The black cat slipped out from behind the thick bed curtains, landed lightly on the floor, stretched contentedly, and let out a huge yawn, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
Perhaps those fangs posed a threat to the other fat cat in the room. The fat cat curled up at the foot of Fatty Xin's bed suddenly pricked up one ear, and the faint purring in its throat paused for a few seconds.
But soon, the fat cat's raised ear drooped again, and its purring resumed. Its sluggish sleeping mind had determined that there was no real threat in the room.
From beginning to end, the black cat paid no attention to the reaction of its other "kind" in the dormitory.
After jumping down from the bed, he strolled to the desk, skillfully pulled open a drawer, picked out the jade talisman he had prepared the day before, and hung it around his neck. Then he took one last look at Dormitory 403 at six in the morning—Dylan's Coffin was still empty, and he probably would not return to sleep until he finished his night classes half an hour later; Xiao Xiao slept quietly, looking more like a dead man than Dylan did; Fatty Xin, meanwhile, truly lived up to his massive build. He slept like a pig, his snores shaking the room and echoing perfectly with the fat cat curled at the foot of his bed.
There was also the little group of elves he kept. They hung in twos and threes outside his bed curtains, their bodies flickering with a light pale-green glow in rhythm with their soft breathing.
Zheng Qing felt that his little elves were becoming more and more accustomed to a wizard's schedule.
Saturday morning left the campus as quiet as ever.
The black cat