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Huo Huo: ...
Huo Huo looked at his vegetable bowls piled up like a mountain, then looked at his rice bowl that was flat but hard as a brick, "Ah?"
"What?" Tail was very disappointed with his friend, and his voice was full of anger. "Eat! Eat more! Look at the bird next to you! It's so strong!"
Huo Huo: ...
Huo Huo turned around blankly, and saw Cheng Che's profile, who was concentrating on picking fish bones. "Ah? Bird?"
"Yes, bird, it's not even one year old yet." Cheng Che responded, and then he looked up at his friends after suddenly remembering something, "I have something to announce."
As soon as the voice fell, everyone raised their eyes from the food and said in unison, "Good or bad? Don't comment on good things and don't talk about bad things!"
"I dreamed about things in the past. Theoretically speaking... this body of mine is not even one year old." Cheng Che raised the thermos cup in his hand and said calmly and coldly, "From now on, I will cause trouble in the front and you can just say that line in the back."
Everyone was silent for a moment, nodded in unison, and continued eating.
Huo Huo was confused for a moment, "So you are so young, but what are the lines?"
"Stupid!" Tail was angry at his lack of resistance, his voice full of indignation, "He's just a child!"
Is that called getting into trouble for a one-year-old?!
It's just that this child is really a little too big.
Tail glanced at the arm muscles that were exposed outside Cheng Che's T-shirt because of his head-down eating action, and then looked at Cheng Che's broad shoulders and narrow waist, "Oh, I feel a little guilty."
A super big one.
He also said that the little green dragon next to him was a guard. If these two people were put together, everyone would think that Cheng Che was the guard.
After finishing the meal while chatting, Huo Huo held his chest and hiccuped continuously, his cheeks flushed red, "This little bit of rice is a burden that my life cannot bear."
Sanyue took out a digestive candy and handed it to Huo Huo, then turned to look at Cheng Che, "You are not even one year old yet, why don't you call me sister?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che grabbed a white cat with black cheeks and black limbs, raised his eyes and glanced at San Yue Qi, "Then you think about it."
Oh, he doesn’t want it.
Cheng Che poured the canned cat food into a small bowl and mixed it with clean water. He then pinched the spoon and stuffed it into the kitten's mouth. "Ah, open your mouth."
The young cat raised its face with black cheeks as if it had just finished digging coal. Just as it was about to open its mouth to meow, a spoon full of food was pushed into it.
He skillfully put it in and tilted his head back, then scraped the left and right sides of his mouth with a spoon before feeding him again.
Li Nu:......
It seemed like I saw my grandmother, the kind who fed my child.
Ten minutes later, Cheng Che wiped the raccoon slave clean with a small towel and threw him into Jing Yuan's arms. "Okay, go back to your Shen Ce Mansion. I'll sleep a little longer tonight and go to Sui Garden tomorrow."
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan touched the round belly of the raccoon in his arms, then looked at the burping raccoon and the burping Huo Huo, and after a long while he spoke in a speechless voice, "Why do I feel a little bloated too..."
Look at this, his movements are so skillful, it’s obvious that he was fed a lot when he was a child.
"It's not that I can't feed you, but something doesn't feel right." Cheng Che wiped his palms clean, slowly took out a tube of hand cream from his pocket and applied it evenly, passing the hand cream along the edge of the table. When he passed it back, the iron sheet was empty. "But why didn't Ren come out to eat? Didn't he stay on the train?"
I placed it in the guest room the last time I brought it back, but it seemed like it never woke up.
Hearing this, Xingju raised his hands, "I know, he hasn't woken up yet. I pulled too many feathers last time."
Kafka also asked.
It seems like he is trying to find a script to confront and stir up trouble.
Chapter 410: Your account was stolen?
Passing through the small door connecting the carriages, the noise in the observation car instantly faded away, and it was shrouded in mist as if there was a layer of separation.
Cheng Che went to his bedroom to get a cup of sleep-aiding scented candle, and staggered towards the guest room at the back.
Perhaps because there are so many people coming and going on the train, the guest rooms are kept clean and tidy.
Cheng Che pushed open a small door and looked inside.
In the simple room, the candle on the table was flickering and dim, and was obviously about to go out.
A man was lying on the bed, his clothes torn off and thrown on the chair. The skin exposed outside the quilt was covered with various scars. Bandages were wrapped around his body, and dried blood could be vaguely seen.
Cheng Che paused, walked into the room lightly, replaced the candle that was about to go out with a new one, then went to the bedside and took a closer look.
The rise and fall of his chest was barely noticeable, his eyes were closed and his body was cold.
Cheng Che thought for a moment, then put his finger to the tip of Ren's nose.
"Snapped--"
With a slight sound, his wrist was grabbed fiercely, almost crushing his wrist bones. His eyes, like fireflies in a sea of blood, opened at this moment and looked at Cheng Che with murderous intent.
