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He looked at the man in front of him with a smile, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Professor Latio, have you forgotten your identity? You seem to be the consultant of our Interstellar Peace Company."
He could just run away, he couldn't just tie up the consultant's legs with shackles, but the problem was...
Can you say hello before running away? !
Can you answer the phone if you run away?!
Did you know that he has already guessed that Professor Latio was kidnapped and sold by the Star Train or the Star Core Hunter!
"What does it matter?" Latio retracted his gaze, turned to sit at the table, and looked down at the homework that several students handed in today. "Isn't my main job to teach?"
He just ran away, so what?!
Isn't this catching up?!
At the table, two girls were lying on the surface, staring at Latio eagerly, with a hint of uneasiness in their eyes.
Latio's frown deepened, and he couldn't help but press his eyes as if he couldn't bear to look at it.
"Oh? Who to teach?" Sha Jin walked to the table and stood still, looking down at the various test papers in Latio's hand, and after a while, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Hiss, even with his limited knowledge he could tell that the final scores of these test papers would definitely not reach double digits.
"Us." San Yue Qi looked up at the strange guest in front of him, pointed at himself and Xing, and reached out to grab Cheng Che who was fiddling with the trash can, and asked innocently, "Do we really not look like students?"
Gold Dust: ...
Sha Jin raised his eyes and carefully looked at the people in front of him.
Clear and stupid eyes, extremely innocent and empty.
"Yes." Sha Jin pursed his lips and nodded in agreement.
It does look like that. It's like that elementary school student who is forced to sit in his seat with an empty head but still thinking about going out to play.
This look...
"Hey." San Yueqi laughed, looked around and finally looked at Cheng Che who was bending over and still fiddling with the trash can.
The girl poked her head out and asked in confusion, "Cheng Che, what are you doing? Aren't you going to introduce our new guest?"
"Don't you know him? I've seen him outside the Qiongguan formation." Cheng Che muttered, squatting in front of the trash can and frowning, very puzzled, "I think I stuck Sambo in the trash can, I can't get it out..."
March 7:…
what?
March 7 looked at the old Sambo stuffed in the trash can, and couldn't believe it. "Did you curse him?"
"I didn't!" Cheng Che couldn't help but retort. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the trash can over, picked it upside down and swung it, "Help him pull it. Sangbo is drunk and can't climb up by himself."
San Yue Qi blinked and looked at Cheng Che who was standing with his arms around the trash can, then looked at Sang Bo's hands and feet hanging from the overturned trash can.
I don't know why, but I always feel that Sambo doesn't seem happy at all recently, and only the onlookers are happy.
Suddenly I felt a little sorry for Sambo.
At the side, Xing glanced at Latio, who was frowning and looking at his homework with the cold eyes of an enemy, and quietly moved to Cheng Che's side, squatted down and grabbed Sambo's hanging feet, "I'll hold the feet, Sanyue holds the hands, Cheng Che pulls the trash can!"
"Why do I have to hold his hand? I don't want to hold Sangbo's hand." San Yue Qi frowned and complained, but still held Sangbo's palm tightly, "I still think Cheng Che cursed it, otherwise how could it be stuck in the trash can and couldn't be pulled out!"
"Do you want to grab Sangbo's feet? Be careful or he'll kick you in the face." Xing muttered, grabbing Sangbo's ankle and pulling him out. "Cheng Che is so arrogant that he yelled in front of me. If he really cursed, he would have admitted it long ago!"
"Click——"
After a dull sound, the drunken Deep Blue Brother was finally separated from the trash can and lay on the ground.
Pam poked her head out to take a look, then looked up at Cheng Che and earnestly instructed, "Don't let him vomit on the train, Pam."
Cheng Che nodded in agreement, bent down, carried Sang Bo and walked towards the guest room at the back.
Half an hour later, Cheng Che finally settled Sambo in the guest room. After taking a quick shower, he returned to the observation car with his thermos cup.
