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He is so petty, and holding grudges is the characteristic of crows!
"Okay." Xing finally nodded, but still couldn't say anything.
A figure appeared from the anchored boundary not far away. The young man looked around with a cold face. After finding the person, he walked over quickly and stuffed a small gourd into Xing's hand. His tone was still cold, "Be more careful next time. Be cautious with everything you put into your mouth."
Xing tilted his head back and drank a gourd of medicine. It was so bitter that his whole face wrinkled.
After a long time, Xing finally recovered and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I get it, don't be so mean to me."
Dan Heng glanced at Xing coldly, then looked up at Cheng Che, "Do you still want to stay in the space station? With your personality, you should have returned to the train and fallen asleep before waiting for someone to come to you."
Jing Yuan showed a little doubt and turned away. Now...
"I would like to, but Jingliu told me to take Jingyuan out for some fun." Cheng Che carefully looked at Xing's face, and was relieved when he didn't find anything wrong. "It would be a bit of a loss to go back now."
Dan Heng glanced at the people in front of him, turned around with a cold face, and said, "If there is any danger, notify me. I will go back to organize the think tank first."
Xing nodded and was about to say something when she saw a familiar-looking puppet coming around the corner.
Heita crossed his arms and looked up at the people. After a while, he waved his hand indifferently, "Go and have fun. I only invited you to come, but I can't guarantee that you will participate in her experiment."
"Thank you." Cheng Che responded, put on his glasses again, and looked at the black tower sincerely, "Can you lend me a research room? I want to study the truth-repellent. I have never seen it before."
"Of course." Heita nodded, not thinking of refusing. "Go find Estelle and let her arrange it for you. But don't curse anyone, especially my dolls, okay?"
"Okay." Cheng Che responded, lowering his eyes and waving his fingertips around the tail of the raccoon in Jing Yuan's arms. "What can I curse? Curse her snacks to always fall to the ground?"
Chapter 479 He is still angry!
In the empty laboratory, the young man was looking down at the biological samples he had collected. His curly hair might have blocked his sight, so he casually tied it up into a small bun on his head.
Cheng Che lowered his head to observe the several different samples in his hand, and a hint of solemnity appeared on his usually expressionless face.
Behind him, a gray-haired guy and a white-haired guy were lying on the table, observing the raccoon slave with boredom. They both held a small snack in their hands, trying to lure the raccoon slave into their arms.
"So what are you looking at? Didn't you just find the formula for the anti-vomiting potion?" Xing yawned and rubbed the soft pads of the raccoon slave's flesh with his fingertips.
"My blood sample, Dan Heng's blood sample, and the egg white from this egg." Cheng Che said calmly, without even looking up, "I want to see what this egg is."
Oviparous, birds, reptiles, amphibians, and a little bit of mammals...
Although the biological knowledge stored in his mind is not applicable to the Star Dome Railway, it does not prevent him from gradually accepting the knowledge system here through his own knowledge system and gradually improving it.
Xing turned to look at Cheng Che in surprise, hesitating to speak, "Are you really not afraid of hatching a deformed creature?"
Can egg white be pumped just like that?
Cheng Che doesn’t have any relevant medical knowledge, right?
"Oh, it's not my own child, why should I worry about whether it's deformed or not?" Cheng Che didn't care at all. He took a piece of paper and drew something like a molecular formula on it, filling up several sheets of paper with writing. "I am very kind to cut its blood every day to feed it. Even the Buddha doesn't cut meat every day to feed an eagle..."
It would be unreasonable not to give him 100,000 merits, but there is no Buddha in this world...then find Aha and ask Aha to pick up more trash.
Cheng Che folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket, then burned all the sample materials with fire. He even used disinfectant and various chemicals to thoroughly clean the table in front of him. "Okay, it's over. This egg may not be a vidyadhara, but it seems to have something to do with me."
"Ah? Your brother and sister?" Xing's eyes widened in disbelief, "You said you were a human?!"
"No, there is a kind of..." Cheng Che couldn't help rubbing his forehead, seeming a little puzzled, "I don't know much about biology, I can only see a little similarity, not a real blood relationship, but a kind of... indescribable similarity."
So, they are not biological children, but they are related.
So where did Aha pick it up? !
