After Tuantuan stepped on him a few times, Zheng Qing suddenly felt an urge to turn into a cat and stroll around campus.
The feeling came so fiercely that he did not even wait for the fat cat to step on him for a full hour before handing over the chicken leg and chasing him off the bed.
Tuantuan was more than happy to oblige. Without any hesitation, he ran off with the chicken leg in his mouth.
Although winter had already passed, night still fell fairly early. Around six in the evening, the campus was shrouded in a hazy gloom, and people could not be seen clearly from a few dozen meters away—at least, not by humans.
But for Zheng Qing, transformed into a black cat, the dimming sky was just right. His eyes would not turn into glowing yellow lanterns beneath the streetlights, and his body could blend perfectly into the gauzy night, without drawing meowing calls from passersby.
He leaped out of the dormitory through the balcony, crossed several woodland paths, and after wandering in circles around Linzhong Lake, the black cat finally headed for the Cat Fruit Tree in the little grove.
A cat wandering around alone always felt somewhat off.
Unlike usual, the Cat Fruit Tree seemed rather lively today.
Several mottled tabbies were arching their backs and growling threateningly at one another. Between them, a little green frog with its head bitten off twitched intermittently. For the cats and dogs on campus, there was not much food they could hunt freely. Frogs from Linzhong Lake and the Red-banded Snakes that occasionally slithered through the grass were among the finest wild delicacies.
No, the frog was not the point.
The point was that, as the leader of the Cat Group, Zheng Qing had once strictly