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Sha Jin stood on the steps, looking down at Cheng Che's actions.
Use a gray-black pen to simply draw two strokes on the white paper to create a colorless but vivid food.
Cheng Che held the notebook and glanced at the gold dust. "Within 20 minutes, you need to finish this breakfast and then listen to an English morning news program."
Shajin nodded thoughtfully, took two steps forward, and shook the earrings in her hand. "Okay, I've finished eating and listening. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
Cheng Che took two steps forward, turned a page, and drew a path with trees on both sides. He said softly, "Change into running shoes, walk out of the house, jog around the community for 40 minutes, and then come back."
Shajin was slightly startled and shook the small earring in her hand, "Are you going to run?"
"Let's get moving. This is a timetable for raising children that many of my brothers and sisters have followed." Cheng Che glanced at his leather shoes, then at the road ahead, "Let's just run ten steps, right?"
Shajin nodded, ran slowly forward, stopped under a street lamp, and looked back at Cheng Che, "Isn't it unreasonable to run right after dinner?"
"I'm not full." Cheng Che turned the page again and said lazily, "It's just a bowl as big as a coffee cup and a bun as big as a walnut. It's to fill my stomach before morning exercise to avoid fainting from low blood sugar."
Shajin nodded thoughtfully, and once again moved closer to Cheng Che, looking very curious, "And then?"
Cheng Che drew a pole with a cloud on it and raining below. "The next step is to take a shower. You have to take a shower and change into clothes for going out within 20 minutes."
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin looked at the cloud. "Is this your rational imagination or is your shower room like this?"
"I just figured it out. Clouds are what cause rain." Cheng Che muttered, glancing at the electric pole next to Sha Jin. "How about...?"
Sha Jin was silent for a moment, standing silently looking at the telephone pole.
Cheng Che came over and stood with her. He continued to write and draw, and sketched out a sports suit that didn't show off her figure. "After taking a shower, we have to change into school uniforms. The driver or one of the brothers and sisters will be waiting outside the door. Carry your schoolbags and get in the car. We will be at school in 20 minutes."
Shajin raised his hand and asked, "May I ask, what stage of education is this?"
"Primary school? I can't take you to kindergarten. There will be teachers to coax you to sleep..." Cheng Che glanced at Sha Jin, then looked away and pointed, "Then there will be classes. At around nine or ten o'clock, the life teacher will give you a boiled egg, a portion of milk, and a piece of jujube paste cake."
Sha Jin watched Cheng Che continue to write and draw, filling up sheet after sheet of white paper with drawings and then turning over.
"Classes will end around twelve o'clock in the afternoon. I usually don't go home. I will find a small corner with beautiful scenery and no one around to finish the meal in my lunch box, then put it in the locker and wait to take it home and wash it at night." Cheng Che sat on the steps, and Sha Jin beside him also sat down.
Later on, there was no more. When he was in junior high and high school, he was too crazy, so he was advised to go to public school to interact more with strangers and learn to handle interpersonal relationships on his own.
Sha Jin propped up his chin and watched Cheng Che writing and drawing. After a while, he asked, "There should be time for a nap, right?"
"Yes, I had a dormitory when I was in elementary school. I would go back and sleep for about an hour before continuing my classes." Cheng Che responded, and moved the timeline to the afternoon. He said calmly, "School will be over at around four in the afternoon. Next, I will go to the interest class with the driver."
At this point, Cheng Che raised his head and looked at the musical instrument in the square that was playing melodious music even though no one was playing it. He sincerely suggested, "Friend, go give it a slap."
Gold placer:?
Shajin turned around and glanced at the square not far away in confusion, "And then?"
"Then..." Cheng Che stood up and stretched out his hand towards Sha Jin, "I'll teach you how to play the piano. I'm very good at it."
Shajin was silent for a moment, then looked up at Cheng Che, "Very good?"
Cheng Che pulled up the gold dust and pushed him towards the small square, saying with a relaxed smile, "Yes, I'm really good at it."
Sha Jin was pushed in silence towards those poor musical instruments, watching Cheng Che rudely slap each instrument, and only after clapping them until they were muted did he slowly adjust the syllables.
Shajin thought for a moment and pointed to the small notebook in Cheng Che's pocket, "Can you give it to me?"
"Of course, but you have to wait a while." Cheng Che touched the piano keys and took off the scattered accessories on his hands, "I'll give it to you when I finish painting."
Shajin tried to step back to get out of the way but was caught.
The young man had a blank expression but gentle movements. He held his palm and pressed it on the distinct black and white keys. "Be bolder. As long as you are confident enough, no one will notice that you made a mistake. Even if they do, you can say that you modified the notes yourself."
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin turned around silently, "What do you do after you finish learning the piano?"
Cheng Che recalled, seeming a little dazed, "Go home for dinner, do homework, and then have a night out."
Shajin's eyelids twitched, "What nightlife?"
What is this young master's night life like?
Good food, good wine, beautiful women, gambling chips and racing?
"Give up your game consoles and computers and become a qualified pillow." Cheng Che said expressionlessly, "You have to memorize two pages of words before going to bed."
Shajin was silent for a moment, then let go of his hand, "I don't want to experience this at all."
"Experience dinner time?" Cheng Che pushed away a man who sounded like a conductor and sat in front of the piano. He raised his hands to press the keys and looked at the gold dust. "Come on, friend, this is my game. You have to accompany me until the last moment."