"Well... okay..." Xing tilted his head, looking hesitant, "You can see the similarities, but you still don't understand?"
What Cheng Che meant by "not quite understanding" might be roughly equivalent to understanding it very well but not being proficient in it.
"I really don't understand. I'll use the instrument to get the results, and then compare them." Cheng Che turned around in his chair, put away the papers, and then took out his phone to look at them. "Although I don't understand genes or anything like that, I have learned a little bit of painting, so I can tell what is different and what is the same."
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Xing was confused for a moment, and seemed to find it hard to understand. "You... I remember when you were helping Jing Yuan with paperwork, you said that your writing also counts as painting..."
"Yes, soft-brush calligraphy is like painting to me, and the final maps from these genetic tests are also paintings to me." Cheng Che clicked on Dan Heng's dialog box and sent the data that had just been transferred to his mobile phone, trying to help the think tank improve its information. "But hard-brush calligraphy is not like that. No matter how many self-criticisms I write, I never practice my handwriting."
It's no use practicing.
"Okay, what's next? Where are we going to eat, drink and have fun?" Xing blinked and pointed a finger at the various things from the trash cans piled nearby. She said seriously, "March Seven said that if you are willing to play a song for us, she and Dan Heng can carry your piano to the space station right now."
"Platform." Cheng Che responded, and a woman's cold face appeared in his mind, "Let's go to the platform."
Just go in front of Ruan Mei, but just don’t agree to her!
snort!
He is still angry!
"Okay." Xing understood Cheng Che's meaning, touched the small hole on his fingertip where blood was drawn, and then asked in confusion, "What is the name of the instrument that Ruan Mei uses?"
"Ruanqin, there is a musical instrument called Zhongruan in my hometown, it's similar..." Cheng Che thought about it and shook his head, "I really don't know how to play this, I haven't learned it."
When the words fell, Xing's eyes widened, "You still don't know how to do it?"
"Well, I have no idea." Cheng Che nodded, and after thinking carefully, he answered honestly, "You can assume that I have learned those flashy skills of rich people, but not the others. I learned painting and piano just to understand a little bit of these things. I don't have any instrument proficient except violin."
Get a general understanding of it, then pick one that you like and have some talent for and continue learning it, and for the rest, just need to have a vague understanding of them when you talk about them.
This model is very suitable for him, a person who only has short-term enthusiasm.
Xing nodded suddenly, and looked at Jingyuan again, "What about you? What can you do?"
Jing Yuan:......
You really think he is an unknown guest, right?
"Sleeping, working overtime, and petting the raccoon slave." Jing Yuan spread his hands, seeming a little helpless, "I really don't have any talent in swordsmanship, and now even conspiracies and intrigues have people who are specifically trying to ruin them..."
There seemed to be some resentment in his words, but Cheng Che, who was the one causing trouble, did not feel guilty at all, and his face was calm as if he was not implicated at all.
"Okay, then I'll find a way to listen to Ruan Mei playing the piano..." Xing muttered, lying on the table and sending messages in the train group chat, trying to seduce San Yueqi and Dan Heng to come eat, drink, have fun and show off together.
Cheng Che leaned back in his chair and watched Xing's movements. After a while, he took out a piece of paper, wrote two words on it and handed it over. "Place an order and try to find this instrument. I want to play a song of "Ten Flying Daggers" for Ruan Mei. It will definitely be exciting enough."
provocative!
If he didn't fall for the provocation, he would let Aha take him to find the big robot, grab the other party's parts to give himself the identity of a messenger, and then stand in front of Ruan Mei and continue to provoke her!
"Wait for San Yueqi to come over and help you. I don't know your handwriting." Xing waved his hands repeatedly, and then looked scared. "I thought you were going to curse Ruan Mei's strings to break?"
"It's true that I am this kind of person, but what did Qin Xian do wrong?" Cheng Che spread his hands innocently, put away the small note and waited for a Sanyueqi who could communicate across races. "I remember that she seemed to be the 81st seat in the Genius Club... Then if I hold Bo Shi Zun's lungs, what seat can He let me be? Can I surpass Ruan Mei?"
He seems to be having a lot of fun. Aha must agree with his idea!
What could be more fun than a blank-headed crow entering the genius club and kicking all the geniuses out?!
