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But the good thing for the curious is that his wings are not robin's wings.
At the side, Sambo tried to grab Cheng Che's sleeve and persuaded him in a low voice, "Friend! You just arrived at Pinocchio! This is the first time you meet this Sunday! Calm down!"
"How can I stay calm!" Cheng Che's tone was extremely calm, and he broke free from Sangbo's hand. "Can you have some normal manners? At a time like this, you should fan the flames. Besides..."
"What's wrong with me touching it? Will touching the wings cause feathers to fall off like losing hair?!"
Sambo: ...
That’s right.
Sangbo decisively let go and raised his hand, "Please."
Cheng Che looked at Zhou Ri and smiled what he thought was a gentle and kind smile under the influence of alcohol, "I want to touch your wings."
Chapter 589 I am a polite crow
"Ah, poor Sunday, I don't know what's going to happen to me."
Xing sighed and shook his head. Just when he was about to complain to Sanyueqi, he saw Sanyueqi's wide eyes and was speechless for a moment.
Well, Ji Zi and Walter were whispering, and she wanted to whisper with March Seven, but March Seven was a person who didn’t know Cheng Che’s identity and would unconsciously fill in the plot.
"It turns out that the twin brothers have similar personalities..." March Seven muttered, but his curious eyes still stayed on Phoenix opposite.
After thinking for a moment, San Yue Qi looked at Xing, "But I really think they are very similar. This Phoenix has the feeling of a drunken version of Little Crow, but he is even more unbridled than a drunk Cheng Che."
star:……
"As long as you're happy." Xing pursed her lips, crossed her arms and sighed softly, "I really admire you now."
"Of course, we are your seniors!" March 7 patted his chest with a bright smile on his face.
Amidst the whispers, Sunday finally came to his senses from his shock and bewilderment. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the young man in front of him with a suspicious look, "Ah?"
"I think..." Cheng Che paused, then nodded affirmatively, "Touch the wings."
Sunday:……
Sunday looked into the young man's clear eyes, the words of rejection stuck in his throat and he could hardly utter a word.
He has a long list of polite refusal phrases to deal with this kind of situation, but...
It seems that Phoenix is very obsessed. He is thinking that if he refuses this request, will Phoenix go crazy in Pinocchio?
One envoy is enough to make people cautious, let alone such a crazy one.
"Promise him."
Sha Jin was holding a small paper bag in his hand, with a little smile on his face, and he said softly: "I will tell you the specific reason later, but now... I suggest you agree to him."
Zhou Ri glanced at Sha Jin, then turned to look at his sister, and finally looked at Cheng Che, "Then——"
The words that were about to destroy his character's image were stuck in his throat, and a warm touch came from behind, followed by a warm amber fragrance like the autumn sun, with a hint of alcohol.
Sunday:……
So skilled?
And...how did this man teleport to his side!
Sunday sighed imperceptibly and looked away at the gold sand.
After a while, he finally realized that something was wrong.
Sunday was paying attention to the movement coming from the wings, while looking at Shajin and asking a question in confusion, "Mr. Shajin, has something happened to your hair?"
Hearing this, Shajin's smile deepened. He looked at the young man next to Sunday and chuckled, "Mr. Sunday, you will know in a moment."
It's just losing hair and feathers, what's the big deal.
Besides... he was doing this for Sunday's good. If he didn't fulfill Cheng Che's wish now, Cheng Che would have to watch the brother and sister trying to touch the wings for a while.
By that time, it is no longer something that can be solved by just touching it.
Sunday's eyelids twitched, but he couldn't help but be startled when Phoenix took a step back and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He stretched out his hand to catch the familiar feather that fell from the sky, confusion written all over Pinocchio's most handsome face.
"Ha..." Shajin couldn't help laughing. He glanced at Zhou Ri and then at Cheng Che. "Mr. Phoenix, how do you explain that you and Mr. Cheng from the Starry Sky Train both have the skill of making people lose their hair? Is it a coincidence?"
Cheng Che withdrew his hand with satisfaction and quietly put a feather into his pocket. Then he looked up at the gold dust, smiled calmly and confidently, "What Mr. Sunday dropped was a feather."
Gold Dust: ...
Suddenly he felt that it was the right decision to go to Luofu on a whim. Why did he feel that Cheng Che's aggressiveness had decreased a lot because of their prior meeting and contact?
Sha Jin touched the contents of the paper bag, gave up the idea of asking further questions, and looked at Sunday, "It's time to have the conversation we agreed to have."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Sunday suppressed the absurd emotions in his heart, took a deep look at the young man standing beside him, raised his hand slightly, and chose to talk to Sha Jin aside.
He didn't want to express any opinion now, but he felt that... Sha Jin had some evil intentions.
Watching the two of them talking in low voices away from the crowd, the robin smiled and said, "This way, please take a break."
Cheng Che glanced at the robin, then retracted his gaze and lowered his voice, then raised his hand towards Sangbo, "Look, I plucked a feather."
Sambo: ...
Are you serious?
Sang Bo looked down at the soft feathers in Cheng Che's palm, raised his chin towards the girl beside him, with a hint of interest in his eyes, "Go grab her."
"I'm a polite crow. How can I pluck your feathers as soon as we meet?" Cheng Che curled the corners of his mouth and walked towards Walter and Ji Zi who were waiting and watching the star-chasing event on March 7.
