Vol 5 Chapter 76: Crane

When Zheng Qing came under the cat fruit tree, it was only five minutes before three o'clock in the afternoon.
　　 So after hiding in the bushes not far from the big tree in advance, he looked around carefully, trying to find the figure that left the paw print on the letter paper.
　　 Near the beginning of school, the students arrived at school one after another, their pets also reappeared in the school, the cat fruit tree changed from the withering during the winter vacation and was covered with cat fruit again.
　　 It’s just that it’s different from the previous year. This year, the status of cats among tree branches has slightly changed.
　　 For example, last year's little puppet cat, in just a few months, it has grown from the size of a ruler to a body length of more than one meter and a weight of more than ten catties. I don't know what its owner has fed him. If it weren't for those big round eyes that were as vivid as ever, Zheng Qing would probably not recognize its identity.
　　 The change in body shape affected the position of the puppet cat on the cat fruit tree, which moved its position on the cat fruit tree from a lower place to a higher place. The sun there is more abundant and the air is fresher.
　　 For another example, the former leader of the cat group, the Norwegian forest cat. Compared with last year, it has an extra scar on its face, and it looks much harder than before.
　　 Zheng Qing stared at the scar a few more times, very suspicious that the owner of the forest cat was a student of the Star Academy. It should be that only the students of that college would treat the scars on pets' faces as medals instead of erasing them with potions.
　　 The place where the forest cat lies on its stomach has not changed much from last year. But according to Zheng Qing’s observation, this big cat has been staring at the best habitat on the cat fruit tree, which is Zheng Qing’s throne, ready to move. It seems that within a few months, it has revived its courage to challenge Zheng Qing. .
　　 It's just that the cat sitting on the throne is not the cat incarnation of Zheng Qing, but a little white cat.
　　 The little white cat is not too tall, has a light body, not sharp teeth, and unfavorable claws. It looks like an ordinary garden cat. But it can lay down on the best branches of the cat fruit tree, dozing lazily, seemingly not caring about the coveted eyes of the forest cats and other big cats a few meters away.
　　 This is entirely due to Zheng Qing's great deterrent against the cats.
　　 Fox fake tiger pretense, that's it.
　　 Zheng Black Cat hid in the bushes, his eyes moved from one hair ball to another hair ball, carefully examining the movement of each hair ball, and discerning whether a cat had flew the paper crane privately for him.
　　 But he was nothing unusual except seeing individual cats licking each other's fur or catching bugs.
　　 Even their posture during a nap is not much different from last year.
　　 This makes the black cat very upset.
　　 Observed for ten minutes and determined that there was no way to find the sender. Zheng Qing finally decided to show up to see if the sender had any other requirements.
　　 He straightened his front legs forward, pushed up his butt, and stretched out a big lazy waist.
　　 then flicked his tail and started to drill out of the bushes.
　　 Every time he takes a step forward, his size increases by a point and his aura doubles. Correspondingly, his steps are constantly increasing. In this way, after seven or eight steps, the black cat was already standing under the cat fruit tree.
　　 At this time, his body is like a black panther.
　　 The black cat raised his head and looked at the subordinates on the cat fruit tree with scrutinizing eyes. He pondered for a while, and finally struggling to hold out a meow benefiting from the thickening of his face. He was already free to switch between cats and people.
　　 It’s just meowing, meowing, it’s no big deal.
　　 No one saw it anyway.
　　 The big and small cats on the cat fruit tree moved when they heard the sound. They stood up, tucked their tails between the two strands, flattened their ears, and squatted down. The cute cats responded to the leader's shout.
　　 Compared with other cats, the white cat is much calmer.
　　 She squinted and looked at the cat head under the tree.
　　 Unlike other excited cats, her attention is not on the arrival of the black cat, but on the color of the black cat’s eyes.
　　 As a white cat with a wizarding soul, she is very confident in her memory.
　　 She remembers very clearly. The last time she saw the black cat, it had a pair of red eyes. The white cat was very impressed by it, because she thought it was a monster.
　　 But now, when she stared at the black cat under the tree, her black pupils closed into a line.
　　 The black cat's eyes turned black as expected.
　　 This incident did not exceed her expectations or that, since she flew out of the paper crane not long ago, she had foreseen this happening. The little white cat squinted her eyes, with a hint of danger in her eyes. She clearly remembered the scene when she was lying on the black cat's head last semester, and she also clearly remembered the scene when she and Li Meng were walking on the boulevard with a certain black cat in her arms.
　　 This gave her the urge to beat the black cat.
　　 Holding back, Jiang Mao Mao kept repeating this word in his heart, silently suggesting that as long as he pretended not to know, no one would know the embarrassing things.
　　 The series of evidence in his mind has been pierced into a line under these discolored eyes, which made the little white cat annoyed and added a bit of surprise in his heart.
　　 If the black cat is really changed by Zheng Qing~EbookFREE.me~ then why can he become bigger and smaller at will? This is totally inconsistent with the theorem of magic! Is he a Druid?
　　 Zheng Qing didn't know what the white cat was wondering.
　　 Feeling that the deterrent effect has been achieved, the forest cat who was ready to wait for the big cat to be well-behaved again, the black cat shook his hair with satisfaction, and shrank back to the height of a foot.
　　 Then, he took a few steps to run up, climbed the cat fruit tree briskly, and came to his throne.
　　 "Ahem."
　　 The black cat coughed twice, indicating that the little white cat can move. Only Elvis can lie down on the throne.
　　 The little white cat squinted at him, and had no intention of getting up. He just turned sideways and moved aside, leaving half of the space for the black cat.
　　 The black cat trembled and shook his beard. I don’t know if it was an illusion. When the white cat leaned at him, he vaguely felt a tingling scalp. But looking at the petite size of the white cat, the black cat was finally sure that it was an illusion.
　　 It must have been stretched before, so he comforted himself in his heart.
　　 Seeing that the little white cat didn't plan to move, the black cat finally snore, like a cheetah, lying on the remaining throne, holding his head up, and looking around with majesty.
　　 Hell, I still haven't seen the sender.
　　 The black cat tugged his ears irritably, but remained motionless, maintaining the momentum that an Elvis should have.
　　 He has a hunch that he will probably be here today for nothing.