Chapter 599 Well... I'm sorry!
The most extravagant and golden moment in Pinocchio's dream.
The light blond young man stood up from the piano stool, walked slowly to the side, raised his hand and looked carefully.
After thinking for a while, Shajin asked, "Are you sharing your story with me?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che continued to perfect the painting while holding the small notebook. After completing the details, he handed it to Shajin and said calmly, "Many people don't like to get along with businessmen, gamblers, and people who use all means to win."
At this point, Cheng Che stretched himself, and took out a wet tissue to wipe off the pencil marks on his fingers. "But I like it very much. I can relax more with a partner like you around me. On the contrary, when I am with Sanyue and the others, I feel..."
"Nervous?" Shajin took over the conversation, shaking the booklet full of pictures in his hand, "Nervous about their keen intuition and their heartfelt emotions."
"Well, because I don't understand, but I've been trying my best to understand, but it's obviously not deep enough." Cheng Che responded, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly paused.
He pulled the gold dust to the side, hid behind a dining cart and looked ahead, "Is that the Firefly and Star on a date?"
Shajin raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Che with a half-smile, "Xing didn't seem to introduce the name of that strange lady to us, right? How did you know?"
"Don't grab my tail, I've already shown you my earrings." Cheng Che muttered, quietly looking at the figures not far away, "Oh, there's someone I don't know."
Sha Jin laughed, turned his head to look and was slightly startled.
He was confused for a moment, "You... isn't this your partner? I remember we drank together in Luofu?"
"It's not him. Sambo said that he won't show his true self in Pinocchio for a while, and..." Cheng Che paused and said softly, "I don't know why, but I feel that this Sambo is not as hot as Sambo."
Shajin looked at Cheng Che suspiciously, "Is this burning?"
"A kind of... intuition." Cheng Che responded, suddenly stood up straight, and carefully arranged his clothes, including the small straps that Kafka gave with the clothes.
Sha Jin took a step back, stroked his chin and looked up at the young man in front of him.
Tsk.
Very good, only a shirt without a jacket. The white shirt is wrapped with circles of straps, showing the muscle lines completely. The rolled-up cuffs reveal strong and powerful arms, and there is a small silver ring on the finger.
Shajin raised an eyebrow, "Want to do something? Do you mind watching?"
"No problem." Cheng Che responded, and put the Agu pendant on his shoulder on Shajin's shoulder. He clapped his hands and lowered his head to study the trash can. "Order some food, and a bottle of strong liquor. I want gin, and I want it cold!"
Sha Jin repeated it with a smile, and just as he was about to say something, he noticed footsteps approaching from behind.
Sambo quietly appeared behind the two with an ordinary face, and looked furtively at 'Sambo' who was talking to Xing, "Come on, buddy."
Cheng Che took a look at Sang Bo's disguise and said, "Will he be discovered? If he is discovered, I will be very angry."
Hearing this, Sangbo thought about it and shook his head, "Probably not."
Agu crow jumped suddenly, "Coo! You won't find out! Charge crow!!!"
Sambo: ...
Sangbo silently grabbed the Agu Crow in his hand and plucked its feathers one by one, "Biased, not biased, biased..."
"Gugu, I'm just partial." Agu struggled, and his black feathers flew everywhere.
Sambo stopped, as if he had lost all hope, "Okay... let's have some fun together."
At this point, Sambo turned his head and looked at Shajin with a sad look, "Friend, are you really not going to consider joining the tavern? What's so good about the company?"
Shajin thought for a moment and said sincerely, "The company has money."
Sambo: ...
"Oh." Sang Bo responded sullenly and pushed Cheng Che, "Go ahead, the three of us will follow behind you and have fun."
Cheng Che unscrewed the few small wine bottles he had picked up, drank them down in gulps, then rubbed his face and walked out.
Looking at Cheng Che's back, Sang Bo couldn't help but sigh with pity, "What a poor Le Zi, she must be beaten."
"Yeah." Shajin crossed his arms and squinted his eyes, "You're going to be cursed."
In this case, can he include Cheng Che in his bargaining chips?
Of course, he had given up the idea of using Cheng Che and just wanted to... do a little favor or make a little deal between friends.
……
Xing tilted her head and looked at the familiar man in front of her, then turned her head blankly to look at Liuying, "March 7th?"
"Yes, Miss March." Sambo's eyes sparkled, "I am so lucky that I, old Sambo, met you here."
Xing grabbed Liuying's hand blankly and looked at Sangbo with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
Something seems to be wrong.
Xing took a step back and was about to say something when he saw a familiar figure rushing towards him.
The young man in the white shirt rushed over and grabbed Sambo by the collar, shaking him vigorously. In front of Sambo's horrified eyes, he shouted angrily, "How dare you come here?!"
Sambo:? ? ?
star:? ? ?
Liu Ying:? ? ?
Liuying looked at Xing in confusion, "Um...are there any conflicts between the two of them?"
Xing glanced at Cheng Che suspiciously, and after coming back to his senses, he pulled Liuying back a little and lowered his voice, "There is no conflict, but there is fun."
"You, you, you...little crow, you..." Sambo was pressed back and stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes, his mind full of thoughts.
what's the situation? !
Sambo didn't say that he had any life-and-death conflict with the little crow!
Isn't it said that old Sambo is the best brother of Little Crow? !
Didn't we say we were just like-minded people who were out to have fun together?!