Qingshan Middle School wasn't very big, and the rat wasn't going to wait for the bunch of idiots inside the tower anymore; he decided to find a way to leave the instance first.
After leaving the dormitory, he headed to the teaching building, where he saw many students and teachers along the way.
Nobody was paying attention to him, the mouse thought, but he kept feeling an intense itch on his skin… His hand unconsciously began to scratch his arm, at first every half minute, but soon it became 10 seconds, 5 seconds…
"It itches," the mouse muttered. "It itches so much."
His fingernails kept scratching the skin on his arm.
It's getting itchier and itchier.
Not only my arms, cheeks, neck, chest, back, thighs... I'm itchy everywhere.
He scratched his skin frantically, unable to even walk, as if scratching was the only thing on his mind at that moment.
"It's so itchy, so itchy, why is it so itchy?"
The rat's claws were already covered in bits of flesh scraped from its own skin... and its arms were covered in wounds.
finally!
The mouse scratched the itchiest spot on its arm so hard it broke open...
A tuft of white feathers emerged from the skin.
Then, feathers sprouted from every inch of his body.
Cheeks, arms, chest, back... countless feathers pierced his skin...
The mouse tugged at the feathers that had popped out of its body. "Haha, now it doesn't itch anymore."
As he spoke, feathers began to sprout from his tongue, and then from his eyes...
The students at Qingshan Middle School watched as someone suddenly began frantically scratching his skin, muttering something—he seemed perfectly normal, yet he kept complaining of how itchy it was, and even as he collapsed to the ground, he was still saying it—
"It's so itchy, so itchy."
A school cleaner found a rat lying in the hallway. "Who littered here?"
He muttered to himself, then dragged the mouse away.
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