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"Why did you record it?" Xing patted Cheng Che and said seriously, "How much?"
"Fifty." Cheng Che counted them, then expressionlessly took out the Source of Sin marker and held it in his hand, waiting for Ruan Mei to choose a good place. "Because I can't think of anything I want for now, I'll just owe it to you first."
Xing glanced at Cheng Che suspiciously, then turned around and looked at Ruan Mei expectantly, "This is the condition that I finally agreed to the invitation to the experiment after finally calming down..."
Promise it quickly, promise it quickly!
Her precious star is about to be embraced by joy!
Ruan Mei was silent for a moment, raised her hand and bit the glove on her fingertips, took it off with a little force, and handed her fair palm to Cheng Che, "Fifty."
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and looked at Ruan Mei's arm. He thought for a moment and then started writing.
Xing quietly walked around and sat next to Jingyuan, her eyes widening the more she looked.
The words that he wanted to use to comfort Jing Yuan got stuck in his throat, and he could only stammer out a few intermittent words, "You, you, you!"
Ten correct characters, each one bigger than the other, are neatly arranged like signal symbols, gradually increasing in size from the wrist to the elbow.
Now, let alone whether the gloves can cover it up, she feels that Jing Yuan can be moved back a little to second place on the speed list stained by Cheng Che's debt of favor, and the first place will be left to Ruan Mei.
Although the amount owed is small, it is a huge amount!
The size of the last correct character is almost bigger than two snacks put together!
Jing Yuan couldn't help but pat his chest, his mouth twitching as if he was very emotional, "I don't think I'm that miserable anymore."
Xing thought about it, stretched out a finger and quietly lifted Jingyuan's wide sleeves, looked at the densely packed black words on it and fell silent.
Not miserable enough?
Xing was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking, "General, do you really not feel that you are miserable?"
One favor for one official business, this one is owed a lot, but the favor is small, these are different units of measurement and cannot be compared together.
Jing Yuan smiled with his eyes bent, his eyes narrowed into a lazy arc like the raccoon in his arms, "It's not miserable, I have a teacher, we have already discussed that when I have enough fun and come back, I will carry out the debt transfer operation."
There is a teacher and an apprentice, and they have such a close relationship that it’s okay for them to share the debt, right?
Besides...
Even if the debt is not transferred cleanly, he can still capture a junior brother to share the debt.
Perfect closed loop!
Xing felt even more confused, and after a long while, he hesitantly raised his thumb, expressing his admiration with an emotional tone, "You are strong."
Sure enough, once humans realize that face is not important, they instantly become stronger.
While the two were whispering, the writing on Ruan Mei's arm had dried up and even when rubbed hard with her fingertips, it didn't fade at all.
Ruan Mei was silent for a moment, staring blankly as she put on her gloves. "Also...Also..."
She couldn't help but close her eyes, and when she opened them again, she returned to her usual cold look, "Then I'll trouble you all to help me find the failed life creature stranded at the Black Tower Space Station."
After saying this, Ruan Mei turned around and seemed a little confused and wanted to leave.
Cheng Che reached out and grabbed the tassel decoration on Ruan Mei's shoulder to stop her from moving. When Ruan Mei looked at him with a puzzled look, he handed her a small paper bag in his hand, "Little cake, since you were peeking on the platform just now, I'll treat you to some."
Nguyen May: …
After failing to drug the other person and getting angry, you can still get some snacks?
And...did she peek?!
"Are you giving it to me?" Ruan Mei looked at Cheng Che with hesitation, as if she was a little puzzled. "But my snacks..."
It will fall to the ground!
miss a meal!
"There are scrapped dolls in the Black Tower. Find one to feed you, or..." Cheng Che thought for a moment and reminded: "Although we don't know what the failed creation looks like, if we find it and modify it, we should be able to transform it into an automatic feeding function."
Nguyen May: …
This sounds like I'm a little pet that needs to be fed, but...
Never mind, snacks are more important.
Ruan Mei nodded slightly to express her gratitude, then turned and left without any intention of continuing to give them drugs, leaving these three people with very complicated ingredients to look for their failed products.
Xing looked at Ruan Mei's back and thought for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but turned to look at Cheng Che, "Why did you bring up your sad story just now?"
The wife that Cheng Che mentioned was just an attitude. Although it was Cheng Che's obsession, Cheng Che did not think that it was a scar that he could not mention. Instead, he joked with them and was not really angry because of this topic, but...
The request that Cheng Che just made…had a very serious feel to it, as if he really wanted it.
"Make a request that the other party cannot fulfill, so that all the unreasonable requests that follow will seem reasonable in comparison." Cheng Che spread his hands with a calm face, "Otherwise, can she owe me fifty favors?!"
At this point, Cheng Che turned around and looked at Xing with a kind look, "Xingxing, it seems that you still don't understand profiteers. Profiteers are creatures that can use sad things as chips, not to mention that sometimes profiteers themselves are the chips on the gambling table."
Xing was stunned, his eyes full of confusion, "Huh?"
"Children..." Jing Yuan sighed, stood up and patted Xing's shoulder, then turned to Cheng Che and smiled, "I wanted Yan Qing to be a little more tactful, and not to be too smart. Now it seems... If I stay with you, my junior uncle, for two more days, I might turn into a glutinous rice dumpling stuffed with black sesame."
