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The man with the plaster head turned his head and his eyes fell on the young man next to him.
The black curly hair was a little long at the ends, covering his eyebrows and the back of his neck. The glasses he wore made him look elegant and handsome, revealing a sense of calmness and wisdom, but...
These eyes are so clear, as clear as those of a newborn baby.
What does clarity represent?
It represents being empty-headed and stupid!
Before the plaster head could speak again, Cheng Che said decisively: "Anyway, I won't let go. If you try to snatch the clothes from my hands, your clothes might get torn, and you'll end up running naked in the space station with your plaster head on. But that's okay. If no one recognizes your plaster head, no one can guess it's you."
Man with plaster head: ...
what?
The man with the plaster head had never felt so confused before, as if he was a scholar who suddenly encountered a mentally ill patient who was talking incoherently. The irrelevant things he said always managed to disrupt his thoughts.
"Um..." Xing raised her hand timidly, hesitating, "You'd better not leave, or you will really run naked..."
The power of a crow's mouth is daunting.
But why did she still feel a little bit of anticipation in her heart?
I hope this strange man with a plaster head will be a little rebellious and actually do a naked streak in the space station.
"Have you forgotten what I just taught you? Simple and efficient communication." The man with the plaster head remained unmoved and spoke in a calm tone.
Xing was in a trance for a moment, then quickly raised his hand to answer. Although he had no memory of going to school, he didn't know why he wanted to raise his hand.
"Speak." The man nodded slightly, indicating that he was willing to listen.
"Because Cheng Che is a jinx! He'll do whatever you say! If you try to grab clothes now, you'll definitely run naked!" Xing answered quickly and seriously.
Man with plaster head: ...
What about science?
The man with the plaster head glanced at Cheng Che, and finally walked towards the elevator. His voice was cold and calm, with a hint of discipline, "Zero points for ridiculous remarks without any actual evidence."
Cheng Che used his palm to pull the man in front of him back again, and dragged him towards the other elevator, "Let's go together."
Xing hesitated for a moment, handed the trash can to Jing Yuan, walked behind the man and stretched out his hand to push him towards the elevator, trying not to let the Riddler escape. "You should have seen or heard about the space station staff getting styes and acne, and also read the news reports about Luofu's hair loss crisis. This was all done by Cheng Che, and there is evidence. So how many points is this time?"
"Nonsense, negative points, get out of here." The man remained unmoved, but was still pulled forward by two forces from the front and the back.
star:……
Deduction of points?!
From zero points to negative points?
Who has such a thing as negative scores when giving scores?
Xing let go of his hand and looked at Cheng Che, "Let him pull it! Let him try to see if he can run naked!"
Cheng Che also stopped and tilted his head to look at the gray-white plaster head in front of him. "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. You can try it, but you have to be careful. I'm afraid that if you run naked to a crowded place, the plaster head will crack by itself."
"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, grabbed the hem of his clothes but was held down. He raised his eyes and met a pair of light golden eyes.
Jing Yuan had a helpless look on his face, and finally couldn't help but remind him, "Why do you want to use this kind of thing for experiment? It wastes a lot of time. Can't we first find a big bug to verify the authenticity and power of the crow's mouth with a big bug?"
After the words were spoken, everyone was silent for a moment.
The man with the plaster head glanced at Jing Yuan, and finally decided not to close his eyes in despair. He walked towards the elevator, as if he had accepted his fate.
It’s not that I’m afraid of running naked and having my face seen, it’s really…
Too much time has been wasted. If the trouble left by Ruan Mei is not dealt with, it will really become a big trouble.
The elevator went down, and some mechanical sounds were heard from it. Cheng Che tightly grasped the ribbon on the stranger's clothes and refused to let go. He looked at him in confusion, "Why are you wearing a plaster head?"
Hearing this, the man replied coldly, "I can't stand fools, idiots, and idiots. I want to die when I see them. Of course, they don't want to see me either."
After the words were spoken, the elevator fell into silence.
Cheng Che leaned forward and said, "Then look at which type I am. If I am one of these three types of people, I will show up in front of you more."
This despicable thing must be done, because these people who like to have fun can do anything.
The plaster head looked back without saying a word.
"Then...will the plaster head get stuck and can't be removed?" Cheng Che continued to ask, seeming very curious and eager to learn. "The kind that requires you to pry it apart with force, and it will break apart by itself when you run out of strength?"
Plaster head: ...
Oh, he is not a fool, a idiot, how could he put a plaster head of the wrong size on his head?
Before he could ask anything in a cold voice, the face beneath the plaster statue stiffened slightly.
Why did I suddenly feel a squeezing force coming from the hood?
"Ah..." Xing sighed deeply, frowned slightly when the elevator door opened, and vigilantly scanned the huge space outside and the messy and damaged venue, but still couldn't help but sigh, "People who have never suffered from the crow disaster are so stupid and naive. They didn't even cover Cheng Che's mouth when he said this..."
Xing walked quickly into the huge petri dish outside the elevator, squatted down in front of the fallen broken machine, reached out and touched the mucus stuck to the machine, "What--"
Before he could finish his words, a strong wind blew from behind.
