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Cheng Che couldn't help but reach out and poke Jing Yuan's cheek, "I suddenly had an idea!"
Jing Yuan's eyes widened, "Ah!"
Chapter 440: Want to draw the sword.
In the small bedroom, there is a bed by the window, surrounded by small bookshelves, and a desk on the carpet.
The rest of the walls are basically cabinets from ceiling to floor, with wardrobes, bookcases and collection cabinets complete.
The white-haired man stood in front of the cabinet that was specially customized by the factory, with his arms folded across his chest, looking seriously at the photos of social dead and various small dumplings displayed on the shelf.
There are photos of a familiar blue-haired man lying in the snow, photos of a light blond man lying in the snow with his bare legs exposed, and even photos of a savage running wildly in the snow with two white patches on his buttocks exposed.
In the front of the photo, there are small balls of various shapes. Their hair of different colors is softened and mixed with colorful wool yarns. They are repeatedly poked into various shapes with thin needles, which is extremely lifelike.
Jing Yuan lowered his eyes to look at the photo of him madly sucking cats that was taken at some point, then looked at the palm-sized dumpling that looked similar to him. Finally, he couldn't help but look back at the man sitting at the desk reading a book, "So your inspiration just now..."
I don’t know why, but now I don’t even want to say the words “a flash of inspiration”!
Cheng Che looked back and saw his glasses sliding down a short distance from the bridge of his nose.
He glanced at his dumpling collection display cabinet, picked up the pen next to him, and drew on the white paper, drawing a Q-like pattern of a white-haired general holding a milk tea cup with puffed cheeks.
Cheng Che looked back at Jing Yuan again, took out a small paint box, dipped some red and gold paint on the hairband and eyes, and said, "That's it."
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan took two steps forward, stood beside the desk, lowered his head, his eyes full of confusion.
A chubby general, whose hairstyle was exactly the same as his own, was holding a cup of milk tea in his chubby hands, with his cheeks puffed up.
Cheng Che drew two strokes, looked up at Jing Yuan, and said, "Do you feel that it is exactly the same as when you were drinking in Suiyuan just now?"
His cheeks are puffed up!
Hearing this, Jing Yuan pursed his lips tightly, looked at the pattern he had drawn, and then looked at Cheng Che, "Is this the flash of inspiration you just had?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che nodded calmly, turned the pen tip and tapped under the head, "Look, install a spring here, and then install the head on it, so that the little ball will swing when poked."
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan turned around silently, picked up a miniature version of Dan Heng from the display cabinet and walked over. He stretched out his hand to poke Dan Heng Tuanzi's head, and the Yinyue version of Dan Heng with dragon horns in his hand suddenly shook.
It's very rhythmic, and the tail sways along with it.
Jing Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Che, "Is that so?"
"Yes, isn't it good-looking?" Cheng Che leaned back in his chair, turned a page in the book in his hand, and continued to read the words on it, "Tell me if this can be considered a flash of inspiration, right?"
The suspense story book I bought from the bookstore is about a person who suddenly becomes smaller and then investigates and solves a case.
It sounds familiar and looks familiar, so let’s see if there are any that look more familiar.
Jing Yuan sighed heavily, leaning on the table and looking at Cheng Che, "You have strong learning and hands-on abilities, but isn't it a bit of a waste of talent to use them to do these things?"
Apart from occasionally going crazy, Cheng Che could barely be considered a genius. He had an absurdly strong learning ability and could understand anything after just one glance. If he didn't understand something, he would keep it and look up relevant books and materials later, but after he understood it, he would forget it.
As for his hands-on ability... I heard that he had repaired machinery at Yalilo No. 6, and recently he was planning to go to the Industrial Manufacturing Department to learn about mechanical manufacturing.
"You said the same thing as my parents. They said that when I was a kid playing with plasticine." Cheng Che didn't even raise his head, and quickly read the text line by line. "But it doesn't matter. Our pampered mascot youngest son is always destined to play with things and lose his ambition."
Jing Yuan frowned slightly and looked at Cheng Che, "What if you don't let your imagination run wild?"
"If I'm too successful, I'll fight with my dear brothers and sisters for the inheritance, and beat me so hard that I'll crawl all over the floor and look for a trash can to hide in." Cheng Che finished reading a whole page of text and looked up at Jing Yuan, "Rich second generation, please understand."
Jing Yuan:......
That's good. Saying something that sounds a bit cruel actually vaguely shows off wealth in front of him, a general!
Jing Yuan glanced at Cheng Che and sighed slightly, "Okay..."
Can't understand.
"Oh, right." Cheng Che opened a drawer and looked through something inside. He put down the book and said, "You didn't change your slippers. Can you please leave my carpet?"
Jing Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the carpet under his feet. "I've been walking on it for ten minutes. You're not afraid of this moment, are you?"
"Then you pay for the cleaning." Cheng Che casually stuffed a piece of note paper into the book as a bookmark, stood up and patted Jing Yuan's shoulder, "Let's go, we have to pick up trash and eat."
