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"Please experience it well--" Zhou Ri's voice stopped instantly, and he looked at the young man who broke free from the girl's grasp with trembling pupils.
The hair on the other person's forehead was gathered behind his head, with only a few strands of hair hanging down due to his movements. His light amber eyes looked at him curiously, as if he was listening to what he said, but...
Sunday looked at what the young man was gnashing between his teeth and for a moment he felt a little lost.
what?
Memory quality?
Xing noticed Zhou Ri's gaze, and when he looked over, he was startled and then sighed helplessly.
She just wanted to keep it a secret from Cheng Che, but now it seems...
Cheng Che doesn't care whether his cards are exposed or not. People with weapons in their hands don't care about winning or losing at the table. Losing is also considered winning.
"I still can't change my habit of being a know-it-all." Zhou Ri smiled and said helplessly, "Now it seems that I am just showing off my skills in front of others."
Xing wanted to wave his hand but was suppressed. Cheng Che continued to rest his chin on the top of Xing's head, watching Sunday's eyes flicker. After a while, he sincerely invited, "Mr. Sunday, will you be my tour guide? Explain to me the many rules of the dream."
Sunday:……
Zhou Ri's eyes were deep. He looked at Cheng Che quietly for a moment, then smiled and said gently, "Of course, it is my honor to guide Mr. Phoenix."
Xing looked at the smile on Zhou Ri's face in silence, and tried to raise his head to observe Cheng Che's expression, but he saw the same gentle, elegant and subtle smile. He couldn't help rubbing his arms, "Then...what should I do?"
Cheng Che lowered his head, "Are you a child? Can't you play by yourself without someone to play with you?"
"But I also need a tour guide..." Xing felt wronged for no reason, but still tried to defend herself, "You're just going to leave me like this?!"
Cheng Che looked at Xing deeply, with a smile on his face, "My friend, you have your own tour guide."
Cheng Che stood up straight, thought for a moment, and then reached out to Zhou Ri, "New friend, would you like to give me a hand? I think my coccyx has been severely injured."
Sunday:……
Sunday met Cheng Che's eyes in silence, and after thinking for a moment, he turned to look at the girl beside him, "Robin, can you wait for me for a moment?"
Hearing this, the girl raised her head and smiled gently, "Of course, brother."
Zhou Ri smiled gently, raised his hand to support Cheng Che, and said softly: "Don't worry, the injuries in the dream will heal soon."
"Yeah, but I repeated it twice. I don't think it will heal on its own." Cheng Che responded, and unceremoniously moved his weight onto Sunday's body, hanging on Sunday like a hemiplegic person, letting Sunday carry him and move slowly.
When Sunday turned a corner, Cheng Che suddenly laughed, "Mr. Sunday, the word 'teachers' is used incorrectly."
Sunday:?
what?
is it wrong?
"The usage is correct, but times have changed. From the perspective of us young people, this word is generally used to describe those middle-aged elders who like to preach to the younger generations and think highly of themselves and believe in the truth." Cheng Che had one hand on Zhou Ri's shoulder, and now he raised it and poked Zhou Ri's cheek as he turned it towards him.
He looked into Sunday's calm eyes and suddenly smiled gently, "How is it? How does it feel to be out of control? Is it a good experience?"
Sunday raised an eyebrow, "Not bad, but I don't like it."
"It's okay, I'll get used to it." Cheng Che stroked Zhou Ri's cheek with his fingertips, and said softly, "But I just like it."
At this point, Cheng Che stood up straight, took his hand back and looked at Sunday, "Sir, I like your personality very much."
"Oh?" Zhou Ri adjusted his cuffs, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and still smiled as he looked at the young man in front of him.
"Very familiar, this is the person I dream of becoming, at ease, calm and natural, like a normal and strong person."
Cheng Che took a step back, stood up straight and looked at Zhou Ri, "But unfortunately, I smell the same scent in you, possession, control, disguise, and confidence."
Sunday:……
It sounds like he's a pervert!
Not him!
Under Sunday's calm gaze, Cheng Che touched his trouser pocket and barely took out two candies that had just been smashed into powder by Xing, and stuffed them into Sunday's hands, "I am willing to play with you, but sir, the premise is that I am willing."
Sunday lowered his eyes and looked at the candy in his palm. The purple laser paper wrapped the candy that was pressed into powder, which looked like it had a cheap flavor. "What are the conditions you are willing to give?"
"Guess what?" Cheng Che glanced at the surrounding streets, trying to find a trash can to find some clothes to wear. "Don't worry, it's not difficult."
At this point, Cheng Che glanced at Sunday and said hesitantly, "You...is there no trash can in your Pinocchio's dream?"
Sunday's thoughts were interrupted and he repeated, "Trash can?"
"Yes." Cheng Che rubbed his cheeks, suppressed his fake smile, and returned to his expressionless state, "I need a trash can."
Sunday thought for a moment and said, "If you need it, I can have someone deliver it."
"Forget it then." Cheng Che muttered, glanced at Zhou Ri, waved his hand, and turned to leave. "Sir, your sister is waiting for you. If you don't hurry over, I will kidnap your sister and have a relationship with her."
The young man's figure disappeared around the corner. The smile on Zhou Ri's face disappeared. He looked in the direction where Cheng Che left, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Cheng Che walked along the road for ten minutes, stopped at a corner and dialed the phone, lowering his voice to ask, "Sister, where is my trash can?"
Kafka's voice on the phone was full of speechlessness. "As someone who entered the dream world openly, do you still need someone to bring you a trash can?"
