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"What?" Cheng Che raised his eyes, his hands still moving.
Kafka stood up, pressed Cheng Che's shoulders, bent down slightly, and put her lips next to Cheng Che's ear, "Give yourself a hint, whether it's sleep or alcohol, use the rules you make to restrain yourself. Maybe you know that you are a person on the verge of losing control?"
Cheng Che threw a star into the glass bottle and slowly began to stack the next one. "Yesterday and the day before yesterday, I was still saying that it's good for everyone to stop imagining things."
"That's not just imaginary." Kafka chuckled, then sighed, "If you don't want to talk, then don't talk. I originally thought I needed to use the Word Spirit Technique to restrain you, but now it seems that you've already imposed a lot of restrictions on yourself."
At this point, Kafka paused, stretched out her hand to mess up Cheng Che's hair, restoring it to a head of small curls, "Little Crow is still cute, but you are really scary as a star core hunter."
Cheng Che stacked the stars one by one and couldn't help but complain, "I think this world is scary."
"Get used to it." Kafka curled her eyes and poured herself a glass of wine while leaning on the edge of the table. "Although I don't think it scared you at all. Instead, it made you happier."
Silence spread in the room, with only the sound of shuffling papers.
After a while, Cheng Che stood up, packed up the things on the table, and put them into his backpack one by one. "Just keep imagining. I have to go back."
The children who played all night have to go home, and continue playing...
Accident prone.
Cheng Che put on his bag and tapped Kafka's glass, "Goodbye."
What the hell is this? Doesn't he know whether he is a pervert or not?
but……
It really is.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man disappeared again.
Kafka shook the wine glass in her hand and her eyes fell on the wastebasket on the table.
The small wastebasket was full of creased papers, which looked a little crooked, as if the owner was very dissatisfied.
There were several paper stars in a glass on the table, carefully made with clear folds, and their number seemed to be exactly the same as the seriously injured Cloud Cavalrymen.
Chapter 123 Who Understands!
"Where's Cheng Che?"
The pink-haired girl rushed into the Goethe Hotel and looked at the man sitting at the table having afternoon tea with curiosity.
There was nothing delicious about Belloberg's afternoon tea, but what was placed in front of Walter was obviously something a little crow had dug out from the trash can.
Hearing this, Walter reached out to adjust his glasses and said in a deep voice, “You ran out to play all night last night. Are you catching up on sleep now?”
As he said that, Walter glanced at March Seven, “Is there anything I can do to find him?”
It seems like the new members have made friends with the old members.
"What's so fun about Beloberg... and we have to play all night..." March Seven muttered, touched his head and sat next to Walter, "Uncle Yang, we want to invite Cheng Che to visit the museum..."
“You can go up and take a look.” Walter’s eyes swept across the passage leading to the guest room, and he said in a deep voice: “But he looked very tired when he came back in the morning.”
His hair and clothes were messy, and he had dark circles under his eyes, looking like a depressed stay-at-home guy after staying up all night.
San Yue Qi blinked, thought for a while, and then nodded, "Then I'll go up and call him, but Xing and Dan Heng will have to stay in the lower area for a while."
Having said that, March 7 waved his hand and ran into the passage skipping and jumping.
Walter watched March 7 leave and lowered his head to look at the animation book from Cheng Che.
It looks pretty good, let’s take another look.
"Cheng Che?"
San Yue Qi knocked on the door, asking in a questioning tone, "Would you like to go to the museum together?"
Cheng Che opened the door, turned around and walked into the house again, "Aren't they coming up yet?"
Having said that, Cheng Che sat back at the table again, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was doing.
San Yue Qi blinked and glanced at the tidy bed.
Neat, that means no sleep.
"Yeah." Sanyueqi nodded and leaned over to take a look. "What are you doing?"
On the table were various softly crumpled hairs and short cashmere wool that had been found from some trash can. It looked extremely warm.
"I'm thinking about what else I can do with these hairs besides making pillows..." Cheng Che whispered, touching the needle on the table and began to poke the cashmere and hair in his hand, "Although pillows are indeed fun, I always feel that they will fill up my bedroom."
No one is sure how deep the card pool is.
Each person has a pillow or even more. Maybe he will have to sleep on the sofa in the observation car in a while.
San Yue Qi was startled, and looked down at Cheng Che's face, "Didn't you rest all night?"
The dark circles under his eyes were still very heavy, and there were even two cups of coffee on the table.
"Sleeping now will mess up my schedule." Cheng Che sighed and poked the off-white cashmere in his hand into a circle. "What's in the museum?"
"There must be some antiques..." San Yue Qi muttered, looking around at the person sitting next to Cheng Che, who was lowering his head and poking Tuanzi together, "What do you want to poke?"