March 7 was standing in front of the robin, marveling at its song. Walter frowned slightly and listened quietly to the conversation between them.
Noticing the movement, Walter turned to look at Cheng Che and lowered his voice, “You came early, did you find any problems?”
"No, I've decided to be an ordinary sightseeing crow that won't cause any trouble." Cheng Che, under the influence of alcohol, showed a smile that was inconsistent with his personality. He lowered his voice and said, "But the gold dust arrived a long time ago, and it was just waiting for you to come."
"Yeah." Walter nodded, exchanged a knowing look with Ji Zi, suppressed his doubts and whispered, "Something is not right. If you are traveling alone, remember to keep in touch at all times and pay attention to safety."
"Okay." Cheng Che nodded and looked at San Yueqi who was exclaiming in surprise.
After listening for a while, Cheng Che took a step back and asked Sambo, "The robin is the singer of Epseron. I remember Giovanni said he is also from Epseron, right?"
Sambo sighed heavily, "I'm just a fun-loving businessman, I'm not an encyclopedia. Why do you act like a child with a strong thirst for knowledge today?"
"Confirm my little guess." Cheng Che patted Xing's shoulder and lowered his voice, "I'm leaving first. Tell me something."
Xing nodded, glanced at Zhou Ri who had ended the private chat and was walking towards this side, and couldn't help but remind him: "You should also pay attention to safety."
Cheng Che smiled, put his hand on Sangbo's shoulder and walked towards the elevator.
"No more chatting?" Sambo raised his head slightly and smiled playfully, "I thought you were going to rub the wings of that chicken wing boy bald."
"Chicken Wing Boy? Who gave me that nickname—" Cheng Che met Sang Bo's gaze and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, the one who called me Little Black Bird."
"Hmm?" Sang Bo smiled and pushed Cheng Che into a passage on the side. "Come on, old Sang Bo will take you to experience a real dream."
Alas, everyone is a poor little guy, he is old Sambo...
Of course, old Sambo was just squatting on the side, eating melons and watching the fun!
Chapter 590: Biased!
"Can you come in?"
In the luxurious suite, two young men sat beside the table, looking at each other expressionlessly, but their eyes were full of confusion.
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door of the room, and the girls' voices were heard outside the door.
Cheng Che came back to his senses from his daze, and was too lazy to go open the door so he texted Xing directly.
In just a moment, Xing walked in quickly, followed by a frowning and puzzled Sanyueqi and the two parents of the train crew.
Cheng Che moved aside to make room, "What's wrong?"
"I came to chat with you." Xing sat next to Cheng Che and looked up at Cheng Che. "We were originally planning to go our separate ways, but now I think we should keep in touch."
"Oh." Cheng Che responded, and lowered his head as if he had a headache. "Sister Ji Zi has told me the information she found in the invitation letter, but I haven't found anything else."
At this point, Cheng Che's eyes swept around, and paused for a moment on the bathtub-like object in the middle of the room. Then he turned his head and said, "I have a big problem in my mind right now, which needs to be solved urgently. I don't know..."
Xing blinked and asked in confusion: "Are you having problems? Tell us, anyway, we..."
"We are all family!" San Yue Qi frowned and spoke in a firm voice, "We don't discriminate against Star Core Hunters, just say it directly. But since you have so many identities, can you bring Cheng Che over to play? It's boring for Cheng Che to stay on the train."
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che looked at San Yue Qi deeply, resting his elbows on the table and holding his cheek, his eyes blank, "I can't sleep."
He never expected that the first difficulty he faced when he arrived at Pinoconi was insomnia.
After the words were spoken, everyone sitting at the table fell silent.
Several people looked at Cheng Che's expression and showed confused expressions at the same time.
At the side, Sambo, who was wearing a disguise, sighed heavily, "Yes, our little... little hunter couldn't sleep. I have been pressing him to lie in the dream pool for a long time. His eyes are brighter than those of the star god."
San Yue Qi frowned, "Why do you, a little follower, make me feel so familiar with Sambo! Sambo can't have a twin brother, right?"
Sambo: ...
Sangbo looked at Sanyueqi with a puzzled look and opened his mouth, "Who is Sangbo? Does Miss Sanyue have a big opinion about him?"
"Hmph." San Yue Qi snorted, and his gaze returned to the young man beside him, "Can't you learn from Cheng Che? If you can't sleep, take two pills. If that doesn't work, try hypnotizing yourself?"
Cheng Che's eyes were empty as if he had suffered a setback. "I ate it. If I eat more, I'll die. But I still can't sleep."
I felt even more excited lying in the dream pool. I was so excited that I even wanted to go out and run a hundred or eighty laps. I didn’t feel sleepy at all.
San Yue Qi looked at the man in front of him who had the same face as Cheng Che with disdain, "Cheng Che can overcome difficulties, but you can't. You are so useless."
Hearing this, Xing sighed heavily and patted March Seven's shoulder, "March, let's not talk about it anymore, okay?"
Sanyueqi hummed and nodded, "Okay, but..."
At this point, Sanyueqi frowned and looked at Xing, "Why don't you just give him a baseball bat and throw him into the Dream Pool?"
Xing hugged the bat and trembled, "I don't dare."
How dare she?