MTL - Hunting College-Chapter 74 Fat Cat Tuan Tuan

　　 Tuantuan is a male cat.

　　 To be precise, it is a fat male cat with yellow and white stripes and sea-blue eyes.

　　 More importantly, it is a civet.

　　 There is no essential difference between a civet and a demon cat, but the civet is more friendly to wizards.

　　 Tuantuan's usual life is very simple and comfortable.

　　 Its favorite thing is to gnaw a roasted golden and oily chicken leg, spread out lazily, squinting on the windowsill and snoring.

　　 occasionally has a leisurely sentiment. It doesn't mind shaking its fat body, walking small steps, strolling on the tiles in front of the window, and having in-depth and friendly exchanges with its uncivilized mothers.

　　 As a civet with a wide range of hobbies, it does not mind that the thriving girls in the college stimulate their sense of smell with their fragrant bodies.

　　 However, as a noble civet, it can't tolerate those new born three-legged cat tricks running wild in front of its authentic four-legged cat.

　　 Right now, it has encountered such a challenge.

　　 Several new students came on the balcony.

　　 This kind of thing is very common, and Tuantuan doesn’t care about it. Generally, these pink and tender rookies sigh and sigh with emotion, then they will retract back to the dormitory and do what every freshman should do.

　　 But these freshmen are not the same.

　　 "Do they treat me as those uncivilized wild cats?" Tuantuan stroked his beard angrily, and narrowed his blue eyes.

　　 In front of it, a small fish folded from talisman paper vividly shakes its head and tail, wandering in the void.

　　 "To be a fake fish? It's really unreasonable!" Squinted and glanced at the little fish swaying and shaking in front of them, rubbing their beards with a little annoyance: "What should I do?"

　　 "This is not fooled! What should I do?" On the balcony, several freshmen were also worried about this problem.

　　 "Would you like to try chicken thighs?" Fatty Xin seemed to think of something, and took out a USB flash drive with some pain.

　　 "The cat should eat fish." Zheng Qing muttered, taking back the little fish made of talisman paper with a bit of frustration.

　　 Fatty Xin inserted the USB flash drive into his large watch, and clicked a few buttons. A virtual screen jumped out of the void and suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

　　 "What is this?" Zheng Qing looked at this screen curiously.

"The storage space of the Qiankun 5.03 series." Xiao Xiao obliged to explain next to him: "The currently popular fifth-generation storage technology is created through advanced magic such as virtual realization and multi-dimensional superposition, combined with traditional void mustard and other alchemical techniques. It is easy to use, easy to carry, and adapts to the development of the world of white Ding. It is very popular in recent years."

　　 Fatty Xin nodded and poked a few times in the void.

　　 Five folders of ‘clothing’, ‘food’, ‘living’, ‘going’ and ‘use’ popped up on the virtual screen.

Then the fat man clicked on the folder named "food", and found the "favorite" column in the sub-directory, and found the "favorite" entry again, and finally found it from a long list The file named'chicken leg'.

　　 Click, and the pictures of five chicken legs floated quietly into the air.

　　 "Oh, there are exactly five." Dylan was afraid that Fatty Xin would not be able to hear him, so he leaned into his ear and said with a grin.

　　 took a vicious look at the blood-sucking werewolf, Fatty Xin gritted his teeth, selected all the painful ones, and chose to manifest.

　　 The silent Xiao Xiao took out a large plate in time and placed it under the picture of chicken legs.

A light blue light appeared over the plate, quickly sketching out the appearance of five chicken legs. With a few flashes, five hot chicken legs appeared on the plate in the fat man’s hands, and the rich marinade was smooth and tender. The skin and flesh rolled down, as if it had just been fished out of the pot.

　　 The scent of steaming rushes to the face.

　　 "It's... it's amazing!" Zheng Qing sighed for a long time, and finally sighed with admiration.

　　 "Hmph, this is nothing!" The fat man was proud again, and he picked up the plate in pain.

　　 Zheng Qing politely chose the smallest one, and then put it to the front of his eyes for a long time, without daring to speak.

　　 "This is our specialty." Fatty Xin licked his tongue and handed Xiao Xiao a chicken leg viciously: "It's too cheap for you."

　　 "Hmm." Dylan frowned, and looked at the three chicken drumsticks left on the plate with embarrassment.

