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Latio: ...
Yes, there is another person?
Latio turned around and saw that Cheng Che finally remembered how to use the terminal.
A light blue curtain of light floated around the young man. He stretched out his muscular arms and was holding the statue of the Night Thrush while turning it.
Judging from the direction, it should be almost finished.
Latio: ...
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin pursed his lips, but couldn't help but speak after seeing the door appear, "I remember that you are not so efficient in your actions normally."
"Hmm?" Cheng Che took out a tissue from his bag to wipe his hands. Hearing this, he looked up in surprise. "Really? I'm still very interested in deciphering it, and I have a hunch."
He is just afraid of trouble and always skips a lot of steps, it's not like he has no brains to use.
"What?" Shajin did not choose to go directly into the front door. Instead, he stood beside Cheng Che and asked with great interest, "What's the premonition?"
"I have a feeling that I will need to use my brain later, so I'm warming up my brain first." Cheng Che answered seriously. After a pause, he couldn't help but look at Latio and whispered, "You two are quite interesting bickering. I was planning to quietly open the door and squat beside you to watch you talk."
You and I were talking back and forth, one with a little teasing, the other impatiently but for some reason always responding.
However, it must be said that although Latio is cold and strict, he always responds to other people's questions and does not make people feel that he is performing a one-man show.
And gold dust... gold dust can provide a lot of emotional value, it's smiling, and it seems that nothing can stop it.
The corner of Shajin's mouth twitched, "Am I a famous actor? Do I have to perform live for you?"
"What's wrong with acting out a bit?" Cheng Che didn't think there was anything wrong at all. He walked forward calmly and opened the door.
Shajin raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Che's arm, asking doubtfully, "So do you think this is a Night Thrush or an Annihilation Eagle?"
"It should be a night thrush, right? The night thrush looks a lot like a sparrow, and doesn't have the aggressiveness of an eagle." Cheng Che looked back at the statues in the hall and asked in confusion, "I've never heard of the name of the Annihilation Eagle before, but statues of eagles usually have their wings spread out to highlight the eagle's swiftness and ferocity."
Shajin frowned, "But where can I find such a big night thrush?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che looked at the gold dust with an indescribable look and sighed in his heart.
Why did he feel that Shajin was deliberately playing dumb to ease the tense atmosphere?
"Heh, how about I give you the chance to join the Genius Club?" Latio barely remembered his qualities as a professor and did not roll his eyes in public.
He turned around, opened the door, and walked towards the depths of the mansion, saying coldly, "Are you not leaving yet?"
Hearing this, Shajin shrugged and spread his hands, pushing Cheng Che forward, and asked in confusion as he walked, "You haven't given up on joining the Genius Club yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Che paused.
Why did he feel that Gold Dust was secretly poking at Latio's defenses again?
Latio closed his eyes. "It's just a joke, can't you hear it?"
Stupid!
It's all stupid!
Shajin pursed his lips, "I really didn't hear it."
Whose joke is this?
Shajin sighed slightly, and suddenly looked at Cheng Che as if he remembered something, "I heard that you were also watched by the intellectuals. What is the direction of your research? How about giving some advice to Professor Latio? I think he..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Che had already quickly peeled a candy and stuffed it into Shajin's mouth, "Be good, we won't tell."
Gold Dust: ...
A little speechless.
Cheng Che glanced at Latio and asked in confusion, "Forcing Him to look at me doesn't count as joining the Genius Club. I don't have any interest in doing research."
The majors he studied at the school he attended were not suitable for research, and his illness prevented him from joining the police force after graduation like his classmates. His original plan was to go home and be a parasite, help with some minor chores at home, and live a good life until he was old.
As for research...what can he research with his short-lived personality? There will be a bunch of topics but only one title?
"It should be considered that. For a Star God, whether it is an active or passive glance, it can prove that there is something worth noting about you." Shajin thought for a moment and shook his head, "You should think about it carefully."
Cheng Che: ...
Are you serious?
But right now, no member of the Genius Club has contacted him to have a good chat, right?
Cheng Che thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "Maybe... Does the dimensional wall exist? How to break it?"
Shajin looked at Cheng Che in silence. After a while, he turned around and followed Latio's footsteps. "I think you are a little crazy now."
Cheng Che: ...
I have to say it, but even if I say it, people won’t believe it.
Why is gold sand so difficult to deal with!
Cheng Che rubbed his brows, and after turning a corner, he saw two people stopped in front of a closed door again.
He tilted his head and looked at the two people standing in front of the door in deep thought. After thinking for a moment, he moved to the side, found a step to sit down, supported his chin, and looked at the two people in front of him seriously.
They were about to start bickering again. This scene was rare, so he had to watch it carefully.
How interesting!
"Gugu!" Agu stepped on Cheng Che's shoulder and leaned his head on Cheng Che's cheek, looking at the two figures in front of him with the same curiosity, "Fun!"
Chapter 689 Is this the key point?
"No way, professor."
"What an obvious answer."
"Did you take the wrong road?"
