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"Can you force me and Ren to work overtime?" Dan Heng had a blank expression on his face. He felt that the departure of the train was really good news. "Cheng Che said that you are like a raccoon slave. Am I the fish that the raccoon slave plays with? Although the Chiming tribe is related to water, it is not your overtime machine."
Jing Yuan couldn't help laughing and patted Dan Heng's shoulder, "You've become more cheerful. Maybe life on the train is more suitable for you."
Before Jing Yuan could continue to express his feelings, Dan Heng's eyes became visibly horrified.
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan felt the warmth coming from above his head, and when he looked up, he met a pair of light amber eyes.
Jing Yuan reached out his hand to catch the fallen hair, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion: "A farewell gift?"
"No, I'm just reminding you that you should take me to touch Lord Yukong's head and tail." Cheng Che rubbed Jing Yuan's head, his eyes narrowed and he looked very happy, "Don't move yet."
Jingyuan:?
A huge question mark flashed across Jing Yuan's eyes, and before he could say anything, he found two more people approaching from his left and right.
Including Dan Heng, there were four people gathered around his chair from the east, south, west and north.
The four of them looked at each other, and inhaled and exhaled at the same time, blowing the white hair into a dandelion.
Jing Yuan:......
Jing Yuan watched his hair flying around in silence. Just as he was about to say something, he discovered that several people were leaving quickly, as if they were running for their lives.
"Destroy the environment, Pa!"
The train conductor's eyes widened, and he glared at the group of cat cakes, "Nameless guest! You are not obedient!"
Chapter 581 Is there no possibility of losing?
Despite repeated attempts by Pam and the cats with small brooms in hand, the children in the train crew managed to clean up all the flying hair, leaving Jingyuan alone who wanted to cry but couldn't.
Before Jing Yuan could even protest, Xing and Cheng Che dragged him into the trash can, who then carried the trash can on their backs and headed straight for Yalilo No. 6.
Yan Qing looked at the empty train carriage, and looked blankly at Dan Heng who was standing aside and fixing his hair, "Teacher Dan Heng, has the general been kidnapped?"
"Not really." San Yue Qi stuffed the last bit of hair into the sack, found his phone to help Cheng Che contact the barber, and said seriously: "People kidnap them to sell them. The general loves to sleep and likes to have fun, so there is no buyer."
Yanqing:......
It’s better not to say anything!
Yan Qing looked at Sanyueqi's phone and asked in confusion: "Sister Sanyue, what are you doing?"
"Help Cheng Che find a barber. He said he wants a barber who won't cut corners. After much thought, we can only contact Pure Beauty Knight." March Seven typed a message in the chat box with a smug smile on his face. "Yinzhi cares about every hair on her head and understands beauty. She can even trim her own hair. She will definitely be able to do this job."
Yan Qing was silent for a moment, then hesitantly offered a suggestion, "I can trim it, but I don't know how to cut hair. So, the Silver Branch Knight..."
Is this the same?
"Oh, you don't know Yinzhi." Sanyueqi waved his hand and handed the reply to Yanqing. "Yinzhi is very enthusiastic. He can even go and learn now, and then come back to help Cheng Che with his hair."
Yan Qing leaned over and looked at the message on his phone in silence.
[Yinzhi: So Mr. Cheng Che has this need? Don't panic. I have already bought books on beauty and hairdressing. I believe Mr. Cheng Che will have a beautiful and charming hairstyle.]
There is also a photo below, which shows various small scissors that are polished to a reflective finish.
Yan Qing looked up at San Yue Qi, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, "Silver Branch Knight is really enthusiastic..."
"Yes." San Yueqi nodded affirmatively, holding his phone in his pocket and saying seriously, "Then let Cheng Che turn into a little crow for Yinzhi to see. Yinzhi will definitely be happy!"
Yanqing:......
Yan Qing nodded and looked around blankly for someone to talk to.
I feel that Sister March is very smart. She can actually think of this way to solve the problem.
Not far away, Walter pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at March Seven with a gratified look, and said to Ji Zi beside him, "It seems that Mr. Latio's teaching is very useful."
"Yeah, it's pretty good too." Ji Zi held a coffee cup in her hand, looked at March 7 with a smile, then turned to look at Walter, "Would you like to try the newly bought coffee beans?"
Walter: ...
Walter lowered his eyes to look at the golden hair on his arm, thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, I still have to study the mysterious ancient oriental country spell collection that Cheng Che helped me pick up."
Ji Zi watched Walter leave in silence, wondering whether to tell Cheng Che to go to the prison to find more stock, otherwise...
If Walter continues to stab the villain at this speed, Luosha will have to lose hair every day to keep up.
……
Belloberg, Lower District.
Jing Yuan covered his head and climbed out of the trash can. He looked at the gloomy place in front of him, and then looked at the huge open-air fighting field in front of him. He couldn't help asking, "Didn't they say that the melting snow in Beloberg has gradually expanded the living area? Can't the fighting club really be placed in the upper area? Or build a house?"
Open air!
Wouldn't it be crowded?
