The yellow-breasted civet originally did not intend to show up.
Instead of having to deal with all kinds of messy things outside, it prefers to shuttle between the gaps in different spaces, hide in corners where others cannot see, and quietly observe someone who is unconscious.
But the reality is that if it doesn't take action, someone is going to be captured - and for a cat who knows a little bit of the facts, that's a worst-case scenario.
Just like a photography enthusiast, watching an ugly duckling mixed in with the ducks, watching it grow up day by day, and enjoying it. Watching the winter pass, the little duck has grown up and is about to flutter its wings, but unexpectedly...
A vulture descended from the sky and snatched away the ugly duckling that had not yet fully grown up.
Is there anything more heartbreaking than this?
In fact, no matter from which angle you look at it, this year’s winter hunting activities deviated greatly from the ‘First University Extracurricular Practical Activities’ that Huang Huali had envisioned.
Of course, the name of the yellow-breasted civet is not called the yellow-breasted civet.
In order to avoid being caught by detection magic, this codename will be used here for the time being.
According to past practices and clichés, the so-called winter hunting means that the school marks out hunting areas with different levels of danger on the edge of the Silent Forest, and then puts students with different abilities into them to clean up the 'pests' in the hunting areas. There are
When there are not enough pests outside the school, the school will entrust other agencies to provide some fresh prey.
In general, this should be a large-scale exercise with a plan, a plan, and a directional outcome. It is a very guaranteed and safe final assessment activity.
Of course, due to the early onset of the Silent Wave this year, the number and types of 'pests' that escaped from the Silent Forest were a bit excessive. But this is still under the control of the school.
It's just that an unplanned 'small sandbox world' appeared in the D-A hunting area. As this small world slowly collapsed, with Fei Rui, four uninvited guests, Su Shijun and the unknown big hand...
Taking turns taking turns, the yellow fox finally couldn't continue to observe secretly.jpg.
If you don't use your claws, the little brother will be snatched away by that big hand!
Fortunately, at the last moment, it finally contacted the gentleman who was far away in an unpredictable place.
"Hey... the old man can't come, so I let you top the tank?"
The voice in the black hole was neither urgent nor slow, and it seemed that he was not surprised at all by the appearance of the golden civet. But unlike the calm voice, the originally open big hand made a hand gesture in an instant, and at the same time retracted and waved.
An extremely cautious attitude.
"Noisy!"
The yellow tabby was forced to show up and had a bad temper. He raised his paw and slapped the big hand.
When the little furry paw first swung, it was only the size of a bottle cap; then it quickly grew in size, becoming the size of a cup, a bowl, and a pot lid; by the time the paw reached the entrance of the black hole, it had grown to a diameter of just over two meters, not much more.
Okay, so I just blocked the hole.
The big hand shrinking at the entrance of the black cave was unambiguous. With six fingers flying, it instantly produced a dazzling series of hand gestures: "Jie...bi...nan...shan! Wei...shi...yan...yan!!"
"boom!!!"
The huge cat claws hit the shadow of a rocky mountain heavily, making a deafening roar that made Zheng Qing's ears buzz. Compared with it, the buzzing sound coming from the black hole before
The hoarse voice seemed as pleasant to the ear as clear spring water.
"Are your paws covered with fleshy pads?" The hoarse voice in the black hole continued to tease the civet, and his tone became more and more vicious: "...I always heard others say that cats have nine lives...I don't know.
You have lived for so long, how many lives do you still have left?"
"I estimate that I still have seven or eight lives left." Huang Huali replied unceremoniously: "It's you, although I don't know how many lives you have left... but one will be missing today. That's for sure.
I am very sure."
"I doubt that your furry little paws can calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within ten." Along with this mocking voice, the big hand under the shadow of Yanshan also gestured a provocative middle finger, and
He ticked the yellow raccoon dog.
No matter how you look at it, there will be a cat-hand battle.
The yellow raccoon originally had its back hunched and its tail erect, staring viciously at the big hand under the shadow of the rocky mountain, as if it could pounce on it at any time and tear it to pieces.
But for some unknown reason, it suddenly put away its posture and resumed its usual lazy look of a cat.
Zheng Qing soon learned the reason for Huang Huali's change of attitude.
"Forgive me! Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, startling him.
Looking back, there was a short and fat figure wearing a robe and black-rimmed round glasses. It was Mr. Wu, the owner of Sanyou Bookstore, who taught Zheng Qing the knowledge of talismans.
Zheng Qing's eyes tightened and he sniffed, but a big smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
"Hello, sir!" He immediately turned around, straightened his robes, and bowed respectfully to the figure.
Mr. Wu did not answer, but stretched out his hand to grab Zheng Qing's collar, straightened it out, and taught him a lesson: "A scholar cannot be ungrateful. The responsibilities are long and the road is long. Isn't it also important to be benevolent as one's own responsibilities? After death, there is no such thing."
Is it even far away?"
Zheng Qing nodded as if he understood.
Not far away, Su Shijun looked at Mr. Wu's fat figure with a shocked expression. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Mr. Wu glanced at her, nodded, and praised: "It's absolutely beautiful and perfect."
After saying that, he looked around, looking at the scattered pines and cypresses lying on the ground, looking at the snow mixed with mud and blood, looking at the nervous assistant teaching team and the young wizards of the Exoneration Hunting Team in the distance, and felt deeply.
He sighed deeply and said, "As the years get colder, I know that the pines and cypresses will wither."
"Hiss... hehe... the old man is dropping his book bag again." The hoarse voice in the black hole laughed strangely and interrupted the gentleman unceremoniously: "How can you explain that you are old and yet you are dead?"
The teacher smiled and replied: "I forget to eat when I work hard, and I forget about my worries when I am happy. I don't know how old I am."
Just as he was asking and answering this question, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong. He looked around, looking at Su Shijun who still looked shocked, looking at the golden civet lying motionless on the tree stump, and looking behind him.
The assistant coach and several companions from the Exoneration Hunting Team supported each other.
Especially since a minute ago, Fatty Xin had been pouring medicine into Assistant Teacher Hilda's mouth.
According to the size of the small medicine bottle, even if it was full of medicine, he should have drank it all. But the fat man kept holding the small medicine bottle, and the medicine bottle kept flowing out.
The young public-funded student finally realized something belatedly.