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"Xing." San Yue Qi didn't know what he was thinking of, and turned his gaze to the girl beside him, "When you were rummaging through the trash can..."
Hearing this, Xing shook his head, "I can still find some credit points, so it's not all garbage."
Hearing this, Sanyueqi nodded, and the next moment, shock appeared on his face again, "Did someone in the space station really throw credit points into the trash can?"
"What are you talking about March?" Estelle came over, her questioning eyes swept over March 7, and finally stopped at Cheng Che, "Come on, add me as a friend."
As she spoke, Esta typed her contact number into her phone and placed it in front of Cheng Che, "Maybe I'll need to contact you about something in the future."
Cheng Che glanced at the phone that had been cleared by the system's last words, and hesitantly clicked on an unfamiliar chat app, "Is this it?"
Estelle nodded, then hesitated after adding her friend.
She squinted her eyes and raised her phone, looking at the profile picture and name on it, "You..."
Esta hesitated for a moment, her strange eyes fell on Cheng Che's face, and then gradually moved down to his chest, "Are you single?"
Cheng Che hugged the trash can tightly in his hand and thought for a while, "Single, but the future is uncertain."
I can’t say it’s certain, otherwise I’d be really lonely if the poisonous milk went off.
Esta pursed her lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped herself.
"What do you want to say?" Cheng Che took a look at the scattered things in the box, turned around tiredly and threw them into the trash can again.
Not only can you not help, but you may also be treated as a hooligan.
Esta hesitated for a long time before turning over the phone screen. She said earnestly but with a hint of curiosity, "If you are single, then... do you have the fun of cross-dressing? But I can't understand why you would hide the knife in..."
At this point, Estelle's eyes fell on Cheng Che's chest, "I also want to ask, is it true?"
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, then clicked on his own profile picture.
The avatar was exactly the same as the phone case, showing a woman in purple clothes who was trying to build him into a statue.
"There's no fun in cross-dressing, but it's not wrong to watch others cross-dressing." Cheng Che took a deep breath and silently replaced his Thor avatar with a hand with the middle finger raised.
This action fell into the eyes of several people around, and every move was full of attempts to cover up.
Xing hesitated for a moment and added a note after Cheng Che's contact information.
【Cheng Che (hip/sick/pervert/garbage snatcher)】
On the side, San Yue Qi's face was full of interest, and he leaned close to Estelle, "I was wondering how someone could hide a knife in their chest, it must be fake, right?!"
"That's fine..." Estelle thought for a moment, "Maybe Jizi can do it."
Sanyueqi blinked and shook his head, "Impossible, but it is very likely that Jizi hid the weapon under her skirt."
"You'll get acne if you say bad things." Cheng Che patted his clothes, stretched out his hand with an indifferent look, and touched the edge of his upper lip with his fingertips, "It's right here."
San Yueqi raised his head, his eyes sincere and serious, "Is this sentence poisonous?"
"It depends on fate." Cheng Che responded casually.
As soon as he finished speaking, three identical pimples appeared on the lips of the three girls in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It felt like I had stayed up all night for three nights, enjoying hotpot with wine and milk tea in between.
Cheng Che's pupils trembled and he took a step back in shock.
Traveling through time, can the poisonous milk still have this effect?
"I..." San Yueqi reached out his hand blankly and touched the pimple beside his mouth. His expression suddenly changed. "I can't take selfies!"
As she spoke, the pink-haired girl quickly fished out her phone from her bag and held it up to the light, a look of horror written all over her face.
Xing narrowed his eyes and still looked uninterested, "Can't the star core suppress your toxicity?"
She is not a serious person, she has a star core in her body!
"I think..." Esther was confused for a moment and took out her phone, "I should order some acne products."
"You don't mind giving me some, right?" Xing turned to look at Estelle and said seriously, "I think March needs this too!"
"My face!" Sanyueqi let out a heart-wrenching roar, his voice full of grievance, "How can I photoshop this..."
Amidst the howling of ghosts and wolves, Cheng Che spoke with a blank expression and seemingly insincere words.
"Feel sorry."
……
restaurant.
Cheng Che was sitting facing the wall with a plate of dried earthworms in his hand, while the long table next to him was filled with people who looked familiar yet not quite familiar.
Ji Zi supported her chin with one hand and for the first time gave up the fragrant coffee and held a glass of ice water in her hand.
On the other side, two men were looking down at their phones, their fingers almost leaving afterimages on the phones.
Looking further away, most of the people in the space station staff restaurant had their heads down and said nothing, as if they couldn't show their faces to others.
Cheng Che flipped the bowl in his hand with his fork, "Can I ask...is there no other food in the space station?"
what is this?
Dried earthworms with cucumber flavor?
Are these potato chips? Can they be cucumber or tomato flavors?