"Please look." Xing raised his hand and pointed at Cheng Che seriously, "He blew it up once when he first came here. Later, the boss built a new one, and he blew it up again. Now the boss decided to follow the guidance of fate and leave it in the open air. There is nothing left to blow up!"
Jing Yuan:......
This spirit is worth learning, but it's a bit unfair to yourself.
"Hi!"
A clear voice came from behind, and the young man waved with a cheerful smile on his face, "You are finally here. I have been waiting here for... ten minutes?"
"Luca is here too." Xing muttered, moving closer to Luca to take a look, then looking at Luca's arm, "Is your arm okay? Is it still getting water in it now?"
Luca was silent for a moment, then shook his head frankly, "No, because I used the mechanical lubricant that Cheng Che gave me, and I feel my fists have become stronger!"
Xing turned to look at Cheng Che, "Your crow's mouth really has after-sales service..."
"Of course." Cheng Che nodded, took out his remaining Dongcheng Shield and handed it to Jing Yuan, and said, "Remember to bet on me to win."
Jing Yuan's hand sank, and he lowered his eyes to look at the various coins in his hand, wondering: "Is it impossible to lose?"
So confident?
Although Cheng Che is an envoy and has no rivals in a fighting club in the lower city, but... what if?
Under Jing Yuan's questioning gaze, Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, "Don't try to trick me into cursing myself. I won't make any comments about myself and the contestants today."
Want to piss him off?
Have you forgotten the pain of being blinded by the flash?
Jing Yuan's little thoughts were seen through, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He spread his hands with a faint smile and said, "Okay, I'll rely on you to help me make money today."
Cheng Che glanced at the money in Jing Yuan's hand and asked in confusion: "But this is all my money."
"There are errand runners who get errand fees. It's normal for me to take a commission from my betting for you." Jing Yuan smiled with his eyes bent, and walked towards the club leisurely. When he passed by groups of spectators, he would stop to take a look and chat for a while.
Luca touched his head and looked at Jing Yuan's back, then turned to look at Cheng Che, "I feel like he's very strong. Doesn't he plan to play?"
Xing grabbed Luca's arm and pulled him towards the field. "Be good, we don't play with people who are full of tricks. These two people can buy you to Luofu."
Luca: …
Is that so?
Luca followed Xing closely, listening carefully to Xing's daily development during this period, with a serious look on his face.
Cheng Che stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking confused and cold, "Am I not a contestant? Why is no one paying attention to me?"
gone!
All gone!
"Brother Cheng Che, what are you doing?"
A voice came from below. Cheng Che lowered his eyes and met a pair of amber eyes. "Ah, it's Hook."
Cheng Che squatted down, looked at Hook and asked, "Are the Mole Gang coming here to play today?"
"Yes." Hook tilted his head and looked at Cheng Che. He touched his pocket with his other hand and frowned. "I've finished eating the candy. I can't share it with you."
"I have some." Cheng Che took out a handful of candy from his pocket and handed it over, tentatively extending his hand, "It's still a while before I go on stage. Do you want me to hold you up and watch the game?"
Hook bit the candy, her cheek bulged. She looked at Cheng Che for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Cheng Che's shoulder, "Okay!"
Cheng Che was slightly startled, then stood up holding Hook, "I'll put you on old Sambo's shoulders to watch the game later."
Chapter 582 Does this really look good? !
"Wow?"
Xing finally found the VIP seat occupied by old Sambo among the crowd. Looking at the various coins on the table in front of Sambo, his eyes lit up, "We'll split it in half when we meet?"
"That won't do!"
Sambo's eyes widened, and he quickly put away all his money, repeating solemnly, "This is all earned by old Sambo's hard work in business!"
Xing crossed her arms and looked down at Sangbo, "Yes, it was all earned by old Sangbo through hard work and fraud."
Who doesn't know the reputation of old Sambo?
There were many people in the homeless gathering place who cursed the sissy trader, and they were not talking about Sambo...she swallowed the baseball bat alive!
"Shh!" Sambo lowered his voice and looked around cautiously, then he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Xing to sit down.
He glanced at the white-haired man who was sitting next to him skillfully, and asked in confusion, "Where's Cheng Che? Why didn't he come?"
"Here he comes." Xing pointed behind him and spread his hands helplessly. "I just looked back at him. He was carrying Hook and picking up trash."
Sambo: ...
Sambo was in a trance for a moment, and hesitated to speak, "Although life in the lower class area is hard and everyone is poor, generally no one goes to pick up garbage."
It is precisely because of the scarcity of resources that everyone is very frugal and there is basically nothing recyclable in the trash cans, but...
For a moment, he didn't know whether he should envy Cheng Che's delicious takeout or feel sorry for Cheng Che.
The little master, who was pampered and spoiled at home, had hardly ever eaten leftovers. But when he came here, he was forced to pick up garbage to eat every day. How pitiful.
Under Sambo's pitying gaze, Luca, who avoided Sambo, placed a tray on the table and said with a smile, "These are all snacks shipped from the upper area. Eat and drink. The show will start soon."
Xing glanced at the various foods in front of him, looked at the brand new production dates on them and asked, "Are the upper and lower floors open now?"
It feels like it’s still the same, just not completely blocked like before.