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Hearing this, Dan Heng frowned and couldn't help but press his forehead, "I slept pretty well..."
Cheng Che really set the alarm to send good night messages every night, and he no longer had nightmares. But he didn't know what was wrong with the cat. He couldn't even turn over. If he moved, the cat would walk around him twice to find a suitable nest. As a guard of the Starry Sky Train, he must stay alert at all times and wake up every time he moved.
I will return the cat tonight.
San Yue Qi tilted his head in confusion, looked at it for a moment and nodded, "Okay, at least your complexion is better than before when you had the nightmare."
At this point, Sanyueqi looked at Yinzhi again, "Yinzhi, what about you? You don't look like you slept well either."
Hearing this, Yinzhi sighed slightly, and seemed to be very distressed, "Suddenly I found that I am a little short of words to praise others, I need to learn."
March 7:…
Sanyueqi recalled the way Yinzhi praised the potted plant when he first met her, and couldn't help but touch the back of his head, "Huh?"
"It's very scarce." Yinzhi's eyes were filled with anticipation, and she glanced at Cheng Che, "Not enough."
To add to the vocabulary, he really wanted to see Cheng Che build a statue of the pure beauty goddess, and he wanted to see what pure beauty looked like in Cheng Che's eyes!
San Yue Qi scratched the back of her head in confusion. She felt her IQ was fading away along with her hair even though she wasn't being touched on the head. She couldn't help but look at Cheng Che, "What about you?"
"Him." Cheng Che slowly opened the takeout bag and prepared breakfast. He calmly pointed at the red-haired man next to him, "He dragged me to praise him for most of the night, just to make me awkwardly scratch out a pure beauty goddess statue with my toes!"
What a compliment!
He had never heard so much praise and compliments when visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year!
But this person still said it in a sincere tone and with a serious look in his eyes!
March 7:…
San Yueqi turned his head to look at Yinzhi, and suddenly understood.
A pure and beautiful knight, that's not surprising.
Cheng Che silently laid out all the food and turned around to greet the guests, "Dinner is ready."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yinzhi sat down beside the dining table with familiarity. Wearing an un-elegant shower cap, she arranged the tableware with elegant movements, and adjusted the position of the food on the table to arrange it in the most pure and beautiful appearance.
At the train door, four heads popped out at breakfast time. They were the three powerful tycoons of Xianzhou Luofu plus a small figure, Yan Qing.
Yukong didn't have much experience in eating on the Starry Sky Train, so he held two boxes of snacks in his hands and smiled gently at everyone.
"You're welcome, Lord Yukong." Xing waved his hand nonchalantly and added two seats next to the big round table. "You eat our meal, and I sneak the general out to play. It's not a loss!"
Jing Yuan:......
"Thank you for thinking of me..." Jing Yuan smiled helplessly with his eyes bent. After looking around, he walked to Dan Heng's side, bent down and took out his cat from the hood of Dan Heng's sweater. "Why are you all wearing this kind of clothes? Is it because it's convenient for you to take care of my pet?"
Dan Heng was silent for a moment, then he sat on the sofa and looked up at Jing Yuan, "Maybe you should consider the fact that the free clothing for the Starry Sky Train comes from trash cans."
"It suits you very well." Jing Yuan smiled, leaned lazily aside, and looked at the delicacies on the table, as if he was measuring how many delicacies he could have for breakfast today.
Cheng Che lowered his head to unpack the chopsticks, but felt a slight collision on his arm.
He raised his head and met a teacher's slightly red eyes. "What's wrong?"
Professor Latio's expression remained the same, but there was a hint of confusion and doubt in his eyes.
He looked at Cheng Che and finally couldn't help but pointed at the trash can beside him, with confusion in his voice, "What's the principle behind this?"
How could they take out breakfast and drinks for more than ten people from such a small trash can?
Can you put him in there and take him across the galaxy?
Is this some new technological gadget? Why doesn't he know about it?!
Hearing this, Cheng Che glanced at the trash can beside him, thought for a moment, and then explained: "You can think of the trash can as my treasure bag, or... you can think that there is a different world hidden in the trash can that belongs to me."
Latio: ...
Latio raised his eyes to meet Cheng Che's. His eyes were light in color, revealing a clear and transparent amber color. "I try to understand."
I can't understand it at all.
Chapter 505: Doesn’t it look like it?
After finishing a morning of study, Professor Latio held his forehead with his hand and returned to his temporary guest room to sleep with a sad mood, leaving behind a few empty-headed but clear-eyed children with question marks flashing in their eyes one after another, as if they could not understand at all.
Cheng Che rubbed his cheek, carefully sorted out the papers with messy handwriting on the table in front of him, stapled them together, then turned around and went back to the house.
San Yueqi raised his head weakly, "Cheng Che, where are you going? Don't you need to eat something to mourn for your dead brain cells?"
"Not many died," Cheng Che replied, picking up the bag full of long red hair beside him, "I'm going to make dumplings. I can make new dumplings now."
The young man's back disappeared at the connection between the carriages, leaving the gray-haired girl and the pink-haired girl looking at each other, looking at the huge question marks in each other's eyes and falling into deep thought.
Learning is really the second most painful thing in the world.
What is the first pain?
It's a part-time job.