"I'm not as stupid as you."
"So what should we do? Did you really make an appointment?"
“Heh, this is just a test. Only if you pass this can you stand in front of Sunday. Otherwise… this is our prison.”
“Oh, escape room, I like that.”
"Like something normal."
After a conversation, the two finally realized that they had once again overlooked a crow. They stopped the conversation, turned around, and looked for a companion in the hall.
Their friends were sitting on the steps, holding a half-circle watermelon in their hands, eating it with shining eyes, looking very happy.
Latio couldn't help but press his forehead and sighed softly, "You really are..."
"What's wrong?" Cheng Che tilted his head in confusion and pointed at the watermelon next to him. "Do you want to eat it? It's delicious. I just picked it up. It seems to have been chilled and has no seeds."
Latio: ...
Latio was silent for a moment, but finally decided to go along with the crowd. He walked over and sat next to Cheng Che. After wiping his hands, he started eating the watermelon.
It seems that I didn't replenish my vitamins enough today.
Shajin blinked and said, "Any ideas?"
"You guys seem to be having a good time chatting." Cheng Che said, and glanced around again, "There is no door, but there is a sandbox. I don't know how to play it yet."
Latio ate the watermelon in silence. After a while, he wiped his mouth and said, "You'll know if you try it."
"Yeah." Shajin responded, but then couldn't help sighing, "We should have come in earlier. Mr. Sunday set up such a barrier for us. He would not be satisfied if he didn't see how miserable he was."
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and looked at the watermelon in front of him. After thinking for a while, he nodded, "That makes sense. I'll touch his wings next time we meet, but as a friend..."
Cheng Che paused, his brows twitching as if they were about to frown. "I just heard from Mr. Latio that among the five major branches of the family, there is one called Thrush, and the others seem to be Oak, Clover, Hound, and Iris."
"Is there any problem?" Sha Jin frowned slightly and looked at Cheng Che in confusion.
Cheng Che thought for a moment, raised his hand and drew a circle in front of him, "I don't know if you have ever raised an animal. No matter what kind of animal it is, it's not enough to just provide food and water. If you are serious about raising it, you also have to consider the scenery. For cats and dogs, you need to set up a cat bed and play facilities that suit their body size. For birds, you would put rockery and branches in the house, as well as some plants. For fish, the scenery is more particular. Flowing water and even fog can be considered scenery."
Shajin was slightly startled, "So?"
"I don't know why, but I always feel that Pinocchio's dream is like keeping a bird in captivity, or a flock of birds."
Cheng Che rubbed his brows, raised his head slightly and looked at the sand table not far away, and said softly: "Everyone here is sinking into a beautiful dream, eliminating all dangers and only leaving happiness. It's like a bird that is caged and can't be free. The bird thinks it has found its home, but in fact it is just a spectacle that can be used to show off in the eyes of others."
Gold Dust: ...
It makes some sense, but I feel like Cheng Che’s imagination is a bit out of control.
"Who is raising him? Sunday?" Shajin lowered his voice and asked in confusion, "Or is it a family?"
"I don't think so." Cheng Che lowered his eyes, threw the watermelon rind into the garbage bag, and took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands and mouth. After a while, he spoke, "I can feel his desire for control. According to his personality, it is impossible for me to move freely here. Either he really feels powerless against my ability, or he deliberately lets me move freely."
"But your ability is really beyond my control." Shajin sighed, seeming a little speechless. "Now even if a star god is placed in front of you, the bird on your shoulder can take you away, right?"
How can this be restricted?
If it were Sunday, he would also feel desperate.
Can't stop it, nothing can be done.
"It's different." Cheng Che shook his head and looked up at the gold. "You are very good at gambling and betting, so ask yourself, is there really nothing you can do to me?"
Sha Jin was stunned, blinked his eyes and said nothing.
It doesn’t seem so. If you are determined to take the risk, there is still some way.
But it's not worth it, as it's something that can be solved by just making friends and having a few nice words.
"I have met people who have a strong desire for control but hide it very well. If you put yourself in their shoes." Cheng Che paused, lowering his eyes as if thinking, "If I were Sunday and wanted to stop Cheng Che's actions in Pinocchio, then I would try everything. This accident would ruin my plan and this beautiful dream. I would try coercion, inducement, and even analyzing the plan and entrusting my sincerity before giving up. But he... tried it, but didn't use it completely."
Cheng Che paused, "Sunday is even as paranoid as I am. If it were me... I would be able to take off all my clothes and kneel down to beg for my painstaking plan, but he seemed to have only chatted with me for a few words, without even probing me at all."
His goal now is to explore and have some fun, and try his best to find his brother. If someone prevents him from finding his brother...
Ask first, then think of insidious and cunning plans, and do anything to achieve your goal.
There is internal unrest and external pressure from the company and Xianzhou. No matter what Sunday's plan is, it is now showing signs of getting out of control. He... shouldn't be so calm.
Shajin pursed his lips tightly, and spoke after a long while, "I don't see how you can kneel down and beg."