"I need it. I'm so pitiful. I don't even have clothes to wear..." Cheng Che was shameless and acted coquettishly towards Kafka, "I'm only one year old."
Kafka was silent for a moment, "Turn around."
Cheng Che turned around and met a pair of eyes that were as bright and dreamy as flames in a dream.
The girl was holding a trash can, with a slight smile on her face and tilted her head. Her voice was gentle and friendly, "Hello, little crow, the trash can is here."
Chapter 596: Owe curse.
In the quiet alley, Cheng Che stood against the wall, holding a mobile phone in his hand.
Opposite him, a girl was holding a trash can and carefully hiding her body in the shadows to avoid being discovered by pedestrians walking back and forth at the intersection.
She looked up at Cheng Che with a gentle and faint smile on her face.
"Sister, do you mind if I have a relationship?"
Cheng Che was stunned for a moment, then spoke to the woman who was on the phone.
Kafka:…
She didn't mind, but she did mind Cheng Che talking to the girl in front of her. After all...
Fireflies can’t explode!
"Calm down." Kafka sighed and said lazily, "Although I know you won't fall in love easily, my heart really beat violently when you said this..."
"How do you know I won't fall in love casually? What if I fall in love at first sight?" Cheng Che laughed, said a few words and hung up the phone. Then he looked at the girl in front of him, "Hello, I'm Cheng Che."
"Just call me Liuying." The girl curved her eyes, put the trash can aside, and handed over a set of clothes. "This is the clothes Kafka prepared. The clothes picked out of the trash can are a bit special."
Cheng Che opened the paper bag and took a look, his pupils dilated, "I'm going to make trouble at Pinocchio, why do you have to prepare slim-fitting shirts, pants and leather shoes for me?"
Did you know that he is a big boy?
He should wear some sporty clothes to avoid turning himself into a pervert!
"Because it looks good." Liuying smiled with her eyebrows curved, and considerately turned around with her hands behind her back, "You should change your clothes quickly, I will help you keep an eye on it."
Cheng Che glanced at Liuying's back, grabbed the crow from his shoulder and placed it next to Liuying, "Please help me take care of my little pet."
Hearing this, Liuying nodded, hesitantly stretched out her finger and rubbed the little crow's head, "You have a little pet, Elio didn't say that."
Pet Agu: ...
These star core hunters are so shameless.
Agu tilted his head and rubbed the small feather on his head against Liuying's palm, "Gugu."
There was a rustling sound behind him. Cheng Che hid in the shadow of the corner and quickly put on his shirt and changed his pants. He was bending over to put on his suit socks. "What else did Elio say? Really, you dragged me into your small group, but you didn't give me a script. All you said to me was don't make trouble..."
Is he the kind of kid who makes trouble?!
"Isn't this good? No need to rush..." Liuying listened to the noise behind her and asked in confusion, "Have you changed?"
"Put on your shoes." Cheng Che put on his leather shoes expressionlessly, even a little disgusted, "I'm going to harass Kafka later. I have to repeat eight hundred times that I don't like formal clothes."
Hearing this, Liuying laughed, turned around, put her hands behind her back and waited for Cheng Che's move, "Why? Ah Ren won't be disgusted by these."
Cheng Che paused for a moment, slowly put on his shoes, wiped his notebook, and looked at the leather strap in his hand with a strange look, not knowing where to put it. After thinking for a moment, he said with disdain, "Because I had to wear it when I was a child. It was only when I went to college that the rules were stricter, so I avoided those... extravagant occasions."
Although there are no birthday parties or cocktail parties every day, I am always taken by my brothers and sisters to socialize. The children of close relatives and friends are divided into small groups based on age. They don’t need to be too close, just need to interact with each other and be familiar with each other.
Liuying nodded thoughtfully, then asked doubtfully, "Do you want me to play with you at Pinocchio?"
"No need. I'm going to hang out. You go play with Little Star." Cheng Che stretched and slowly wrapped the leather strap in his hand around his palm.
Liuying nodded, turned around and walked two steps before stopping. She turned her head and looked at Cheng Che with a worried look, "You...you don't know how to use these things, do you?"
Cheng Che: ...
Do you have to say it so clearly?
Cheng Che looked at Liuying expressionlessly and shook the straps in his hand. "To be honest, I don't need these things at my age."
"Okay..." Liuying looked at Cheng Che with her hands behind her back and tilted her head. She pointed a finger at the paper bag beside her, "Kafka has prepared instructions for you."
"I won't look." Cheng Che refused decisively, lowering his head to look at his shirt, "I am already showing respect to Pinocchio by being able to wear formal clothes."
nobody!
No one can make him wear a formal suit step by step according to the instructions, or even tie a tie and match all the accessories!
Pinocchio doesn't deserve it!
Liuying curled her eyes, put her hands behind her back and walked forward happily, her voice full of laughter, "But Kafka really wants to see you wearing all the clothes she bought for you."
The girl's figure disappeared around the corner. Cheng Che looked at the scattered things in his hand. After a while, he squatted down and leaned against the trash can, looking down at his phone.
"Cuckoo."
Agu flew around and came back, standing on the trash can and looking at Cheng Che, "Don't wear it! Let's go have some fun, two crows!"
Cheng Che turned a deaf ear and lowered his head to tap on the screen of his mobile phone.
【Cheng Che: Do I really have to wear it? I’m so ashamed.】
【Kafka: Ache, I want to see it.】
Cheng Che: ...