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Without waiting for Sangbo to speak, Cheng Che took out a marker and drew a line on Sangbo's arm. "Come on, try to become a black Sangbo as soon as possible."
Sambo:? ? ?
"You..." Sang Bo covered his mouth and sat down with the mask in his hand, looking at Cheng Che warily, "Were you cursing me just now?"
Cheng Che raised his eyes, "How can it be considered a curse? Isn't it a blessing?"
"I don't really want this blessing." Sambo was about to cry but had no tears. He said with drooping eyebrows, "I don't want to become a black Sambo..."
Cheng Che thought about it and comforted him halfheartedly: "Look at it more positively, there are different kinds of black."
With a faint expectation in his eyes, Sang Bo looked up at Cheng Che, "?"
"In our hometown, we call bad luck black." Cheng Che leaned back in his chair, bent his legs and tied his shoelaces again, "Eat quickly, and then go make money after dinner."
Chapter 88 Help!
boxing Club.
Sang Bo went to register for Cheng Che with familiarity, and under the pressure of Cheng Che's blessing, he also registered for himself.
Then the two of them sat in the VIP seats, drank wine they found from the trash can, and pointed fingers at the contestants below.
Sambo was wearing a shower cap, looking out of place in the lively atmosphere of the boxing club.
He sighed heavily, his face showing a look of despair, "Why should I go on stage too?!"
Cheng Che lowered his head and pulled the little crow, and said softly: "Show me your strength. I always feel that you should not be a simple person."
The upper and lower areas were blocked, but Sambo was still able to escape with a few unconscious people.
Either there is an unknown backdoor or an unknown plug-in.
And Sambo's character...
I always feel that there is some unclear relationship between me and the star god who came to me in my dream.
"Me? Strength?" Sambo squinted his eyes and finished a glass of wine, then smiled and said, "What strength do I have? Can I slide down on my knees and give someone a small gift box with a bomb in it?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che raised his eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself, "Slipping and kneeling will easily ruin your pants."
Sambo fell into silence, his fingertips rubbing his knees.
This is a curse, right?
but……
Sambo glanced at his own pants and hesitated, "Do you have any special interest in other people's pants?"
Belt falling off, underwear fading, crotch getting stuck, falling down.
It seems to be inseparable from pants? !
Cheng Che glanced at the window of Sangbo's soul exposed on his chest and hesitated: "Perhaps pants are the biggest harm to a man?"
Cursing at a girl is… not very polite.
Men...then just curse them.
As for why I didn't curse the shirt...
To be honest, he cursed.
But Danheng is a bit stingy and recently he doesn't wear his old clothes with zippers.
"You understand the hurt." Sang Bo spread his hands helplessly, leaning on the sofa and looking at Cheng Che.
I don’t know why, but I always feel that Cheng Che is a little strange.
Cheng Che drank the last sip of wine, put the glass on the table and stood up, "I'm going to the game first."
As he said that, Cheng Che put his backpack on the table and patted Sangbo on the shoulder, "Remember to place your bet."
Sang Bo nodded and watched Cheng Che jump directly to the first floor with the help of the railing, holding the flip-flops he picked up from the trash can in his hand.
It's furry and looks like a very insulting weapon.
Sambo rested his chin on the back of the sofa and squinted at the man in the black sportswear.
The barbed wire surrounded the ring. The robots on the opposite side were glowing faintly, and their metal shells reflected a cold light.
Cheng Che didn't say anything. His eyes quickly swept across the robot in front of him, and his gaze paused on a little circuit exposed at the back of the robot's head.
Cheng Che thought about it and took out a pair of small scissors.
Dr. Juju glanced at Cheng Che, and after a moment of confusion, he came back to his senses, "Okay! Now we see that the crow with a perky butt has taken out a pair of scissors! It's only the size of a palm!"
"This kind of scissors is only used to cut nose hair in the lower class area! But now!"
"This pair of scissors with supreme power appeared on the ring!!!"
“Let’s look forward to it!”
"Who will win, the unconventional little crow with a perky butt, or the never-exploding robot team from Boss Swarovski?"