Next to the round table, Sanyueqi threw herself into Jizi's arms with a wronged look on her face, muttering that studying was tiring. Xing lowered her head and listened to Latio's incisive advice and teachings, looking listless.
Shajin was watching the lively new friends with a smile on his face. Topa was watching with Zhangzhang in his arms, and in his hand was the small cake fed by Jizi.
"Where are Dan Heng and Mr. Walter? And where is Ren?" Cheng Che took a look, squatted beside Pam, and asked in a low voice, "I don't think I saw them."
Hearing this, Pam thought for a moment and explained seriously, "Overtime, stabbing villains, overtime."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che glanced at Pam and picked up the crow cat cake that was lined up behind Pam, "Okay."
Pam nodded, turned around and continued to patrol the train with the team of cats that was missing one.
Cheng Che sat down at the round table, looked at Xing and asked, "What's wrong with you? Your ears are about to droop."
"My homework only got 13 points." Xingsheng was disappointed, his golden eyes lost their luster, "I'm obviously very smart."
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, then looked at Latio, "What about me? Did I pass?"
"Heh." Latio sneered, threw the last homework in his hand in front of Cheng Che, leaned back on the chair with his arms folded across his chest, and his eyes were extremely calm, "You don't have any points."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Cheng Che looked at Latio calmly and indifferently, "Tell me again, change it, or I'll beat you up."
Latio was silent for a moment, then looked away. "Fifty-nine, of course, not including the ones you complained about the test setter picking on."
Cheng Che looked at Latio with a puzzled look, "Why are you the same as Ding Fen Qiang? You didn't tell me anything when I asked you, and you had to give me a failing grade only after I threatened you. I don't care. Tell me again."
Latio looked at Cheng Che coldly, "Including the questions where I used three systems to solve your illegible handwriting, it's 120 points."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Latio, "You... you really have no blood relationship with Dingfen Gun?"
Chapter 575 There are two choices
"Bang bang—"
There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door. Cheng Che took off his headphones and turned around, only to see a pink head poking in from the crack in the door, with a few bags of snacks and two cups of cold cola in her arms.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Che asked in confusion, resting his hands on the edge of the desk and stepping back slightly, looking up and down at San Yue Qi, "Aren't you going to rest?"
"No, I want to study with you." San Yueqi skillfully placed the snacks on the table, pulled the spare chair next to it and sat on the other side of the desk, looking at the book in front of Cheng Che, "I'm really worried about the single-digit scores and can't sleep..."
Cheng Che: ...
That's something to worry about, but it seems unnecessary.
"No need, Ji Zi and Walter didn't urge you to study." Cheng Che responded, leaned back to continue reading, and quickly glanced at the drink cup next to him before lowering his head.
If you can understand it, then read it. If you can’t understand it, it doesn’t matter as long as you can play it.
San Yueqi lay on the table, stretched out his hand to grab a pen from Cheng Che's table and held it in his hand, asking doubtfully, "Then is there anyone urging you to study?"
"No." Cheng Che shook his head, dangling a pen between his fingertips. "But someone taught me that... a young master like you has no inheritance rights. If you don't find a way out for yourself, you will become the parasite you hate the most. You don't need to create a big career. Just learn more. The more you learn and the more you know, the stronger your self-control will be."
San Yue Qi tilted his head and looked at Cheng Che, then nodded in understanding, "Then how did you learn it?"
Cheng Che: ...
How else can I learn?
Cheng Che glanced across the room and pointed at the snacks in front of him. "Put all the content you want to watch today together in a small box in your mind, and tell yourself... the key to open the small box is..."
Cheng Che paused, turned the tip of the pen half a circle towards himself, and tapped the other end on San Yue Qi's forehead. "The key is that I was originally studying alone, but there was a little pink ball holding snacks and wanted to study with me. The little pink ball had an empty head and liked to put her hands on her hips and call herself this girl. There was a layer of condensed water vapor on the outside of the Coke cup she brought, and the water droplets went down and wet my book."
