"Stalking is a good way. Zheng Qing is also a 'star figure' in the No. 1 university. Sending someone to follow him openly will not seem very abrupt."
"He is a man who is already very fond of causing trouble, and he must have been used to being followed."
"It is said that after the Halloween parade last year, for a while, he went to class with an invisibility every day, and pretended that he was not in school... I mean, that man was very timid, so he couldn't find someone who was too fierce to follow him..."
"Then send a witch! A cute and well-behaved girl!"
"Well, cute girl, I heard that he is quite a bit suckery. With Councillor Su, he also goes to provoke other witches. Taking this opportunity, we can let the girl try his depth..."
The black cat listened to the monsters around the conference table talking about themselves. He could only pinch his nose and listen to it barely, but when he heard the last passage, he finally couldn't help but clear his throat and interrupted:
"Sorry, watery poplar?"
The black cat's ears were pulled into a plane shape, and its tail was unconsciously swung around, staring at the Persian cat who used this word, trying hard to make its tone more kind: "If you remember correctly, this word doesn't seem to describe a witch!"
"What kind of male witch he is!"
The Persian cat - Ms. Leviathan - turned her beautiful big eyes upwards and snorted: "If he was still a man, he shouldn't have been hiding behind Congressman Su and faced everyone's doubts in a dashing manner!"
"Question? Why should I read this word "group fight"?" The black cat felt his nose a little crooked, so he quickly raised his claws and rubbed his nose.
"I can't even deal with group fights. What's the face to be the husband of Congressman Su!" Persian cat replied with confidence.
For a moment, Zheng Qing thought that Li Meng was hiding under the cat's skin on the opposite side. But immediately, he realized that Li Meng could not be a jealous lady - it must be admitted that the devils in the seven deadly sins have all developed a delicate heart. Li Meng was relatively honest and honest.
The black cat has nothing to say about the Persian cat's rebuttal.
But soon, Mr. Q's wisdom made him calm - the truth is told to people, what is the reason to discuss with cats? In this situation, even if you hear any vicious words, you must pretend not to hear them.
So the original scene came. It sat in the middle of the conference table and began to stare at the new buds emerging from the withered bonsai, allowing the other seven monsters around to continue discussing.
Until the meeting room is quiet again.
"...So, do you take this order or not?" The black cat raised his paws, wiped off the tears brought by the yawning from the corner of his eyes, looked around with a hazy look, waiting for the devils to answer.
"catch."
"Don't answer."
"catch."
"catch."
"Don't answer."
"catch."
The six devils raised their claws one after another and expressed their opinions. Four to two had already reached a final conclusion. However, from a fair perspective, the seven deadly sins still made the adults patient and woke up another sleeping guy in the conference room.
"Belfinger? Belfinger!"
The black cat woke up the peacock that looked more like a parrot and asked: "Do you think the seven deadly sins should be borne for the 'private information collection mission' of Zheng Qing from Jiuyou College, No. 1 University?"
As the spokesperson for "laziness", Belfinger can be said to have performed very well.
It yawned no less than the black cat, raised its wings, wiped off the eye poop on its cheeks, clicked the bird's beak, and gave an indifferent answer: "Don't you? Yes,..."
"Okay." The adults politely recorded its answer, summarizing: "So according to the principle of minority obeying the majority, the seven deadly sins accepted this task... Then the following question is, how to complete this task? As the envoy, I suggest that everyone divide the entire task into seven different small modules, each person is responsible for one of them..."
"Then you cross-investigate and verify our true identities based on the completion of different tasks?" The red little fox sneered and interrupted the black cat's suggestion.
The black cat spread his paws.
To be honest, it really didn't consider that situation before the fox spoke: "You can also agree on your own...just give me an approximate time to complete the task. But before that, for safety reasons, I suggest that the contract between the Seven Deadly Sins and the client clearly stipulates that the 'biological information' we provide shall not pose a life threat to the target."
The devils were quiet for a few seconds.
"Address!"
“Additional…”
The black cat's supplementary clause was not subject to any resistance and was approved unanimously. Even Belfinger, who had been dozing in a daze, raised his wings quickly.
"As for your respective tasks..."
The black cat touched the ruby ring on his wrist and was thinking about how to make these cunning guys feel more confident in their companions. The red fox took out a roll of parchment from his crotch.
"Old rules."
The fox passed the long roll of parchment to his side, and his tone seemed very familiar: "...Green Grocery Store, parchment that has not been opened yet."
The parchment rolls were safely circling around the conference table, and each devil carefully checked it.
"Then the adults, the sinner, cut out seven notes on the paper." The red fox pushed the parchment paper into front of the black cat. The black cat nodded with a very small amplitude, popped up a claw, and accurately cut out seven notes.
At the same time, the remaining parchment paper has been folded into a crooked paper box by several other animals.
"I knew we should have used some deformation techniques," the black and white pig complained, "I didn't feel so clumsy when I folded my hands before..."
"Think about everything in the right direction," Black Goat stomped his hooves comfortingly, stomping the bottom of the carton a little more flat: "...this can exercise our ability to control magic."
"You can record our tasks." The red fox bowed politely to the black cat's chest, and explained simply: "Each note records a task. You can throw the folded notes into the paper box later. We will draw lots on it. Merlin is on it, which is very fair to everyone."
It's indeed a good way.
The black cat curled his lips and took out an automatic quill from the ruby ring - it was not stupid enough to leave a real handwriting, even if it was just a cat now - and then he had time to look at the seven devils.
“We need someone to get his schedule.”
The small trumpet under the jaw of the blood-colored bat hanging on the high-back chair was buzzing, and the first one was to speak out: "Even if it was only a part... it is said that he has taken nearly ten more courses this semester, and some of the courses are difficult to get. These courses can be included in the allowable error."
"Super discussion." The other devils agreed.
The quill pen on the edge of the black cat's claw only simply left two words - the class schedule.