Page 34
At this point, Sangbo stretched out two fingers and shook Cheng Che's gift, "Can't your underwear be more decent?"
There are three strips in a box, and the three words "no fading" are written densely in different colors!
Is this a decent person's underwear? !
"It's not mine, it's yours." Cheng Che propped up his chin and observed the contestants fighting on the stage, and whispered: "It really won't fade, you try it."
Sambo: ...
"You have a strong desire for revenge..." Sambo was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses and sighed helplessly, "But how did you win so much money? It seems that you only took two from me..."
There's no way you can win with two coins!
"First, watch the game carefully and make him win eight or ten times." Cheng Che said calmly, his eyes always following the two sides fighting in the field, "Then start talking."
The kind with a low chance of winning, bet!
Then you keep honking at the opponent. As long as you honk fast and often enough, you will eventually kill the mouse.
In terms of quality and quantity, Cheng Che must have one.
Sambo: ...
Cheating!
This is cheating right?!
Where's the boss? Sambo wants to report!
Not knowing what he was thinking about, Sang Bo suddenly came back to his senses and stared at Cheng Che with wide eyes, "How are you going to play later?! Are you going to rely on your bad mouth too?!"
Cheng Che's eyes flashed with surprise, and he raised the furry slippers in his hand, "Crow Mouth Auxiliary, my output depends on this."
Just take a weapon for your own goodness’ sake. After all, it was found in the trash can, so the quality can’t be too bad.
Dan Heng pursed his lips and coughed lightly, "I hope your opponents won't team up to beat you up after you step off the ring."
It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.
Even if the other party wins, he still feels insulted, and it would be unreasonable not to beat him up.
Cheng Che glanced at the furry slippers in his hand and said, "Why? A pair of size 44 slippers are not worthy of attention?"
Ouch.
worry about what?
While he is trying to make money, he even has to curse the winner. Maybe he will win without even throwing away his slippers.
Sang Bo opened his mouth and carefully calculated in his mind the opponent that Cheng Che would encounter.
After a while, Sang Bo raised his head and looked at Dan Heng hesitantly, "Um... I have a question..."
Now it seems that this person is the only one who is a little serious.
Dan Heng raised his eyes and said in a cold voice, "If you want to ask whether Cheng Che can win or lose, I'm not sure, but it is obvious that you will lose money."
Cheng Che loses, but...
I can’t stand Cheng Che’s constant chatter!
Looking at all those drink cans on the table, don't you understand how many sentences he said in just one hour?
Sangbo blinked blankly, "Then I...will lose..."
His money!
His happiness!
No la!
"A good friend who I hit it off right away." After thinking for a while, Sang Bo's gaze fell on Cheng Che. His eyes were so sincere as if he was at a wedding oath-taking scene.
He pursed his lips and tried to show a kind smile, "You won't ignore me, will you? I, Sangbo, am your friend who you've known since you first met. I'm so kind-hearted and handsome..."
Chapter 39 Go back and find the toilet plunger!
"Must win."
Cheng Che counted the money in his hand, stuffed two bills into the waiter's hand, and earnestly instructed the cold-faced Xiao Qinglong who was about to play in front of him, "I bet all on you to win. If you lose, we will have to sleep in the trash can tonight."
Dan Heng lowered his eyes and didn't want to speak.
all?
There is so much money in the bag!
"We hit it off right away." Sambo blinked his eyes, pleading, "Now only you can help me recover my health. If you lose, then I, Sambo, will fight with you for the trash can!"
Although Cheng Che had not yet entered the game, Sambo watched Cheng Che make money again and again.
His bad luck paid off!
Then Cheng Che will definitely win? !
Hearing this, Dan Heng nodded, "I understand."
He stood up, walked out of the VIP seats, and headed towards the ring in the center of the venue.
"Brothers and sisters!"
A loud shout rang out, and the host's voice was passionate, "The next match will be the most exciting, thrilling, and shocking match of the day!"