March 7:…
Isn't this key a bit too complicated?
San Yue Qi turned his head to look at the cup on the table, blinked his eyes and looked innocent, "Is this book important?"
"It's not very important." Cheng Che responded, moving the cup away and rubbing the pages of the book with a tissue. "The handwriting left by dozing off and the oil and water drops on the book are also good markers to awaken memory. I like to put all kinds of marks on my books to show that I have indeed read them."
San Yueqi nodded, turned back and continued to stare at the book in front of him in a daze, eating a bag of snacks with a crunching sound.
Cheng Che retracted his gaze and read along the lines of text.
Ten minutes later, March 7 spoke again, "I can't watch it."
"Then don't read it." Cheng Che reached out and put away the book in front of San Yueqi, and casually threw a comic book over. "Look at this. Mr. Walter showed it to me. I drew it when I was free. It's quite interesting."
San Yueqi's eyes lit up, and he no longer had the dull look he had before when reading. He read the comics with great interest while holding snacks in his arms.
"Bang bang—"
There was another subtle knock on the door, and the two unknown guests sitting at the desk leaned back at the same time and looked at the door.
A light golden head poked out, with a gentle smile in the eyes.
He looked inside the house, eyebrows raised, "Did I disturb you?"
Cheng Che paused, looked at the snack comic in San Yue Qi's hand, then looked at the extremely healthy book in his own hand, and shook his head, "I really want to be disturbed, but unfortunately, we are 12+."
Shajin smiled with his eyes curved. Perhaps it was because he was visiting, or perhaps it was because he had already changed into pajamas and was ready to go to bed. His smile was not full of teasing or calculation, but rather light. "I couldn't sleep, and kept thinking about how to catch the little feathers left by the crow, so I just came to talk to you. After all, many people told me that I should be more direct when I'm with you and ask questions."
Hearing this, Cheng Che nodded, stuffed the bookmark into the book, and then turned around to look at Shajin, "Okay."
At the side, San Yue Qi tilted his head in confusion and looked at Sha Jin with a strange look, "Why do you want to pull Cheng Che's feathers? Do you know that anyone who pulls his feathers will die?"
Gold Dust: ...
what?
"Death...what does this death mean?" Sha Jin pulled over two pillows and sat cross-legged on the carpet, without any awkwardness at all.
"Literally." San Yue Qi pointed at the various small ornaments on Cheng Che's bookshelf with a serious face, "Look, there are a lot of crow feathers there, all of which were plucked off by someone, and the person who plucked the feathers... is now dead in the room next to you."
The corners of Shajin's mouth twitched, and he looked up at Cheng Che, "Is this also the result of the crow's mouth?"
He knew that one of the new members of the Star Train had a crow's mouth that always worked, but... it shouldn't be that effective, right?
"Maybe, but the combination of Crow's Mouth and Joy will be great." Cheng Che responded, and after hugging his Star Core Pillow in his arms, he looked at the Gold Dust, "Want to try? I can give you a feather to play with."
At the side, San Yue Qi skillfully piled pillows next to Cheng Che, leaned his head against them and continued reading comics, and then pulled out a bag of snacks and stuffed it into the gold sand.
Shajin pressed her eyelids, lowered her eyes and turned the ring on her finger, politely refusing, "No, it's good to be alive."
Suddenly, he felt that the bet between him and Cheng Che was a little bit uncertain. He believed in his own ability, but he had to be more cautious about the magical combination of joy and crow's mouth, and...
He always thought that Cheng Che should be a rational and calm person, but for some reason, Cheng Che always deliberately indulged his willfulness intentionally or unintentionally and did some things beyond common sense.
"You actually rejected me?" Cheng Che looked at the gold dust and couldn't help but frowning, "But it doesn't matter."