As he spoke, Cheng Che handed Jing Yuan something he had found in the drawer, "I had some free time a few days ago and painted two fans. I'm giving them to you."
Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and opened the thin fan.
The fan bones are straight and slender, the edges and corners are polished to be round and reflective, and the colors on the fan are diverse but not dirty.
The front side shows a white-haired boy nestling in the lion's arms, looking at the chess piece in the light. The back side...
Jing Yuan's eyelids twitched. "Who is this white-haired kid crawling around among the raccoon slaves?!"
"It's you, Jing Yuanyuan." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, but a little laughter escaped from his throat. "Some people, on the surface, seem to be majestic and have everything planned out, but in fact..."
Cheng Che turned off the lights, put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the observation car. His tone suddenly became a little teasing, "In fact, he is a child who rolls around in a pile of cat slaves. He might even rub the cat slave's pink flesh pads and bury his face in the cat slave's hair to inhale hard."
Jing Yuan:......
Don't you understand the code of conduct of the underworld that one should see through things but not speak them out? !
Can't you save some face?!
Jing Yuan turned around silently and followed Cheng Che's steps, with a hint of vigilance in his voice, "Who are you? It's so hot... Get off Cheng Che!"
Cheng Che: ...
what?
Is he too serious recently so if he burns it, he will be suspected of being possessed by a ghost? !
"Wait for me to curse you and then you'll know who I am." Cheng Che took off his glasses and rubbed his nose. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a very melodious song.
"Don't break again~~~Don't wither again~~~"
Cheng Che paused, took out his phone to check the messages, and muttered, "Who is secretly changing my ringtone every day? This song is pretty cool..."
Unexpected information appeared on the phone screen.
[Blade: Come pick me up. Your companions blocked the door and wouldn’t let me get in. I…]
【Blade: I want to draw my sword.】
Jing Yuan looked over and said, "Wow."
"Ha." Cheng Che replied out of habit, and then asked doubtfully, "So they were in a stalemate for so long without fighting because Pam was staring at them?"
Chapter 441 No, no, no!
The guests of the Starry Sky Train sat side by side on the red sofas, each holding a mobile phone in their hands and some snacks before dinner.
At the door not far away, the black-haired young man had a calm look in his eyes and his arms folded across his chest, his blue-gray eyes full of coldness.
Not far from him, Ren was holding a sword and looking over with a gloomy face, without any attempt to evade.
The air was filled with coldness, and murderous intent emanated from the two people's gazes.
Dan Heng looked at the man who was chasing him with a cold face. He couldn't understand how this man could act as if he was returning to the train and going home naturally.
Where's that crazy energy?!
What about that gloomy but arrogant and crazy laugh? !
Ren also looked at Dan Heng, his face extremely cold, not wanting to laugh or talk.
Why hasn’t Cheng Che come yet?
Did I curse myself to have my legs broken?!
At one side, the short conductor stood on a high stool, with his hands on his hips, looking at the two men confronting each other with dangerous eyes, "Passengers!"
No fighting, Pa!
Pa, who was about to be thrown off the train by the conductor for fighting!
Before Pam could speak, a curly head popped up and squatted on Pam's left, and on the right was a warm and soft white head.
Pam:…
"It's passengers Cheng Che and Jing Yuan, Pa!" Pam pointed to the front, with a hint of vigilance in her childish voice, "Hurry! They're going to fight, Pa!"
As soon as the words fell, scarlet eyes and blue-gray eyes looked over instantly.
Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, his eyes full of seriousness, "You don't want to watch anymore? The way you two stare at each other makes me feel like I'm in love."
blade:……
What the hell?
Dan Heng:......
What did he hear?
The two men focused their eyes on Cheng Che, and seemed puzzled as to how Cheng Che's train of thought was related to the word love.
Jing Yuan blinked his eyes, "Cheng Cheche, if these two people beat you up, can you run away?"
"Why am I being beaten up?"
Cheng Che stood up and stretched, then raised his chin slightly and looked at the two friends in front of him, "Everyone knows that I always talk nonsense, so you won't be angry, right?"
Jing Yuan also stood up, with his arms across his chest, "You can go to Buyehou and become the new tea product."
Look at the smell of this tea, it will be a living signboard as soon as you sit in the Never Night House.
Cheng Che turned around as if nothing had happened, and pushed Ren's shoulder towards the trash can in the corner, "Let's go pick up the trash."
Ren snorted coldly, glanced at Cheng Che and then followed the other's footsteps.
If Cheng Che's feathers weren't so fragile, would anyone think he liked to stay on the Starry Sky Train?
Do you know how much effort he had to put in to suppress the urge to draw his sword every time he saw Yin Yue's face? !
The people who were originally sitting in the observation car came back to their senses and lined up in front of the trash can. They took the takeaway bags and passed them to the dining table in an orderly manner with extremely skillful movements.
Twenty minutes later, the takeaway arrived.
Xing held up his chopsticks and looked around at everyone at the table. He blinked before speaking, "Hey, it's so cold."