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Ah!

All snatched up!

Gather strength, and maybe next time you can declare war on the entire universe!

Cheng Che:…….

The reason why he robbed the vault seemed to be closer to the revenge of the hunting patrol...

So, does this count as the corner of the wall that was destroyed by the patrol?

Chapter 533 Next!

"One week! One week!"

The pink-haired girl didn't care about etiquette at this moment. She grabbed the sleeve of the young man in front of her, her blue eyes full of expectation and sincerity. "How about staying in the space station for another week?"

Cheng Che sat on the chair expressionlessly, thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, just stay for one day."

Estelle: !!!

Too short!

"The train won't leave right now, so you should stay in the space station and have some fun, right? I think Mr. Jing Yuan also wants to play in the space station." Estelle tilted her head, trying to persuade Cheng Che in front of her to stay in the space station for a while longer so that she can eat with him during this time. "Stay, the equipment in the space station is very suitable for Mr. Latio to teach you knowledge."

Cheng Che turned to look at Jing Yuan, then at Latio, and after thinking for a moment, he shook his head, "Then three days."

There was a gleam in Esta's eyes as she shook Cheng Che's sleeve, "Five days! Five days plus a little dumpling!"

Cheng Che: ???

Cheng Che looked at Estelle with a suspicious look and asked in surprise, "Little dumpling? Whose is it? Let's see if I'm interested first."

"Absolutely!" Estelle pointed at the white-haired boy standing blankly beside her, and said seriously, "Alan! White hair! Xing said that you are particularly interested in white hair!"

Hearing this, Alan opened his mouth, "Miss..."

For the sake of the lady's delicious food, it's not impossible to sacrifice my hair, but...

This will give the space station staff some gossip...

"Oh..." Cheng Che's eyes swept over Alan's head, and after thinking for a while, he lowered his head to ask, "What about your hair, Esta? I think pink goes well with macho men."

Estelle: ???

Esta looked up in shock, her eyes wide open, "I've lost my hair."

"Ah?" Cheng Che made a puzzled sound. After thinking for a moment, he looked at the gray-haired girl with a cold gaze, "You stole my head!"

It must be this lousy star running around with his little crow pendant!

"Hehe." Xing smiled awkwardly and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the back of his head.

She glanced at Esta, and after thinking for a moment, she nodded affirmatively, "It's okay, you can touch it again, you can never have too many dumplings in stock."

Cheng Che: ...

What you said makes sense, but it's a bit immoral.

Cheng Che turned to look at Estella, his light amber eyes faintly revealing a hint of anticipation, "Two heads, I'll keep them for five days!"

Estelle was silent. After thinking for a moment, she nodded heavily, "Deal!"

After saying this, Esta leaned her head forward, closed her eyes, and showed a heroic and resolute expression as if she was ready to sacrifice herself. "It doesn't matter. It will grow back anyway."

Cheng Che's eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his hands and pressed them on Ester's head, rubbing it slightly, "Ah, I'm happy."

At the side, Xing looked up at Cheng Che's expressionless face, wanting to say something but stopping herself, "Your emotion might be more appropriate if you pair it with an expression."

"It's not a feeling, it's a feeling..." Cheng Che paused, and decisively chose to piss off the Chinese and English teachers, "The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui, my head suddenly seduced me."

star:? ? ?

A trace of confusion flashed across Xing's eyes, "Ah? Where did you say that?!"

"Mine." Cheng Che responded, letting go of Ester's hair and letting it fall in front of him. He turned and looked at Alan expectantly, "Next!"

Alan: ...

The young man hung his head in silence for a moment, then finally walked to Cheng Che and sighed softly.

At one side, three adult men were sitting on chairs, holding wine glasses and books in their hands, looking at Cheng Che with the same confused eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Jing Yuan frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Professor Latio beside him, "Mr. Latio, what is the idiom that Cheng Che said... from where?"

Latio's eyes were equally confused. "I would really like to ask you this question. It sounds very Xianzhou-like."

Jing Yuan blinked, "It has some characteristics, but not much."

"Don't ask. If you ask, it's Cheng Che's specialty." Sang Bo made a decisive conclusion, holding the wine glass in his hand and blinking, "But at this time, I am a little happy, but also a little worried about Mr. Latio. After all, Mr. Latio has not experienced hair loss yet."

Latio thought for a long time and shook his head slightly, "I still don't understand why hair changes so quickly."

It's strange, but if we study it, maybe we can find a special drug for hair growth.

"Asking is just a crow's mouth." Sang Bo leaned lazily on the back of the chair, stretched out his long legs, and looked lazy. "But is there really no one curious about what Cheng Che did when he left just now?"

He, Sambo, is actually curious.

Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes and touched his chin, thinking, "Perhaps he used unconventional means to travel to Yonghuo's official residence and had a cordial meeting with Grand Duke Minghuo to discuss some important secrets, such as how to force the licking dog of destruction to have fun."

He might even do some mischief, but it doesn't matter. Their Luofu is now supported by Cheng Che, and Cheng Che will never let Duke Minghuo harm the immortal boat and increase his workload.