Cheng Che paused, raised his other hand and waved, "Awake?"
The murderous look in Ren's eyes faded away, and he responded hoarsely, letting go of Cheng Che's wrist and sitting up from the bed, "What's the matter?"
"Kafka has been looking for you for a long time." Cheng Che sat on the bed and observed Ren's expression. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and handed the phone over. "If she can't find you again, she will take a spaceship to Luofu."
Hearing this, Ren's eyelids twitched.
He put on his coat and stood up. He glanced at the time before nodding, "I understand, but the train is indeed a suitable place to rest."
I slept like a dead person, but...
Ren rubbed his cheeks, tidied up his messy hair, and said in a deep voice: "It's just that the vague memory is still unclear, the past is like a fog, but I don't want to explore it..."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che handed over the hairpin that he was about to use to tie up his hair, and slowly helped to make the bed, "What's the point of thinking about the past? There was no me before."
Blade was silent for a moment, "Does it have to be you?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded calmly and walked out the door with the blade in his hand. "I know that friends will only intersect with my life for a short time, but people are greedy. What I like are things that stay with me forever, such as the little dumplings in the cabinet, the brand new notebooks I bought and signed, or the electronic products that are only logged into my account from beginning to end."
Cheng Che paused and whispered, "But I don't think I consider you my friends, because friends are also divided into inner and outer friends. I only want to share my things."
blade:……
Ren turned around silently and stared into Cheng Che's eyes, "You and I, and Dan Feng, are all different kinds of paranoia."
Crazy one.
"I admit it." Cheng Che was not unhappy at all. He pushed open the door and pushed the blade into the rear compartment, urging him, "Hurry up and wash up. After washing up, have dinner. After dinner, we need to check the script. I want to watch."
Ren's eyelids jumped for no apparent reason. He took out his phone and glanced at the file that had been sent to him. After thinking for a while, he spoke, "You shouldn't be in the script this time."
Why are you so active?
Elio insisted on forcing them to force Cheng Che to join the Star Core Hunters not to get Cheng Che to help him cause trouble, but for the sake of the camp. As long as Cheng Che and the Star Core Hunters stood on the same side, Elio could foresee Cheng Che, a variable that was even more outrageous than the star, so as to avoid deviations in the script.
Cheng Che looked at the files received on Ren's phone in confusion, then looked at his empty phone, "Then I'm going to make a scene."
how?
He's a mascot?!
Even after wearing all these clothes, he still can’t escape the fate of being a mascot?!
Cheng Che thought for a moment, and while Ren was washing up, he started throwing a tantrum in the Star Core Hunter group chat.
【Cheng Che: There is no script for me?】
[Cheng Che: Discrimination! You discriminate against me! ]
[Cheng Che: I'm going to make a scene! If you don't give me a few lines, I'm going to start making my own scenes! ]
【Cheng Che: Unhappy.JPG】
【Unhappy.JPG】
But in the blink of an eye, a different avatar but the same words popped up on the phone.
[Kafka: Your account was stolen? ]
[Silver Wolf: Your account was stolen? ]
[Elliot: Your account was stolen? ]
[Sam: ...? ]
[Silver Wolf: @Sam, destroy the formation, withdraw and resend! ]
A head popped out from the crack of the door. Xing touched the back of his head with a puzzled look on his face. "Cheng Che, your account has been hacked? Silver Wolf asked me to quickly make sure you're safe."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che silently turned his gaze towards the only Star Core Hunter who had not expressed an opinion, a gleam in his light amber eyes.
The cell phone on the sink flashed slightly. Ren wiped his face and clicked on the call.
"Aren?"
A gentle female voice came from the phone, seeming a little surprised, "So you're awake, but are you still on the Starry Sky Train? Can you help me check on Cheng Che? He just sent some words in the group chat that don't sound like what he would say. We suspect his account has been hacked."
Ren turned his head and looked at Cheng Che. After observing for a moment, he answered in a hoarse voice, clean and concise, "I'm next to you. I didn't hack your account. It's me."
Kafka was silent for a moment, her tone a little hesitant, "Ah... then... that's fine too..."
It’s me, but…
After hesitating for a long time, Kafka couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What has upset him? Although he used to throw tantrums, he still had some dignity. Why is he..."
In the past, when I was throwing tantrums, I was at least a little more subtle, retaining a little dignity as an adult. But now...
Completely shameless, it feels like I have gone from being nineteen to being three.
Ren looked back at Cheng Che and didn't know what to say for a moment.
I just woke up and didn't have time to understand what happened.
"I know."
The girl's voice mixed in, and Xing poked his head towards the phone on the sink and explained in detail, "He took a pill that allows the Chiming people to dream about their past lives, but he dreamed about everything from the time he could remember until he was nineteen years old, so he is only less than one year old now. Do you understand?"