"The food in the staff cafeteria hasn't been changed for a long time. Are you interested in synthetic meat?"
The brown-haired man raised his head and put his phone on the table. There was a shiny red pimple on the corner of his mouth. "But I am still more interested in what you have to say."
Cheng Che raised his eyes and scanned the pimples that appeared one after another in the restaurant.
"So what did I do to deserve you all to say bad things about me?" Cheng Che thought again and again. Although he was nervous because he had just arrived, his expressionless face clearly showed that he was in charge and could be powerful even without any reason.
The calm man pushed his glasses up and said slowly, "Maybe it was your buttocks that were so eye-catching that smashed through the Starry Sky Train?"
Cheng Che put down his fork and touched his hips. "Ah, so that's it. I thought there wasn't a straight one in the space station..."
One by one, they stared at him like a pervert.
"Hmm? Straight?" Walter Yang pushed his glasses again, not paying any attention to the pimples at the corners of his mouth. "What do you mean? What are you talking about? Can you explain it to me?"
"Some unimportant things." Cheng Che refused to accept the dried earthworms, poured himself a glass of water, and then looked seriously at Walter Yang, "But I really have a question I want to ask you."
"Please speak." Walter Yang raised his eyes, waiting for the new guest's questions.
Cheng Che folded his hands on the table, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, "Excuse me, do you have a brother named Morax?"
Chapter 5 Congratulations, you no longer have a wife.
"This is your bedroom."
The unidentified creature, which was less than knee-high, walked unsteadily in front of Cheng Che with its two big ears drooping.
After a while, Pam stopped and turned around, looking up at Cheng Che, "This is it. If you have any questions, you can come to me, or anyone else."
Cheng Che pushed the door open, took a look, and nodded, "Okay."
The room is on the side of the train, and you can see the station platform through the window.
There is a small table and a sofa chair in the corridor, and facing the window is the glittering starry sky. Huge planets are suspended in the space framed by the car windows, as if within reach.
Cheng Che looked at Pam again and asked in confusion: "Are you a rabbit?"
Pam:…
"I'm the conductor!" Pam looked up at Cheng Che, "You can ask Ji Zi or San Yue about the rules on the train, or you can ask me, but I want to tell you a new rule."
Hearing this, Cheng Che nodded, "You go ahead."
"Don't talk nonsense." Pam's eyes were calm, and her tone was completely different from her childish voice. "It's only directed at you."
If we go on, this train will not be delayed, it will be cancelled directly.
Cheng Che pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay."
Pam nodded and turned to leave.
Looking at Pam's step, Cheng Che hesitated for a moment, "Don't you need to hold your ears? It's easy to fall like this--"
"pat-"
The petite conductor stepped on her ears and turned around, the fear on her face not seeming fake.
With a thud, Pam fell to the ground.
The conductor's small hat on his head rolled down and rolled to the door of the guest compartment.
Walter Yang pushed open the door of the carriage, covered the corners of his mouth with an ice towel and lowered his eyes.
He looked at the small hat at his feet, raised his head and pushed his glasses, "Did Cheng Che speak again when I didn't know?"
Cheng Che leaned against the window, spread his hands innocently, and said calmly, "It's the conductor's ears that are too long."
Pam buried her face in the carpet for a long time in silence before she propped herself up.
He turned his head and glanced at Cheng Che resentfully, then quickly ran towards the observation car, picking up Walter's hat on the ground when he passed by.
Ying...the new passenger is poisonous!
Cheng Che opened his mouth and said, "Be careful, that door is heavy, don't..."
"Shh." Walter Yang reached out and pushed open the partition door for Pam, then turned around and gestured to Cheng Che.
Cheng Che pursed his lips and sat on the sofa in the corridor.
Pam stumbled out of the guest compartment and threw herself into the arms of Ji Zi, who was studying how to repair the roof. Her voice was full of accusations and grievances, and could be heard through the door.
Walter used an ice towel to stick to the pimples on the corners of his mouth, and looked at Cheng Che and thought for a while, "Is there any pattern in your poisonous words?"
As he said that, Walter took two steps forward, knocked on the door next to him, and said in a deep voice: “Dan Heng.”
"Maybe, but I haven't summarized it." Cheng Che's eyes fell on the scenery outside the window, fiddling with his mobile phone to take pictures.
The door made a slight sound, and a man with short black hair walked out of the house. The pendant on his ear swayed slightly with his movement, and the red under his eyes could not dilute the coldness in his blue-gray eyes.
“I think you’ll be interested in new friends.” Walter patted Dan Heng’s shoulder, put his palm on Dan Heng’s back and pushed him towards Cheng Che, and said softly: “After all, we all have the same acne, don’t we?”
Hearing this, Dan Heng's eyelids twitched.
His eyes swept over the glaring and eye-catching pimple on Walter's lips, and he nodded silently.