Seeing Cheng Che sitting next to the conference table and pulling over the trash can to start taking out the trash skillfully, Sang Bo raised his eyebrows and said, "It's really fun, but..."

He paused, then turned his head to look at Jing Yuan, "Why aren't you worried? He won't let others harm the Immortal Boat, but he didn't say he wouldn't do it himself. If you think about it carefully, maybe Duke Minghuo is not as capable of causing trouble as Cheng Che."

Jing Yuan's eyes fell on Cheng Che, and after thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "Although it is always said that Yalilo No. 6 and Luofu are like toys that Cheng Che wants to buy with great effort, but... for a person like him, he will not allow others to dirty his toys, and he will not break his toys. Rather than calling them toys, they are more like his treasures."

"I really understand..." Sangbo spread his hands, supporting his chin and looking at the young man not far away.

He was about to say something, but suddenly he saw a crack quietly opened in the space above Cheng Che's head.

Under Sangbo's shocked, surprised and resentful gaze, a black hand stretched out, holding a round object and smashing it on Cheng Che's head.

The sound of the bullets hitting my head hurts, but...

Sambo covered his chest, "I hate it! These snacks must taste bitter!!!"

"Ding-ding-dong——"

A faint sound of music came from somewhere, and everyone was startled.

Cheng Che stopped picking up trash and pulled out a music box that had been opened at some point from the garbage pile in front of him. He looked at the turning spring on it and wanted to frown.

"We cordially invite our family's distinguished guests to come to Pinocchio and join the other guests for a grand feast."

The sound came from the music box, and there seemed to be a little man with a clock's head waving his hand.

Cheng Che took a look and threw it into the trash can. "Who wants to go? I need to stay on the train and study hard!"

Chapter 534 What does this have to do with him? !

The conference room in the confinement section has been transformed into a small cafeteria, where a group of people gathered together to eat alone, and the aroma wafted in the air.

Cheng Che refused the midnight snack on the grounds of working out. In order to avoid the temptation of the aroma of food, he sat in a cubicle nearby, holding Mao Gao and studying the music box in his hand.

When you turn the spring, the music box makes a ticking sound with a slow rhythm and melodious tone.

For example, when he was a kid and was in school, he saw the little boy at the back table secretly use his pocket money to buy something and give it to the little girl at the front table.

Cheng Che lowered his head and fiddled with it for a long time. His facial features, which had become slightly more lively due to the alcohol, now revealed a look of confusion.

"What's wrong?" A teasing voice sounded. The white-haired man leaned against the door of the compartment, raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Che, "You haven't seen a music box before, have you?"

"I have seen it." Cheng Che responded, lowered his head and pressed the phone, lowering his voice, "Listen to what I just recorded."

Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows, took out his cell phone and clicked on the recording.

"Your Excellency Phoenix is ​​cordially invited..."

There is a slight pause in the short audio, but it looks particularly elegant accompanied by the sound of harmonious music.

Jing Yuan nodded suddenly, "So that's the reason. However, this thing was sent to you by Lord Changle Tianjun, so it's possible that there are some fun things mixed in it."

Cheng Che leaned back in his chair and looked up at Jing Yuan, shaking his head slowly, "He won't modify the invitation. He will just snatch an invitation for me and let me go to Pinocchio to be chased around like a thief, and then He will laugh and have fun."

Jing Yuan:......

That's true.

The fun of modifying an invitation is certainly not as great as the fun of holding the wrong invitation.

but……

"Perhaps this event has strict identity verification, so He modified the invitation letter but did not modify the invitation information saved by Pinoconi." Jing Yuan hugged the raccoon slave and said with a smile: "This is also fun, isn't it?"

Cheng Che thought for a moment, then suddenly threw the music box into the trash can. "I'll ask Xing to help me test whether this thing is real or fake. She's not afraid of losing face. If it's fake... I'll sneak across the border, then hide in Shajin's room, and accuse him of harboring a stowaway."

Jing Yuan:......

Jing Yuan raised his hand to press his throbbing eyelids, hesitating to speak, "What did Sha Jin do to you? And Xing... why are you still secretly scolding her?"

"For the safety and smooth growth of the star, I was forced to dance on the roof of a car wash star. This grudge is formed!" Cheng Che looked at Jing Yuan and spread his hands. "Although this kind of secretly holding a grudge seems illogical, irrational and unreasonable, I have gained happiness."

Jing Yuan thought about it, and suddenly asked curiously, "Didn't you just say that you wanted to stay on the train to study?"

Cheng Che: ...

seems like it.

Cheng Che stood up lazily, stretched his body, and then put his arm on Jing Yuan's shoulder. He lowered his voice and said, "Isn't it because I want to try my best to understand the local characteristics so that I can take you to play, right?"

At this point, Cheng Che seemed to laugh, "Brother Jingyuan, are you touched?"

The young man turned around gracefully, put his bag on his back, looked down at his mobile phone, and planned to find a place to do his daily exercise.

Jing Yuan sighed heavily, lowered his head and rubbed the soft paw pads of the raccoon slave, "Why is your former master so fickle, is he really not mentally ill?"

Just like what Latio said, people with quick and jumping thoughts...

Being smart is smart, but it is easy to go crazy.

"my God!"