After the man finished speaking, he jumped out of the ring with a whoosh.
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience around him burst into loud cheers, mixed with the faint screams of a few people who were unfortunately blinded by curiosity about the buttocks.
The two robots of the Never Explode Squad made two click sounds, rushed towards Cheng Che, raised their arms high and smashed down heavily on Cheng Che.
Cheng Che's eyes flickered, and the glasses hanging on the zipper on his chest swayed slightly.
He leaned to the side and quickly reached out his hand when the robot's arm was about to fall.
The sharp little scissors pressed on the little bit of wire exposed at the robot's joint.
The next moment, the scissors closed.
With a click, the robot's arm drooped down weakly.
Cheng Che lowered his eyes, judging the robot in his mind.
It's bulky, but it doesn't hide its weaknesses well.
Immediately afterwards, another robot rushed towards Cheng Che.
Cheng Che took a glance, took another step back, and kicked the robot on the head.
Flexible, but unstable lower body.
There was a moment of silence in the arena. Dr. Dig Dig stood under the ring, pulling at the iron net. After a while, he came back to his senses and said, "I see! It's our newcomer - the crow with a big butt who won this competition!"
"Can the little crow with a perky butt continue to work hard in the next game, create more glory and win honors, and then embark on the path of--"
At this point, Dr. DiGou let out a cry of "Ah!"
He took a deep breath, covered his mouth and insisted on hosting the rest of the show, "The road to the top... let's... wait and see."
Having said that, Dr. Juju put down the microphone, lowered his head slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.
What bad luck.
It's really outrageous to bite your tongue while hosting!
Cheng Che kicked the two robots away and squatted beside the ring. He stretched out a finger of the robot from the iron net and patted Dr. Juju's shoulder.
Dr. Dig: ???
The man turned around in surprise, with a smile on his face, "Ah! What do you want to say, little crow with a perky butt?"
Cheng Che didn't really want to admit this title, but he could only speak calmly, "Can I choose my opponent? I don't really want to fight with a robot."
Hearing this, Dr. Juju was startled and habitually wanted to pick up the microphone to host the show.
Cheng Che raised the finger removed from the robot and pressed the microphone, "I want an opponent who can breathe."
Dr. Dig Dig was startled, then asked in confusion: "Why?"
Are robots bad?
There is no need to worry about whether you will hit too hard, although there is a possibility that you will be hit too hard.
"I don't like it." Cheng Che had no expression on his face and spoke calmly, "No matter what the occasion is, I don't like things that don't breathe."
Dr. Digg: ...
Wait...he first had to imagine what kind of occasion this was!
After a while, Dr. Juju came back to his senses, looked at Cheng Che blankly and nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange it for you in the end, but now..."
Dr. Digger took a look at the schedule, raised the microphone and shouted, "The next game is Deep Blue Sao! It's against the whole garbage squad from Big Swarro!"
Cheng Che's eyelids twitched, and he silently stood up and walked off the stage.
The crowd was bustling, and from time to time excited audiences reached out and patted him on the shoulder, creating a lively atmosphere.
Before he could walk out, a scream came from the side, and the familiar voice echoed throughout the fight club.
In an instant, the scene fell into silence.
Cheng Che turned around and looked at a Sambo hanging on the railing on the second floor, swaying in the wind, with deep confusion in his eyes.
"Help!"
“It’s on the wall!”
“My clothes are going to rip!!!”
Chapter 89 I have no grudge against you
Cheng Che leaned over the railing and watched the game below through his glasses.
The Riddler, who was never very serious, did not show any serious expression at this time.
Sambo was unarmed. After Dr. Digg announced the start of the fight, he took a step forward, forced his opponent into a corner with a smile, and ended the much-anticipated fight with a tap of his palm on the opponent's neck.
Sambo smiled even more, and nodded slightly to the audience around him while standing on the boxing ring, "Thank you for your support! Bet on Deep Blue Brother! It will definitely be worth it!"
Cheng Che narrowed his eyes slightly and sat back in boredom.
can not tell.
Boxing and fighting matches are not enough for Sambo to show his true strength. Instead...