Chapter 247 The first time the black cat participated in the meeting
The 'special black cat' that Zheng Qing was talking about is the shadow cat that has been recruited into the 'relevant departments'. As a sharp-edged creature that once stood out in the 2008 freshman competition, it is not difficult for some thoughtful people in the school to pay attention.
Be aware of its existence and the subtle connection between it and Zheng Qing.
In particular, the word "Zheng Qing" has been particularly popular in school recently.
So he should be more cautious.
"Who do you plan to let use the polyjuice potion?" Xiao Xiao quickly understood Zheng Qing's intention and turned to think about the feasibility of this method.
Zheng Qing's eyes lingered on him and Fatty Xin for a moment, and he asked tentatively: "Is there anyone who volunteers?"
Unexpectedly, the first person to raise his hand—or rather, his paw—was the fat cat Tuantuan, who was sitting upright at the desk, showing great interest in the forgiveness training.
Zheng Qing still clearly remembered the chaos caused by Fat Mao when he replaced Fatty Xin in a magic philosophy class last year. Even if Jiang Yu was not here tonight, he did not want to leave anyone else, especially the fringe hunting team, with a stupid look.
A strange impression.
So he raised his gaze slightly and pretended not to see the claw.
Following closely behind the cat, Fatty Xin hurriedly raised his hand.
He was just startled by the young public-funded student's suggestion and was slightly distracted, but unexpectedly he was overtaken by a cat, especially that cat had a history of 'pretending to be someone else'.
As for the reason for distraction, it was because the moment he heard Zheng Qing's suggestion, the fat wizard immediately had a series of various thoughts in his mind, including but not limited to using Zheng Qing's identity to inquire about information and secretly interviewing people from Qingqiu Mansion.
The fox maid can even pretend to be Zheng Qing and go to the school newspaper editorial office to be interviewed, tell some things that everyone likes to hear, and provide rich news materials to reporter classmates Xin Banner Schmidt-Bayer.
It must be emphasized that the ‘impersonation’ here is an impersonation that is authorized by the party concerned and is completely legal.
Because there were so many possibilities in his mind at that moment, the fat wizard was distracted for a moment, and was almost robbed of this opportunity by a cat.
Zheng Qing looked back slightly disappointed.
In fact, the best candidate in his heart is Xiao Xiao, but the doctor doesn't seem to be very interested in this proposal, so it seems that the only one who raised his hand is the fat wizard - well, there is also the cat.
"Since Tuantuan and Xin are the only ones to come forward..." Zheng Qing cleared his throat and was about to announce his final decision, but Xiao Xiao raised his hand to interrupt him.
The young public-funded student's voice stopped abruptly. He thought the doctor had changed his mind.
It's a pity that Xiao Xiao doesn't plan to take over this thankless job: "I don't plan to participate... I just want to remind you that there are other people in the dormitory who have raised their hands."
Zheng Qing looked in the direction of his finger.
But at some point, an arm was raised from Dylan's coffin, hanging feebly in the air.
"When did you wake up?" Fatty Xin pretended that he had just seen the arm, glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, and said with surprise: "...If you don't sleep at noon, why are you raising your hand!"
"When you mention 'blood', 'meat', 'eating' and 'drinking'..." Mr. Vampire Werewolf's yawning reply came from the coffin, sounding a little irritated.
"Don't you have classes tonight?" The fat wizard refused to give up and tried to persuade the most competitive opponent.
"It's Saturday, vampires also have a weekend, okay." Dylan's head finally popped out of the coffin, and his face looked extremely pale against the dark coffin board. He yawned again, and then added
: "I'm better at pretending. Anyway, I've lived to be seventeen or eight hundred years old..."
"Didn't you say one thousand three hundred years old before?" The fat wizard sneered, interrupting someone's bragging.
"Oh, is it so?"
There is no trace of embarrassment on Mr. Vampire Werewolf's face - to some extent, his face is indeed very consistent with the age he brags about: "After all, he is old, and it is not difficult to understand that his memory is slightly poor... By the way, in terms of months
I will definitely try my best to maintain the honor of the noble noble, and I will try my best to maintain the demeanor of 'Young Master Qingqiu'!"
When he said the last words, the sleepiness on Dylan's face disappeared, and his eyes sparkled.
Zheng Qing immediately decided:
"Then it's you!"
The fat cat and the fat wizard sighed together.
…
Facts have proved that Zheng Qing made a very wise choice by letting Dylan drink polyjuice potion to participate in the training camp on his behalf. This caution soon paid off unexpectedly.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Black Cat left the dormitory, randomly selected a building in the school, wore the ruby ring on his wrist, and walked down the stairs.
This was his first formal meeting of the Seven Deadly Sins, so he was inevitably a little nervous.
Following the instructions from his predecessor, he walked down the stairs for seven steps, then walked up three steps backwards, then walked down five steps, and then walked up one step backwards.
Under the stairs, white mist rolled out silently, submerging the entire staircase in an instant. The black cat passed through the white mist, and not long after, he saw a simple bronze secret door.
"Good evening."
The black cat cautiously greeted the green grimace on the bronze door.
"This is our first meeting...please give me some advice." The green ghost face twisted into a terrifying smile, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "I can see that you are indeed a suitable person to blame."
"How do you say that?" Black Cat pricked up his ears curiously.
"Hehe... Because like your predecessors, you like to be the last one to arrive in the conference room." The green grimace curled his lips and rolled his eyes up and down: "... You just go in naked like this?"
Sure enough, this guy is really annoying.
The black cat silently took out his own mask, claw gloves, and robe from the ruby ring. He stood up, put on the robe first, then the mask and claw gloves, and walked two steps.
Then it confirmed one thing, that is, cats are indeed not suitable for walking upright.
The heavy robe didn't make it any lighter just because it was a cat. The black cat was almost pressed into a ball, and it had to get down on all fours and walk like a real cat.
"If I were you, I would use a cane."
The ghostly face on the bronze door chattered, as if there were endless gossips: "Cat Fairy, hey, it's fun to imagine, this is the first time I let a cat enter my stomach... Please, please bring a few mice with you next time
Are you coming? I heard those little things are very delicious... Also, don’t drop your hair in the conference room..."
The black cat's eyes moved slightly - using a cane? It seems to be a good idea. You can try it next time.
Then it stood up, raised its paw, and knocked on the small bronze door in front of it with the ruby ring on its wrist. The grimace on the door stretched out its tongue and licked the ruby ring. The black cat endured it.
The urge to pull out a towel at the live site.
The small door opened silently.
Before entering the door, Black Cat heard chatter coming from inside.
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