the black cat naturally refused to admit his behavior, repeatedly emphasizing that all this was just a coincidence.

"Hatever......" Jingle shrugged his ears and finally pulled out a small black rock from under his crotch, as well as a smooth piece of iron the size of a fingernail.

"Bang! bang!"

The Rat King grabbed the small black stone and smashed it on the small piece of iron, smashing out a golden spark. Zheng Qing suddenly realized at this time that the stone that the mouse took out was a flint stone. And soon, he knew what the flint was for.

Under the inertia, the golden spark drew a graceful arc, and finally landed on the black cylinder the thickness of a finger. In the blink of an eye, a wisp of green smoke rose from the black cylinder, followed by the sizzling sound of the fuse burning.

"What's that?!What did you order?!" The black cat subconsciously took a few steps back, staring vigilantly at the cylinder where the smoke was getting stronger and stronger.

"I told you, it's a risk warning product!" Jingle Bell covered his ears and retracted into the tree hole with a whoosh.

"That's not what you just said!" Listening to the mouse's explanation, the black cat suddenly felt countless grooves in his heart, and wanted to spit it out but had nowhere to spit it out.

"Whew......"

The orange-red fireworks, accompanied by a loud whistle, flashed in front of the black cat's eyes and soared into the sky - no, the firecracker did not reach the sky, but was blocked by the branches of the big banyan tree above the black cat's head.

"Smack......

The sound of the explosion, which was supposed to be crisp and loud, became low and dull under the suppression of the branches, as if someone was holding the lid of a pot to cover it as it erupted.

Before the black cat could taunt Jingle Bell and set off a failed firework in his ear, an unexpected cacophony rippled above his head.

"Chirp!", "Chirp!", "Woooo

A variety of bird calls exploded above Zheng Qing's head, as if they were having a grand concert. But the black cat who heard this voice had no desire to appreciate it at this time, and only felt a tingling of the scalp.

If there are any animals in this school that Zheng Qing is most afraid of, then in addition to the octopus in the Shushan Pavilion, there are only these 'little birds' that inhabit the school woods - other animals, whether it is the small pets in the pet garden, or the Shou turtle and buffalo on the shore of Linzhong Lake, or the old dog named May raised by the old man of Verne, the black cat has no pressure to deal with it.

It's just a matter of getting a little bigger, or a little bigger.

But these little birds are different.

Different from the 'scientific method of distinguishing birds' that Zheng Qing learned more than ten years ago, when wizards study birds in the wizarding world, they not only need to distinguish the differences between their natural races, but also need to patiently distinguish their 'genealogy' - such as judging whether there are brothers-in-law between different birds and finches, whether they are collateral relatives outside the five generations, whether there are relatives, the phenomenon of righteousness, and so on.

As far as the publicly-funded students know, the group of parrots guarding the front hall on the first floor of the office building of Jiuyou University have a group of starlings as cousins, and they have also married a group of wild birds that love to dance and grab food in the silent forest.

As the saying goes, 'Brothers in battle, fathers and sons in battle', these birds in the academy like to swarm up when they get into trouble, outpacing quality with quantity, and even if they can't, they will hover over your head all day long, or drop a few bubbles of warm, creamy 'bombs' - bird poop is the sharpest weapon for such creatures with short rectums, besides claws and pointed beaks.

It's even more troublesome than a hornet's nest.

Right now, Zheng Qing is in such trouble.

Sensing the power of the cannonball, Ding Dong laughed sharply twice, then shrank his head and disappeared completely into the hollow under the big banyan tree. Before running away, it carefully pulled the bark on the left and right of the tree hole, and re-covered the tree hole that had just been opened.

The black cat scolded the hemp wheat skin in his heart, and ran back.

It's just that no matter how fast he runs, he can't compare to the kung fu of those birds flapping their wings. This is another reason why black cats hate flocks of birds - they can't hit and can't run. The birds flew higher than the other, even if they jumped up from the wall or the top of the tree, they might not be able to hit them, and they flew in the sky, and their vision was wide, and even if the black cat on the ground was flexible, it would not escape their surveillance.

Fortunately, it was getting late now, and Zheng Qing was dressed in black fur, which played a good role in covering his retreat.

But even so, when he returned to the dormitory, his otherwise clean black hair was still stained with a few pieces of wet, steaming bird droppings.