"Hey..." Sanyueqi sighed heavily, lying on the table with a blank look in his eyes, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a red figure, "Yinzhi, are you going to rest too? You don't seem to be studying with us..."
Hearing this, Yinzhi paused, turned around and smiled gently and elegantly, "Cheng Che is going to make a cute little dumpling, I want to go and watch, I am looking forward to a little dumpling exactly like me appearing in Cheng Che's display case."
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San Yue Qi looked at Yin Zhi, blinking his eyes again and again, and nodded after a long while, "Okay."
A small dumpling means that someone is suffering behind it, Yinzhi...
I'm quite open-minded!
Yinzhi nodded slightly, walked briskly towards the guest room carriage at the back, and stretched out her hand to knock on the door panel next to the corridor.
A muffled sound of a young man entering the guest room was heard. Yinzhi pushed the door open and saw Cheng Che leaning on a chair with his head very close to the bed. However, he was trying hard to control his limbs to stay away from the bed, and his body was twisted into a strange shape.
Yinzhi was stunned for a moment, but still asked softly, "Cheng Che you..."
Cheng Che lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at Yinzhi, then explained with some helplessness, "I want to lie down, but I can't."
Silver Branch: ...
I understood it, but it seemed like I didn’t understand it.
Yinzhi looked around, pulled over a nearby chair and sat next to the desk, curiously asking, "Why can't I lie down?"
"Because I just changed the sheets this morning." Cheng Che's eyes were dazed, as if he had been drained by studying. "I am now lying down in clothes that I can wear to go out and walk around, so I need to change into a new set before going to bed at night."
But no, you can only change your bed sheets and quilt covers once a day.
Yinzhi was silent for a moment, then looked at Cheng Che's bed, then tentatively raised her hand and patted Cheng Che's shoulder, expressing her comfort, "Then wait until night to lie down."
Cheng Che: ...
Shouldn't a normal person ask me to help you change it at this time?
Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Yinzhi, "You can help me change it."
Yinzhi shook her head and said seriously, "I am losing my hair. If I help you, it will fall out. And I know about mysophobia. You really mind others touching your underwear, and sheets like this."
Cheng Che: ...
I'm not that obsessed with mysophobia.
Cheng Che sighed heavily, and under Yinzhi's expectant gaze, he tried to cheer himself up. He leaned over the desk and took out the tools he had used to poke the little ball. "Do you want to watch?"
"Yeah." Yinzhi nodded repeatedly, sitting beside him with a serious look on her face, her eyes sparkling, "If I had a reference, the things I made might be more realistic, and... I want to try to learn."
Cheng Che glanced at Yinzhi with a slightly weird look in his eyes. After a while, he looked away and took out his tools. He rubbed the soft hair and poked the cushion with the needle, "Oh."
This is the first time I've seen such cooperation, and I feel a little uncomfortable.
Cheng Che retracted his gaze, put his phone aside and played the recorded animation created by Walter as background music, and lowered his head to make the little dumplings seriously.
Half an hour later, the red-haired young man raised the thing in his hand with anticipation, "I succeeded!"
Cheng Che inserted a strand of silver-white hair into the small ball along the edge and turned his head to look at the sound.
"hiss--"
Cheng Che sucked in a breath of cold air, quickly put down the tools in his hand, and bit his finger before the blood dripped. However, his eyes remained as before, staring at the thing in Yinzhi's hand next to him.
"Are you hurt? Sorry." Yinzhi's heart skipped a beat and she was about to apologize but was interrupted.
The expressionless young man bit his finger and waved his other hand. After a long while, he couldn't help asking, "What is this?"
In Yinzhi's hand, there was a bare pole with a little red on it, and other than that...
Nothing!
Even that bit of red is an irregular sphere!
Yinzhi was stunned for a moment, looked down at the thing between her fingertips, and said in confusion, "Doesn't it look like a rose?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che took out a wet tissue to disinfect his wound, gritted his teeth and looked at the thing in Yinzhi's hand. After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Yinzhi was silent for a moment, "The truth...right?"
Really not alike?
"It has nothing in common with a rose except the color." Cheng Che said the heartbreaking words expressionlessly, pointing at the red stem in Yinzhi's hand, "You didn't even give it a green plant stem."
Yinzhi looked down, stretched out her hand and tried to pull out a little irregular arc from the red ball to pretend it was a petal, "Hmm... maybe I'm not good at this kind of delicate work that requires hands-on work."
After he finished speaking, Cheng Che fell even more silent.
Cheng Che glanced at the almost healed needle hole in his hand, reached out and patted Yinzhi's shoulder to comfort her, "My friend, I think you were very meticulous when cleaning the Xishi Nanbei and wiping your armor. I wanted to take a toothpick and rub it bit by bit."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yinzhi stood up straight.
His eyes were full of confusion. Although he didn't understand why he stood up uncontrollably, he still tried to explain. His red and green eyes revealed a hint of seriousness, "Maybe I don't have the experience of making little dumplings."
Cheng Che couldn't help but look up at Yinzhi, and nodded after thinking for a moment, "I won't say the antonym of beauty, as long as you are happy."
Yinzhi tilted her head and was about to say something when the door was pushed open.
A pink head poked in and asked curiously, "What's ugly? Are there ugly things on our train?"
Cheng Che pointed to the red dot on the bare stem in Yinzhi's hand and said, "Rose."
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