"Goodbye, our family has never had a white one after cutting it open." Cheng Che stood up and stretched. "Let's go and find Ms. Ruan Mei's creation to see if the failed product can come up with an automatic feeding function."
First she couldn't eat snacks, then she was fed automatically. The more she ate snacks, the more she wanted to eat them, especially the takeaways from the train. By then...
The more you owe, the more you get, a perfect closed loop!
Xing was slightly startled, and couldn't help muttering, "The cold and arrogant genius turned into a little pet with its mouth open waiting for food in a second..."
Sure enough, is this the art of language?
Cheng Che paused for a moment, and looked at the raccoon in Jing Yuan's arms with a wooden face. He looked at Jing Yuan stiffly with horror in his eyes, "Look at what's behind my heel? Why do I feel like something is tickling my ankle?"
A space station is such a scientific place, it can't be haunted, right?!
Chapter 483 I have something to give you.
Xinghe Jingyuan crossed his arms over his chest, observing the fear in Cheng Che's eyes seriously, touching his chin as if he was a little puzzled.
After a long moment, Xing patted Cheng Che's shoulder and shrugged, "It's not a ghost, it's a bit like the steamed buns we eat for breakfast that have become a spirit."
Cheng Che: ???
Cheng Che turned around quickly and lowered his head. A huge...
Custard buns? Shaomai?
The pattern on the head looks like siu mai, but the color...it tastes like custard buns.
The strange creature had a round body with a staring expression printed on it, and it seemed as if it wanted to say something with its mouth open.
Cheng Che tilted his head, "Huh?"
"Woof woof woof!" The strange creature jumped up and down, and its belly shook with the movement, as if it was full of elasticity.
Several people focused their eyes on the strange thing in front of them, and they all touched their chins in deep thought.
"Ah! Lord Cheese Runnyheart!" A clerk on the side suddenly revealed a fanatical look and bent down to the strange creature in front of him, "Meet Cheese Runnyheart!"
Having said this, the clerk quietly raised his head and took a look.
Well, that's a bit strange. I didn't perform the ritual to summon Mr. Cheese Liquid Heart today, but he just popped out on his own initiative.
"Wang Wang Wang!"
A babyish cry suddenly sounded, and the clerk blinked his eyes, raised his head and looked at the stunned people around him, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go to see Master Cheese Runny Heart?"
The three nameless guests' gazes fell on the fanatical clerk, with obvious question marks in their eyes.
"Oh, I don't understand. It doesn't matter!" The clerk was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses and patted his chest seriously, "We specially adjusted the synesthesia beacon. Come, I will debug it for you!"
Cheng Che took a step back and said, "I don't really want to understand. Go and help her."
As he spoke, Cheng Che reached out and patted Xing's shoulder, pushed Xing over, stood beside Jing Yuan and lowered his voice, "The synesthesia beacon seems to be very useful. Do you want to adjust the frequency of you and Li Nu together?"
Hearing this, Jing Yuan turned his head to look at Cheng Che, and then looked at the cat slave in his arms.
It looks like it has not grown up, with extremely soft and fine hair all over its body. It lies lazily on my arm and makes a soft "meow" sound.
Jing Yuan glanced at Cheng Che, reached out and grabbed the hood of Cheng Che's sweatshirt and threw the raccoon slave in to sleep. He stretched his arms and whispered, "No need. I believe that I have a telepathic connection with creatures like raccoons."
Cheng Che: ...
This idiom is used somewhat correctly, but something seems to be wrong.
Cheng Che looked sideways at Jing Yuan and nodded thoughtfully, "That makes sense. You are no different from a grown cat now. After all, not everyone can be picked up by the scruff of the neck and stuffed into a trash can."
Reasonable!
After all, the back of a cat's neck is very important. When it is picked up, it will stop instantly, just like Jing Yuan was stuffed into the trash can by Jingliu.
"Is that so?" Jing Yuan chuckled, stroking his chin, as if smiling, "But crows are also small animals. I wonder if you can understand the speech of other birds?"
Cheng Che: ...
revenge!
Deliberate revenge!
"Then try changing back next time. If you can understand, I'll step on your head twice. If you don't understand, I'll step on it three times." Cheng Che responded and was about to say something when Xing suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Xing blinked and looked at Cheng Che, translating seriously, "This... strange thing says..."
"What?" Cheng Che's eyes showed curiosity and he spoke in confusion.
Xing looked up at Cheng Che, his energy sinking into his dantian, "Wakaka! I am a genius! A genius among geniuses!"
Cheng Che: ...
Jing Yuan:......
The two men simultaneously lowered their heads, trying to find some genius qualities in this 'Cheese-filled' man who looked no different from a steamed bun.
But alas, it looks a lot like the genius's favorite snack.
"Listen again." Cheng Che poked the star with a finger, expressionless, "What is it saying now?"
Xing spread his hands innocently, his face full of resistance, "It makes my voice, it's scary, how about you try it?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che stared expressionlessly at the big Shaomai dumpling in front of him, feeling the tiny movements of the raccoon slave coming from the hood of his sweatshirt, and gently rubbed his fingertips on the clothes, "I won't."