Extra three The Cat's Story

Zheng Qing felt he had increasingly fallen in love with being a cat.

Lazily lying under the warm sun, sniffing the aroma of fresh grass, chewing on the nectar trickling from flowers, purring contently, he basked in the beauty and ease of life.

When hungry, he'd swipe a chicken leg from the canteen; when thirsty, he'd sneak into the Hundred Herb Gardens to lick the dew from the flowers; when bored, he'd catch mice and give them a good thrashing; when bothered, he'd call over a gang of underlings to zoom through the academy.

No burdens of exams, no irritations of homework, no worries about Hunting Team Training, no need to manage the small shop business. In his spare time, he'd whack moles and occasionally pat a Kappa on the head.

Of course, it would be even better if that little white cat would improve its temper a bit.