Compared with the blazing sunshine in summer, the sun in late autumn seems much gentler. Just as people get older and become more sophisticated, their anger will naturally decrease.
Zheng Qing closed his eyes and huddled in the bed.
The wind outside the window seems to be particularly noisy today. The branches are blown and the leaves are crackling on the window, giving people the feeling that it is raining heavily outside.
The young wizard curled up and buried himself deeper into the bed.
Whether it's a strong wind or a heavy rain, it's a good time to sleep.
What's more, today is Saturday.
The sky is big and the earth is big, sleeping is the biggest.
Zheng Qing smacked his lips, as the strange smell of the potion from last night still seemed to remain in his mouth. I wonder if it was because it was too warm, and his thinking was a little slow.
A familiar purr sounded in his ears, and a furry head got into Zheng Qing's bed and rubbed around.
Be honest, fat cat!
Zheng Qing yawned, pushed Tuantuan out of bed with a slap, and then wagged his tail happily.
Wait, tail?!
The young wizard shuddered and his eyes immediately widened.
The quilt that was supposed to be dark was completely covered with details, and the small snow-white flowers of different shapes on the lining were clearly displayed in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.
The quilt was lifted again.
The dazzling light outside the bed made Zheng Qing's pupils shrink slightly. Before his chaotic brain could completely turn around, a huge cat face suddenly appeared.
Damn it!
Zheng Qing screamed in fright, jumped up from the bed, turned over and hung under the curtain of his bed.
Perhaps this strange scream seemed too scary. Not only was the huge cat face trembling back in fear, but the purring sounds in the dormitory also stopped abruptly.
"Tuantuan, be quiet!" A warning murmur came from Fatty Xin's bed.
"Dong dong dong." There was also a dull knocking sound in Dylan's coffin.
The fat cat squatted obediently on Zheng Qing's bed, its tail wrapped around its feet.
Soon, the dormitory was filled with snoring, and the sound remained the same.
Zheng Qing finally let go of his claws and fell off the tent.
He turned over deftly in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground.
Then he squatted on the ground, raised his two snow-white, furry paws, and looked over and over.
"Snapped."
Tuantuan bit a small mirror and threw it in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.
The young public-funded student was stunned for a few seconds, and finally came to his senses and looked down at the small mirror.
In the mirror, a black cat opened its mouth, showing its sharp teeth.
Zheng Qing seemed to notice the coldness on the tip of his tongue and quickly closed his mouth.
The black cat in the mirror also closed its mouth.
Has he turned into a cat?
The young wizard looked at the mirror repeatedly, raising his paws, shaking his ears, shaking his beard, grinning, and making various grimaces. Finally, he confirmed that the black cat in the mirror was himself.
"What kind of cat have I changed into?" Zheng Qing turned to look at Tuantuan, opened his mouth and tried to ask.
Then a harsh 'ouch' sound broke the silence in the dormitory again.
This unpleasant sound even startled Zheng Qing himself.
"Tuantuan!!!" Fatty Xin howled on his bed.
The dormitory fell into silence again.
The fat cat next to him looked at the black cat with a sneer on his face - for the first time, Zheng Qing knew that cats could communicate with each other using expressions. He also knew that he could not count on the orange cat next to him who looked like the same kind.
With the experience of speaking twice, the young wizard finally learned to behave a lot.
He jumped up and nimbly shuttled between tables, chairs and benches, and finally came to Dylan's huge full-length mirror.
This time, he finally saw his whole face clearly.
He has a round head, small ears, covered with dark clouds and snow, and his body is covered with shiny black hair, as smooth as silk satin; his four paws are as white as if he had stepped on four snowballs.
The only thing missing is the eyes.
Perhaps because Zheng Qing's right eye was originally bruised, the black cat's right eye was blood red; only the left eye was similar to other black cats, like a copper bell, yellow and shining brightly.
Fortunately, the red color of the right eye is crystal clear, which makes up for this shortcoming to a certain extent.
so cute!
Zheng Qing looked in front of the mirror for a long time. He couldn't help but squat down, raised his two chubby front paws and rubbed his round face.
Well, although Beard doesn’t like this action very much...but the claw feels really good!
He flicked the sharp claws between his toes and waved his front legs, leaving a series of deep marks on the snow-white wall.
If it weren't for the fear that the inspector from the dormitory management department would deduct points, Zheng Qing would have almost carved the words "Zheng Damiao here as a souvenir" with his claws on this wall.
The elves also woke up at some point.
They flapped their wings silently and looked at the strange black cat in front of them curiously with their big pure eyes. Although it felt a bit familiar, the smell was very unfamiliar. This made the elves seem a little wary.
Zheng Qing stretched his front legs and stretched lazily - he had been envious of the cat's action for a long time.
It's really very comfortable.
The black cat's whiskers trembled, showing a satisfied expression.
It raised its head, looked at the dormitory that suddenly became much more spacious in front of it, and swept its tail behind it.
It's time to leave.
You have to leave—no, escape the dormitory—while everyone else is still asleep.
She looks so cute, if those beasts find her, she will be ravaged!
Absolutely not allowed.
Zheng Qing thought narcissistically and arbitrarily.
He opened his mouth, then immediately closed it, turning his head to look at the orange cat squatting on the desk at some point.
Are you leaving? He asked with his eyes.
Tuan Tuan snorted disdainfully, put his paws under his belly, and looked down upon the new cat in front of him. For an orange cat who loves warmth and comfort, the early morning campus is obviously not attractive.
Zheng Qing no longer hesitated, and jumped a few times between the table and the bed, and came to the balcony.
This series of actions seems to be instinctive and very skillful.
This made the young wizard very doubtful whether he was reincarnated as a cat in his previous life.
Turning back and taking one last look at the sleeping dormitory, Zheng Qing decisively squeezed open the window sash, stepped on the steep cliff, and jumped down.
This was the first time he left the dormitory on the catwalk.
The morning breeze was whistling in my ears, and the noisy birds not far away were chasing each other in mid-air, quarreling over a bug.
In front of us are the cliffs and the thick branches that stretch across them. Occasionally, we can see squirrels and mountain rats building nests among the branches and stones and collecting dried fruits.
Zheng Qing jumped quickly among rocks and branches.
The blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, and an indescribable impulse was brewing in his heart.
"Ouch..."
He howled at the top of his lungs:
"From today on, be a happy cat!"
"Feed the dogs, climb trees, sleep until paralysis."
"From today on, care about mice and frogs."
"I am a black cat, sharpening my claws and walking around!"