When Zheng Qing came to the cat's fruit tree, it was still five minutes before it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

So he ducked behind the bushes not far from the big tree, and looked around carefully, trying to find the figure that had left the paw prints on the letterhead.

Approaching the beginning of the school year, students arrived at school one after another, and their pets also reappeared in the school, and the cat fruit tree changed from the "withering" during the winter vacation to the "cat fruit" again.

However, unlike last year, the status of cats among the branches has changed slightly.

For example, last year's little Ragdoll cat, in just a few months, it has changed from the size of a foot to a body length of more than one meter and a weight estimated to be more than ten pounds. I don't know what its owner fed it. If it weren't for those big round eyes that were as expressive as ever, Zheng Qing probably wouldn't have recognized its identity.

The change in size affected the Ragdoll's position on the Cat Fruit Tree - it moved its position on the Cat Fruit Tree from a lower place to a higher place. There's more sunshine and fresher air.

Another example is the former leader of the cat pack, the Norwegian forest cat. Compared to last year, it has an extra scar on its face, and it looks much tougher than before.

Zheng Qing stared at the scar a few more times, and very suspicious that the owner of the forest cat was a student of the Starry Sky Academy. It was supposed to be the only students at that college who would treat the scars on their pets' faces as medals instead of erasing them with potions.

The place where the forest cat lies on its stomach has not changed much compared to last year. But according to Zheng Qing's observations, the big cat has been staring at the best habitat on the cat's fruit tree, which is Zheng Qing's 'throne', and it seems that a few months have made it regain the courage to challenge Zheng Qing.

It's just that the cat sitting on the 'throne' at the moment is not the big black cat incarnated by Zheng Qing, but a small white cat.

The little white cat is not tall enough to be tall, with a light physique, not sharp teeth, and unfavorable claws, and it looks like an ordinary pastoral cat. But it can lie down among the best branches of the cat's fruit tree, lazily napping, and seems to be completely oblivious to the covetous eyes of the forest cat and other big cats a few meters away.

This is entirely due to Zheng Qing's huge deterrent power to the cat herd before.

Fox fake tiger might, that's all.

Zheng Hei Cat hid in the bushes, his eyes moved from one hair ball to another, carefully observing the movement of each hair ball, and screening if there was a cat that had secretly flown the paper crane for him.

But there was nothing unusual about him other than seeing individual cats licking each other's fur or catching bugs.

Even their posture when they nap is not much different from last year.

This greatly frustrated the black cat.

After observing for ten minutes and making sure that there was no way to find the sender, Zheng Qing finally decided to show up to see if the sender had any other requests.

He straightened his front legs forward, pouted his buttocks, and stretched out a big lazy waist.

Then he flicked his tail and began to burrow out of the bushes.

With each step forward, he grew in size and doubled in momentum. Correspondingly, his steps are constantly increasing. In this way, after walking seven or eight steps, the black cat was already standing under the cat fruit tree.

At this time, he was the size of a black panther.

The black cat raised his head, looked at the subordinates on the cat fruit tree with a scrutinizing gaze, and muttered for a long time, and finally held back a 'meow' with difficulty—benefiting from the influence of thickened skin, he was already able to switch freely between cats and humans.

It's just that as far as learning cat meow, meow meow, it's not a big deal.

No one saw it anyway.

The cats on the cats and trees moved when they heard the sound, and they all stood up, clamped their tails between the two strands, flattened their ears, and lay down, and responded to the leader's shouting with a well-behaved 'meow'.

Compared to other cats, white cats are much calmer.

She squinted at the cat leader 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 remembered very well that the last time she saw the black cat, it had red eyes—and the white cat was very impressed with this, because she thought it was a demon.

But now, she stared at the black cat under the tree, her black pupils closing into a line.

The eyes of the black cat turned black.

It hadn't come as she had expected it—or rather, she had foreseen it since she had flown out of the crane not long ago—the little white kitten narrowed her eyes with a hint of danger in her eyes. She clearly remembers the scene of her lying on the head of the black cat last semester, and she also clearly remembers the scene when she and Li Meng were walking on the boulevard and hugged a certain black cat into her arms.

This gave her the urge to beat up the black cat.

Holding back, Jiang Xiaomei kept repeating this word in her heart, silently hinting to herself that as long as she pretended not to know, no one would know about those embarrassing things.

A series of evidence in his mind has been threaded into a line under these discolored eyes, which makes the little white cat annoyed, but also a little suspicious in his heart.

If the black cat was really changed by Zheng Qing, then why could he become bigger and smaller at will? This is completely inconsistent with the magic theorem! Could it be that he is a Druid?

Zheng Qing didn't know what the white cat was wondering about.

Feeling that the deterrent effect had been achieved, the forest cat that was originally ready to move waited for the big cat to be well-behaved again, and the black cat shook its fur with satisfaction, and its body shrank to a certain height again.

Then, with a few steps, he climbed briskly up the cat-fruit tree and came to his 'throne'.

"Ahem. ”

The black cat coughed dryly twice, signaling that the little white cat could move the place, and only the cat king could lie on his stomach on the throne.

The little white cat glanced at him, and had no intention of getting up, but leaned sideways and moved to the side, leaving half of the space for the black cat.

The black cat shook his beard - I don't know if it was an illusion, when the little white cat leaned at him just now, he vaguely felt a little numb in his scalp - but looking at the petite size of the little white cat, the black cat finally determined that it must have been an illusion just now.

It must have been stretching his waist and pulling his tendons before, he comforted himself so much in his heart.

Seeing that the little white cat did not intend to move the place, the black cat finally purred and lay on the rest of the throne like a cheetah, holding its head high and scanning the surroundings majestically.

Hell, I still haven't seen the sender.

The black cat tugged at his ears irritably, but his body remained motionless, maintaining the momentum that a cat king should have.

He had a hunch that he was going to spend the afternoon here today.