Xing's eyes widened in disbelief, "You said you're not angry!!!"
Chapter 480: That’s how I hold grudges!
"What kind of piano is this?"
San Yue Qi opened his eyes wide and watched Cheng Che sitting on the edge of the platform with his legs hanging down, tuning the strings of his guitar calmly. He asked curiously, "Looks... handsome?"
It looked like an ordinary guitar, but its shape was a bit wild and uninhibited. The strings were laid horizontally on the guitar body, and the letters "Phoenix" were engraved in the corner. It was obvious that this was something Cheng Che had picked up from some trash can.
Cheng Che adjusted the tone and glanced at Ruan Mei, who was standing not far away, looking down at the snacks that had fallen on the ground. He said calmly, "Electric guitar."
After the words fell, Xing's eyes flashed with confusion, "Ah? But didn't you just ask Sanyueqi to order the pipa? And the electric guitar doesn't sound very suitable for the four words "ambush from all sides."
"Isn't this just something I picked up by chance?" Cheng Che was unmoved, and raised his chin towards the guitar case beside him, "I suddenly feel that an electric guitar is more suitable for the current scene."
Judging from Ruan Mei's dress and behavior, she doesn't seem like someone who can accept pop music, so...
To deal with people like this you need a little pop music shock!
Let the other person's ears suffer torture!
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Xing raised her hand, feeling that she couldn't offend Cheng Che for some reason, "Please."
Cheng Che blinked his eyes, held the pick and thought for a long time, finally recalled some of the music score, and then began to pluck the strings.
The sound of the piano was sonorous, firm and powerful, with a strong murderous aura in the air. The strings trembled and made a harsh sound. The tension of the ancient music was diluted by the special timbre of the instrument, but suddenly there was a trace of emotion that could be called provocative.
Ruan Mei squatted on the platform holding a plate and cleaned up the poor snacks that fell on the ground. The music that came into her ears was not noisy. Instead, it could be described as skillful and smooth. However... it was not to her taste.
The woman's gaze moved quietly over, and there seemed to be some doubt in her eyes.
The young men sat together on the platform, and through a transparent wall they could see the splendor of the Milky Way and the azure blue planets. The piano music was fierce and murderous, but the murderous intent quietly turned into a provocation towards them.
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She didn't mind the provocation, but now the snacks were gone and the experimental specimen was angry.
After a long time, Cheng Che let go of his hand and tilted his head to look at Sanyueqi and Xing, "Does it sound good?"
Sanyueqi nodded and said seriously, "It sounds nice, and this instrument is cool enough. Next time you play the piano, let Sambo dance with you!"
"So why didn't you perform with Xiluwa? You obviously also know this kind of rock music..." Xing thought about it, but couldn't help asking, "Is it because you don't like performing on stage?"
"Well, when I was a kid, I would perform like a monkey at banquets and festivals of all sizes." Cheng Che nodded, touched the guitar and put it back into its case, then said expressionlessly, "Later, I played a DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra on an electric guitar for my grandfather at his birthday party. He got so angry that he jumped up and beat me up, and my grandmother chased him and beat me up."
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What a filial child.
But I'm still very curious.
Xing blinked, feeling that Cheng Che must have done a lot of rebellious things, "Anything else?"
"There was also a story about someone being kicked out of the house and sent to foster care for playing drums in the middle of the night. Do you want to hear it? If you want to, I can tell you a story for three days and three nights without repeating myself." Cheng Che looked at Xing and said, then he put away his instrument and picked up the snack he had picked up from the trash can. He tasted it carefully with an expressionless face, and finally sighed, "What a delicious snack."
star:……
Now he is not only rebellious, but his vengeful character is suddenly revealed.
Xing quietly turned her head to glance at Ruan Mei. Seeing that she seemed to be stunned and secretly listening, she retracted her gaze and picked up the snack in front of her, "Ah, what a delicious snack."
"Ah, delicious!" San Yue Qi didn't understand why, but still picked up the snack with a smile on his face, and poked Dan Heng next to him, "Is it delicious?"
Dan Heng:......
He was still studying the data comparison sent by Cheng Che, how come he was dragged here to enjoy the scenery, eat snacks and annoy others? !