High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 725 - 73: Goodbye to the Mouse Wearing a Vest_1

Chapter 725: Chapter 73: Goodbye to the Mouse Wearing a Vest_1

A few weeks ago, Zheng Qing had once come across a mouse dressed in a red vest in the corner of the academy’s office building.

At that time, he was pestering the Door God of Old Yao’s office, wanting to consult the professor about the abnormality in his shape-shifting spell. However, the sudden appearance of that mouse disrupted all — The Door God, Shen Tu Yu Lei, who was casually chatting with him, and even the big white cat at their feet, all seeming to have turned mute, no longer uttering a word after the mouse appeared.

Realizing the abnormality of the clothed mouse, the young scholarship student immediately exhibited his cat-like curiosity, followed behind the mouse, but eventually lost sight of it in front of a tree hole.

Even though he waited outside the hole for a long time that day, and even though he returned to that hole multiple times afterward, he never encountered that clothed mouse again.

In his idle moments, the young scholarship student even doubted if he was merely mistaken due to a moment of dizziness. After all, a dressed mouse was a rare sight even in the Wizard University. If it were indeed a spirit beast of the college or a shape-shifted form of a wizard, there would always be a hint from either professors or students.

But whether it was Professor Yao, classmates, or colleagues from the school staff patrol team, everyone expressed ignorance about the ’clothed mouse’ Zheng Qing brought up.

Nearly a month has passed in a blink of any eye, and as his academic and learning tasks increased, Zheng Qing had almost forgotten about that mouse.

Until his subordinate in the Cat Department, a certain Forest Cat helper, returned, carrying a clothed small mouse in his mouth.

"Is this the dressed mouse you were talking about?" Xiao Xiao squatted in front of the Forest Cat, holding a brush, carefully poking at the motionless little mouse on the ground with the brush tip, his voice filled with curiosity: "I remember you said it was wearing a red vest... But the one your subordinate brought back is wearing a green vest."

The soft brush tip poked at the mouse, leaving fleeting scars while the bloody spots bitten by the cat faded under the brush’s touch, gradually disappearing.

"Aren’t mice allowed to change clothes?" Xin Fat Man, with his ample bottom occupying the space meant for two, almost touched the mouse’s whiskers with his nose, lamented in a tone of immense sorrow: "How could I forget to bring a camera? What a news... what a prime subject!"

All of the fat man’s attention was on the mouse. His beer and the bucket of fried chicken in his arms had been tossed aside. A few cats of various sizes occasionally stretched out their claws to fumble in the bucket, pulling out a piece or two of delicious fried chicken as a treat for themselves.

There was even one Blue Cat that went up to the beer can, using a straw to sip the remaining beer in the can, its eyes turning red as it swayed about tipsily.

Of course, the ’majority’ of the hunter’s of the Absolution Hunting Team were not focusing on these cats.

For them, the dressed little mouse was obviously more attractive.

The reason for saying ’majority’ is because Elder Zhang Da had slightly unusual attention.

Contrary to others, he only glanced a few times at the half-dead little mouse on the ground while most of his attention was on the injured Norwegian Forest Cat that returned, "Tsk tsk...Didn’t expect that your subordinate is quite capable!"

Unlike the first time Zheng Qing saw him, the forest cat had returned covered in wounds. A small notch had appeared on his round ear tip, it seemed as if a mouse had bitten off a piece; under his orange apricot eyes, there were several deep scratches, and bright red blood was slowly seeping through his thick fur; not to mention his beautiful long fur, which looked as if it had been singed by fire, revealing patches of dry spots, making him look especially miserable.

Zheng Qing could not imagine what a cat had to go through to get hurt like this when catching a mouse!

"So brave, so powerful, so diligent," Zhang Ji Xin praised, extending his hand to gently stroke the forest cat’s back, repeatedly complimenting, "If my family wasn’t against it, I would definitely keep a big cat like this!"

Perhaps understanding Zhang Ji Xin’s praises, the forest cat abandoned its previous temper, proudly lifted its chin, and its curved whiskers almost reaching the sky.

"I want to see it too, I want to see it!!" Lin Guo had somehow climbed onto the Black Mountain Goat and was bouncing and shouting over the Red-Faced Male Wizard’s head, "I’ve never seen a mouse in clothes before!"

"You can just catch a mouse and put clothes on it!" The black cat sighed, unable to comprehend the little wizard’s intense curiosity— forgetting his own curiosity upon first seeing a dressed mouse. He glanced at the carefree cats still playing outside the circle, then looked at the forest cat, who was lifting his head high, and finally lowered his head, extended his paw, and patted Xiao Xiao’s back.

"Doctor, is the mouse dead?" The black cat coughed twice, interrupting Doctor Xiao’s research, asking.

"You’re a cat, right! Can’t you smell it?" Fat Man yelped from the side, his tone of voice filled with doubt.

"You’re the cat! Your whole family is cats! I am a freaking wizard from head to toe, okay! Don’t you know how to hold a human conversation!?" Upon hearing Fat Man’s words, the black cat instantly lost his temper. With a leap, he jumped onto Fat Man’s head, swinging his paws furiously and treating Fat Man’s head like a drum, banging away.

Surprisingly, it’s quite comfortable to smack Fat Man’s soft hair and meaty forehead -- no wonder that fat flower cat in the dorm likes to nap on his head.

Xiao Xiao ignored the shenanigans of a pair of rascals next to him. Finally, after poking the mouse’s eyelid with the tip of his pen, he let out a sigh, rubbed his back, and stood up: "It’s not dead... Even if your forest cat dies, this little thing will probably be fine."

"Its body is much stronger than any mouse I have ever seen... No, I think it’s even stronger than the fishmen in the Lin Zhong Lake!"

"And it’s sneaky, it can play dead."

Before he finished speaking, the small mouse, who seemed unresponsive and breathless, suddenly ’popped’ open its eyes, jumped up with a somersault, and was about to shoot out of the crowd.

But he didn’t anticipate a small white paw appearing behind him, firmly gripping his long tail, and holding him tightly in place.

"Meow?" With one paw on the mouse’s tail, the little puppet cat tilted its head and blinked its big eyes. It looked at the black cat lying on Fat Man’s head, not sure if he should kill this little mouse.

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