Cheng Che moved his eyes and looked at the two people in the ring, "We can win."
For the protagonists, it would be unacceptable if they didn’t win.
"In fact, you can still make a lot of money even if you don't bet on your teammates." Dan Heng was concerned about his own pocket money, and Sangbo was obviously a little excited, "Look at our cold-faced little blue dragon! This temperament! This face! It can dazzle the opponent without fighting!"
"The serious and powerful newcomer - Cold-faced Little Blue Dragon, recommended by Deep Blue Brother!"
After the host said this, he waved his hand to the side.
Dan Heng had a calm expression on his face, his eyelids covering half of his eyeballs as if they were not open, and his arms folded across his chest, looking not only cold but also a little bit indifferent.
"Such aura..." Sang Bo shook his head with emotion and stroked the table with his palm, "The cold-faced little blue dragon is really amazing!"
The small cup in front of Cheng Che was empty, and the melon seeds that had accumulated inside it disappeared completely.
"I'll choke you to death." Cheng Che muttered in a low voice, his eyes falling on the opposite side of Dan Heng again.
The strangely shaped blue-grey robot looks like a trap with only three fingers.
"His opponents are a group of emotionless, explosive robots. Praise be to Master Swarovski!"
The host waved his hand again, and the sound aroused the emotions of the onlookers to a great extent.
Cheng Che narrowed his eyes, "It's flammable and explosive... What if I blow myself up?"
This kind of thing should be thrown out as a bomb.
Cold-faced Little Green Dragon...
Cheng Che's eyes moved to Dan Heng's face and he shook his head gently, "Dan Heng seems to understand facial paralysis more deeply than I do."
He really has facial paralysis, Danheng is really too lazy to have any expression.
Sambo paused, "So it will explode?"
"I don't know. I just healed this opponent for the eightyth time." Cheng Che said calmly, completely abandoning the small cup and choosing to eat while knocking on it. "According to probability, as long as I say it enough times, one of my words will definitely work."
"That makes sense..." Sambo nodded, then asked doubtfully, "But do you need to curse your opponent when your teammates are so strong?"
"What kind of curse is that? That's called a blessing." Cheng Che didn't agree with this statement, and then said, "I'll practice and see which one is more accurate."
"For example? What did you try?" Sambo's eyelids twitched, and he hesitated to speak. "Did you find a pattern?"
"There's no pattern." Cheng Che shook his head and glanced at the table with ticks on the phone screen. "I've tried all the dialects I know a little bit about."
Tried various syntaxes.
If he fails to figure it out, he will really have to pick up the ABCs he learned in kindergarten from the corner.
"Then you..." Sambo didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only reluctantly say awkwardly: "Come on?"
Damn it, when has Sambo ever choked on his words?!
Cheng Che is poisonous!
"Cough cough cough--" Sambo started coughing violently, curled up on the sofa and covered his throat, his face flushed red and gradually turned blue.
"I was really choked..." Cheng Che took out a Polaroid camera with a calm face and took a photo in front of Sangbo's horrified, shocked and unbelievable eyes.
Sambo:! ! !
I'm dying!
Help!
"Snapped--"
With a dull thud, Cheng Che slapped Sangbo hard on the back with the sole of his shoe.
A melon seed kernel drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed in front of Sambo.
He was breathing heavily, feeling that if he stayed with Cheng Che any longer he would be killed sooner or later.
"Here we come!"
With a cheer, a flash of pink and gray rushed to the ring, hands on hips, "Dan Heng! We are here to help you!"
As he said that, Sanyueqi looked around, "Where are our teammates?! Where is our other friend?! Is he lost?!"
Xing raised her head slightly and held up a finger, "There!"
"Eh?" San Yue Qi raised his head and hooked his hand, "Come here."
Cheng Che: ...
A bit weird, not sure.
Without waiting for Cheng Che to wave his hand, Dan Heng frowned slightly, turned around abruptly and protected the two girls behind him under his arms.
"boom--"
"Bang-bang-bang—"