　　 "You don't like chicken thighs, do you?" Fatty Xin looked eager, and then suddenly realized that he smiled openly: "I forgot, vampires or something, you can't eat these things."

　　 "But there is no such problem with werewolves or something." Dylan quickly grabbed a chicken leg, threw it into his mouth, and ate it clean in the blink of an eye, spitting out the smooth chicken bones with a ‘chih’.

　　 The smooth and slender chicken bones fell on the plate in Fatty's hand, making a ding-ding-dong-dong sound.

　　 There are traces of soup on Dylan’s lips. While chewing on the chicken, he grinned smirkly: “I’m just wondering whether to choose the fattest meat or the strongest meat.”

　　 Fatty Xin squeezed into the balcony without saying a word.

　　 The fat tabby cat didn't look like he was lazy just now. It rushed into the balcony like lightning, holding a chicken leg with two paws.

　　 Fatty Xin suddenly forgot the plate, opened his five claws to grab the last one, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

　　 One cat, one person, two fat pancake faces twisted, chewing, panting, and staring at each other fiercely.

　　 "A big pie face, two dead fish eyes." Fatty Xin spit out the clean chicken bones in his mouth, rubbed the fat face of the cat, angrily: "Not cute at all!"

　　 The fat cat grunted twice, but the cheeks were still squirming patiently.

　　 "How do you know it likes chicken legs?" Zheng Qing threw away the chicken bones in his hand, licked the smell of his lips, and looked at the cats and cats who had come to the table but still stared at each other, and asked curiously.

　　 "Who cares what it likes!" Fatty Xin still looked distressed, and was furious when he heard that: "Is my favorite, will anyone not like it?"

　　 "I don't like it." Dylan said slowly.

　　 "You are not a human!" Xin stretched out his fat index finger and shook it contemptuously: "Moreover, the one who eats the fastest has no right to speak!"

　　 "But that's a cat." Zheng Qing corrected.

　　 "Do you think the one who likes chicken thighs is a cat?" The fat man was confident.

　　 Zheng Qing nodded and shook his head again, always feeling that something was wrong.

The fat cat shook his ears, stretched his body lazily, raised his tail, and patrolled the dormitory like a lord carrying a flag, and finally chose a comfortable groove on the windowsill, which was stable Nested firmly in.

　　 He felt that there seemed to be a strange smell in this dormitory, not good or unpleasant, just strange.

　　 "Strange!" It stroked its slick beard and shook its head~www.novelbuddy.com~ resisting the huge curiosity rising in his heart: "Tsk tusk, curiosity killed the cat."

　　 But, judging by the oiliness of these pink and tender newcomers, I don't mind staying for a while.

　　 licked his fat and tender paws, Tuantuan snored with satisfaction, and found a very appropriate excuse for himself.

　　 "Are we sleeping on the board?" Zheng Qing, who had chosen a bed, asked the cold wooden board while holding on to it.

　　 "Did you not bring your own bedclothes?" Xiao Xiao on one side helped his eyes and said in surprise.

　　 "Of course I brought it." Zheng Qing's face turned red, and he hurriedly pulled out his gray packet.

"The school will equip you with something, but it's definitely not as comfortable as at home." Dylan's figure flashed, and the next moment he was already squatting on his bed. He smiled and looked at the other people, and hulled away the scarlet curtains on his bed. , A blue-black, old and heavy coffin lay firmly on his bed.

　　 Xiao Xiao's face paled.

　　 "I also added some materials myself, and the school will only give you a mattress." Xin patted his bulging bed with satisfaction, and fell on it with feeling, the wooden bed immediately made a heavy gasp.

　　 Zheng Qing looked sadly at his trembling bed and sighed.

　　 The plump fat cat on the windowsill squinted, wiping his beard lazily, and looked at the mess in the dormitory with a mockery.

　　 It's late after finishing the bed.

Spreading the coarse cloth sheets he brought with him on the thick mattress, Zheng Qing fell headlessly on it, pulled the quilt he had brought at home, and took a deep breath. The rich smell of cotton filled his nose. As warm as the Kang at grandpa's house.

　　 Thinking back to all the things that happened on this day, looking forward to tomorrow, thinking about it, couldn't help but fall asleep.