The gray-haired girl stood up slowly, threw her dirty gloves aside, and looked at Cheng Che, "Come on, call me wife."
The plaster-headed man tightened his grip on the book, and just as he was about to take action, he saw the young man who was holding his clothes opened his mouth and uttered a few syllables. Then a huge explosion sounded in his ears, vibrating his eardrums and his heart trembled.
Xing looked up at the plaster head in front of him, "Do you believe it? So is your plaster head stuck?"
Chapter 498 Seize the Young Master? !
A big trouble was resolved with just one word "wife", and only a group of people were left standing next to the huge petri dish, looking at each other in bewilderment.
The man with the plaster head was silent for a long time, and finally asked in a confused and questioning tone: "The word 'wife'..."
"His wife will explode!" Xing answered quickly, as if he was asking a question in class, "Crow's mouth, don't talk about science, Crow's mouth has nothing to do with science."
Man with plaster head: ...
The plaster head was silent for a long time, then he reached out and touched the plaster head on his head, silently feeling the slight squeezing sensation from the portrait.
He can guarantee that he was able to move very flexibly when wearing the plaster head, and there was no feeling of being squeezed and stuck and unable to be removed.
Before he could say anything, a light knocking sound came from the top of his head. The man raised his eyes and looked at the young man who was holding on to his clothes and tapping the plaster head with a small carving knife. "Hmm?"
"It's stuck, right?" Cheng Che looked at the man in front of him with a strange look, and silently cracked the plaster head. "Don't deny it, your neck is about to turn red."
There were traces of red at the seams of the plaster head, and the breathing became a little heavier.
"Don't deny it."
At the side, the gray-haired girl quickly took out a small mirror used for hair tidying from Cheng Che's backpack and held it up, "Look, your neck is all red."
Man with plaster head: ...
Should I say thank you?
But why do I always feel a little depressed?
From body to mind, I feel the same sense of frustration.
Along with the sound of gentle knocking, the plaster head in the mirror cracked, and dust fell down, revealing the man's handsome face with a slightly flushed face.
It's not because of embarrassment that it's blushing, it's because of the plaster head.
The man took a deep breath, and just as he was about to open his mouth, he felt something warm against his cheek.
The young man had a blank expression on his face. He tore open a wet tissue and wiped off the plaster powder on his face, hair and clothes. Then he explained in a cold voice, "From the looks of you, you seem to be a bit of a germaphobe. You're welcome."
They are quite calm and rational. They have strong self-discipline and most of them are very clean.
Plaster head: ...
Praise for being thoughtful?
But isn’t it a bit borderless?
"I am Veritas Ladio, a scholar and teacher of the Academy of Knowledge." The man glanced at the people in front of him with a cold but stern look, and his voice was calm without any emotion. "If one day your brain shows symptoms of dullness, then please call me Doctor Truth."
Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of several people.
Jing Yuan touched his chin and recalled the information about the Knowledge Society in his mind.
Xing touched his head in confusion and couldn't help but murmured in confusion, "Why do I feel like my head is a little empty now?"
She knew the knowledge, but Doctor Truth…
"Doctor Zhenli..." Cheng Che thought for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Teachers teach and educate people, so will you accept a private invitation? Although I have no idea, I am a very studious person. Are you willing to board the Starry Sky Train and guide me in my studies for a period of time?"
No matter what method he uses!
The Riddler must be tied up and kept under observation, or he will be tricked sooner or later!
Hearing this, the man glanced at Cheng Che's face with a sharp gaze, and turned his head quietly, as if he couldn't bear to look at him.
Cheng Che: ...
Why do I feel a strong sense of disgust but not quite disgust?
"You think I'm a fool?" Cheng Che took a step forward to keep himself within the man's sight. "I swear, I'm a genius. Bo Shi Zun has opened his eyes to look at me. Ruan Mei will soon come to ask me to be her experimental assistant. Maybe Heita will come too."
"There is no discrimination in education. I don't mind having one more student, but..." Doctor Zhenli's mood remained calm. Although he was strict, he didn't seem to be targeting anyone. "Honesty is the prerequisite for learning. Only by clearly recognizing your own stupidity can you better cure this stubborn disease."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was confused for a moment, then turned to look at Xing, "He thinks I'm exaggerating? He also thinks I'm stupid?!"
"It seems so!" Xing nodded vigorously, not wanting to make things worse. "He thinks you are lying! He also thinks you have a stubborn disease called stupidity! Stupidity means being stupid!"
Cheng Che looked at Xing's glimmering eyes, thought for a moment, then turned around and looked at the stern teacher in front of him, "Oh, I don't care anyway, I've grabbed your clothes now, you can't run."
He was a teacher. It just so happened that his empty-headed little crow really needed some systematic teaching to help him understand the world, and...
The person who appears here is the Riddler!
If I let him go, when will we meet again? Will he be tricked by the Riddler?
Doctor Truth: ...
The man lowered his eyes to look at his clothes, then looked up at Cheng Che with confusion in his eyes.
Although he admitted that he was mediocre, the man in front of him did not look like a genius. His eyes were extremely clear and his actions were disorganized.