Hunting College

　　 The yellow flower raccoon did not intend to show up.

　　 Rather than bothering to deal with all kinds of messy things outside, it is more willing to shuttle between the gaps in different spaces, hide in corners that other people can't see, and quietly observe an unconscious guy.

　　 But the reality is that if it doesn't make a move, some guy will be taken away-for a cat who knows a little bit of facts, that's a terrible situation that can't be worse.

　　 is like a photography enthusiast, guarding an ugly duckling among the ducks, watching it grow up day by day, and enjoy it. Looking at the winter, the duckling grew up and was about to flutter its wings, but unexpectedly a vulture fell from the sky and a paw grabbed the ugly duckling that had not fully grown.

　　 Is there anything worse than this?

　　 In fact, no matter how you look at it, this year's winter hunting activities are a huge deviation from the "first university extracurricular practice activities" expected by Huang Huali.

　　Of course, the yellow lily is not called yellow lily.

　　 In order to avoid being caught by the detection magic, I will use this code for the time being.

　　According to past practice and commonplace talk, the so-called winter hunting means that the school has designated hunting areas with different levels of danger at the edge of the silent forest, and then put students with different abilities in it, and let them clean the ‘pests’ in the hunting area. Sometimes the number of pests outside the school is not enough, the school will also entrust other institutions to provide some fresh prey.

　　 In general, this should be a large-scale exercise with a plan, a plan, and a directional ending. It is a very secure and very safe final assessment behavior.

　　 Of course, because of the advancement of the resurgence of silence this year, the number and types of ‘pests’ that ran out of the Silent Forest were a little too high. But all this is still under the control of the school.

Only with the emergence of an unplanned "sandbox small world" in the D Jia hunting area, as this small world slowly collapsed, with Fei Rui, with the four uninvited guests, with Su Shijun and the unknown big hand Taking turns to play, the yellow raccoon finally has no way to continue to observe .jpg secretly.

　　 If there is no more claws, the little brother will be grabbed by that big hand!

　　 Fortunately, at the last minute, it finally contacted the unpredictable husband.

　　 "Hey... The old man can't come, so do you let this guy lift the tank?"

　　 The voice in the black hole didn't rush and didn't seem to be surprised at the appearance of the yellow raccoon. It's just different from the calm voice. The big open hand instantly squeezed a gesture, and at the same time retracted, assuming an unusually cautious posture.

　　 "Noisy!"

　　 The yellow raccoon who was forced to show up had a bad temper. He raised his paw and slapped it to the big hand.

When the small hairy claws are first swiped, the bottle cap is only the size of the bottle; then it rapidly expands, becoming the size of the cup, the bowl, and the lid; when the claw reaches the black hole, it has already risen to a diameter of two meters, not much. Little, it happened to block the hole.

　　The big hand shrinking at the entrance of the black hole was also unambiguous, with six fingers flying, and instantly pinched out a dazzling series of tricks: "Jie...He...South...Mountain! Wei...rock...rock...rock!!!"

　　 "Boom!!!"

The huge cat's claws slapped heavily on the phantom shadow of a rock mountain, making a deafening roar, humming Zheng Qing's ears--compared to the humming that came out of the black hole before. The hoarse voice is as sweet as the clear spring water.

"Are your paws all covered with pads?" The hoarse voice in the black hole continued to tease the yellow lily, and his tone became worse and worse: "...I always hear others say that cats have nine lives... I don't know. You have lived so long, and now there are still a few lives left."

"Labor and management estimate that I still have seven or eight lives." The yellow lily spouted back unceremoniously: "It's you, although you don't know how many of you have left... but today there will definitely be one missing. I'm very sure."

"I wonder if you can count the addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within ten with your little furry claws." With this ridiculous voice, the big hand under the shadow of the rock mountain also made a provocative middle finger. Hooked the yellow flower raccoon.

　　 There is going to be a cat hand battle no matter how you look at it

　　 The yellow flower lily originally hunched its back, erected its tail, and stared viciously at the big hand under the phantom of the rocky mountain, as if it would pounce on it at any time to tear it apart.

　　 but don't know why, it suddenly retracted its posture and restored the lazy appearance that a cat is common.

　　 And Zheng Qing soon learned that the yellow raccoon's attitude changed.

　　 "Forgive! Do not do to others what you don't want." A familiar voice suddenly rang in Zheng Qing's ears, which shocked him.

　　 turned his head, it was a short and chubby figure wearing a robe and round glasses with black frames. It is Mr. Wu, the owner of Sanyou Bookstore, who teaches Zheng Qing Fulu knowledge.

　　 Zheng Qing's eye circles astringent, and he sniffed, but a big smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

　　 "Hello sir!" He immediately turned around, adjusted his robe, and bowed respectfully to the figure.

Mr. Wu did not answer. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Zheng Qing’s collar, rationalized, and taught him: “A scholar must not be honest and have a long way to go. Benevolence considers one's own responsibility, and it is also important? Only after death, no Far?"

　　 Zheng Qing nodded after seemingly understanding.

　　 Not far away, Su Shijun looked at Mr. Wu's chubby figure with a shocked look~www.ltnovel.com~ and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't say anything.

　　 Mr. Wu glanced at her, nodded, and praised: "It's perfect and perfect."

After that, he looked around, looking at the stray pines and cypresses lying on the ground, looking at the snowy ground mixed with mud and blood, looking at the nervous assistants and young wizards of the crime hunting team in the distance. He sighed deeply: "The year is cold, and then the pines and cypresses will wither."

　　 "Hiss...hehe...the old immortal is dropping the book bag again." The hoarse voice in the black hole smiled strangely, and unceremoniously interrupted Mr.'s words: "I am old and immortal, why?"

Mr. 　　 smiled and replied: "Work hard and forget food, happy to forget worries, I don't know how old will come to Yuner."

　　In between this question and answer, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong. He looked around and looked at Su Shijun, who was still shocked, the yellow lily lying motionless on the stump, and the assistant teacher and the companions of the crime hunter who were supporting each other behind him.

　　 Especially since a minute ago, Fatty Xin had been pouring medicine into Assistant Hilda's mouth.

　　According to the size of that small medicine bottle, even if it was filled with potion, it should have been cleaned long ago. But the fat man kept holding the small medicine bottle. And the small medicine bottle also has potion dripping out.

　　 The young public-sponsored student finally realized something later.

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