The black cat left the hunting ground with a belly filled with rage.
Along the way, his mind was churning with various horrifying thoughts - for example, buying breakfast for Zhang Ji Xin tomorrow morning and spiking it with barb beans or cockroach feces; or asking Assistant Hilda to put him and Zhang Ji Xin together in the afternoon practice class so he could teach the red-faced male wizard a lesson with a newly learned curse. Or he could pretend to write a love letter to the bad-tempered Li Meng in the name of Zhang Ji Xin, and make it a bit vulgar, using some crude words.
With all these tactics combined, the young scholarship student believed that the red-faced male wizard would be in deep trouble whether he survived or not.
Imagining the scene of Jiang Yu leading a slew of angry witches throughout the academy chasing down Zhang Ji Xin made the black cat hopping around in the shrubs chuckle. His mood was mysteriously much better.