"Poke your head." Cheng Che pointed at the cans on the table, "What do you think about each person having a trash can?"
Sanyueqi then noticed the familiar-looking miniature trash cans with different colored accessories on the table, and hesitantly asked, "Are you going to stuff the dumplings into the trash cans?"
"Doesn't it look good?" Cheng Che knocked on the trash can and asked, "Anyway, I think everyone has to dive into the trash can. After all, if you look through it too much, you'll always make mistakes."
"But not everyone will look through the trash cans." Sanyueqi said seriously, "Only you and Xing!"
Hearing this, Cheng Che thought for a moment, "It was like this at the beginning, but now you, Dan Heng, and Sang Bo have all started rummaging through the trash cans, and I think there will be more in the future."
March 7:…
The pink-haired girl looked at Cheng Che with a puzzled look, "I think you are cursing me to fall headfirst into a trash can!"
Do not!
It's not doubt, it's certainty!
Amid the girl's plaintive voice, Cheng Che turned to look at San Yue Qi with doubt in his eyes, "Haven't we already failed?"
A question mark popped up on Sanyueqi's forehead, "When?"
Cheng Che: ...
"Maybe it's time for the trash can lines on our faces to complete a puzzle." Cheng Che retracted his gaze and moved March 7th to the mascot column in his mind. "Your memory doesn't seem to be very good recently."
I was stupid to begin with, and now my memory is not good.
"You're slow to think!" San Yue Qi muttered, and took out a bag of her own pink hair from Cheng Che's desk and mixed it in, and continued to poke, "So are we going to the museum or not?"
Cheng Che paused for a moment, then put down what he was holding as if nothing had happened, and took out his cell phone, "I'll go later."
Cheng Che opened the communication software and sent a message to Silver Wolf while thinking.
[Cheng Che: Have you felt dumber recently? Or is your memory declining?]
Silver Wolf didn't seem to be playing any new games, as he replied to the message immediately.
[One minute and three seconds after quitting the internet: How could I become stupid? But I haven’t broken any game records recently. Are you interested in playing two games with me?]
Cheng Che looked at the message, tapped the screen with his fingertips, locked the screen and put it on the table, falling into deep thought.
【Cheng Che: Wait until I wake up. 】
Cheng Che leaned back in his chair and looked at San Yueqi who was feeling uneasy, and a somewhat absurd guess emerged in his mind.
Sambo's hair is falling out and his hair is growing long, and his brain seems to be not working very well.
I lost my hair on March 7th and my brain seemed to not be working well.
The silver wolf grew grass, and its brain seemed to be not working very well.
So……
So whether you have hair or grass on your head it will affect your IQ, right?
Cheng Che recalled the times he had slapped his head and made a list in his mind.
Keep observing. Next time when you encounter a situation where you can’t beat someone using your brain, you might try using magic to reduce their intelligence.
"Alright!" Sanyueqi suddenly looked up in surprise, and with shining eyes, he put a little ball with pink hair into a small trash can with pink decorations, "Sanyueqi's little doll is finished!"
Cheng Che looked up and fell into deep thought at the pink man in the pink trash can.
So why do you have to poke your two chubby palms at the edge of the trash can?
Weird.
"Let's go! I'll go with you when we get back!" San Yue Qi stood up and patted Cheng Che's shoulder generously, "Let's go to the museum now! But..."
At this point, a trace of confusion flashed in San Yue Qi's eyes, and his puzzled eyes fell on Cheng Che's head, "Why didn't you lose your hair when you touched your head before? You've been a pessimist recently..."
There are fewer and fewer things that work for me.
Crow Mouth recognizes its master?
"Isn't it painful enough to not have a wife?" Cheng Che raised his eyes, deep resentment in his eyes, "Isn't this curse more painful than all the curses combined?"
Who knows?
I traveled to the second dimension, but I don’t have a wife!
Having a wife is the long-cherished wish of every straight man!!!
Chapter 124 Cocolia, you have come to this day too!!!
"Ah... Great Guardian..."
The pink-haired girl stood in the empty museum, looking at the woman in front of her with a wary look, "Let me make it clear first, if you've issued a wanted notice once, you can't issue one for the second time."
Hearing this, Cocolia was slightly startled, then laughed out loud, "Of course not."
As she spoke, Cocolia turned her head and looked at the museum that was about to open with a melancholy look, "I just didn't expect the upper and lower floors to be open so soon."
"Really?" San Yue Qi touched the back of his head, turned to look at Cheng Che and said vaguely: "That's good... at least the problem of the star core has been solved..."
Uncle Yang had told us that if the Great Guardian came to his senses and turned back, there was no need to tell the truth.
Cocolia's face froze, and her eyes swept over the two people in front of her with complicated expressions.