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Chapter 697 Look at the wings?
"Any more questions?"
Sunday raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him with a confused look.
Perhaps thinking that no one could peek at Cheng Che, he relaxed a little and asked in confusion: "Yes...is there anything else that you haven't made clear?"
Hearing this, Sha Jin sighed softly.
He looked at Sunday with a complicated look, then walked around to the other side and sat down, looking at the table with his fingertips, "Friend, give me something to eat, I want to eat today..."
Shajin narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking, "I want some fruit, and a refreshing drink. Oh, and a cup of tea for the professor."
Cheng Che sat down calmly, picked up the trash can and started rummaging through it, leaving behind a Sunday that was inexplicably unable to fit in at the picnic.
There was a hint of confusion in his golden eyes, and he turned to look at Cheng Che taking out various foods from the originally empty trash can and filling it up.
After a while, Zhou Ri came to his senses and looked at Cheng Che in confusion.
"Do you want to eat anything?" Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Sunday. After thinking for a while, he pushed the food in front of him towards him and even moved his chair to be next to Sunday.
Sunday:……
I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a sense of danger, as if it was a tremor coming from the depths of my soul.
There was an inexplicable intuition telling me to stay away from this dangerous crow.
Crows will hide their glittering collections in their nests, but the rest of the time... they will pluck some hair from other animals to decorate their nests, to make them warm and beautiful.
"I have an idea that's not very polite. Are you willing to satisfy me?" Cheng Che sat next to Zhou Ri, propped up his chin and looked at him innocently, "Please."
Sunday:……
A man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with muscles so strong that he can punch a hole in a table. When he wears formal clothes, he looks a little immature, but he can well highlight his noble temperament. Now he is wearing a simple vest and shorts, and the sense of power is overwhelming.
Sunday leaned back, completely ignoring the fact that such behavior was considered withdrawal and fear in social situations.
He looked at Cheng Che with wide eyes, “You have a lot of impolite thoughts.”
Which one is more polite, touching the wings or the head?!
"I want to see your wings." Cheng Che ignored Zhou Ri's resistance and pointed at him, "I'm talking about the wings under your clothes. Last time when you lent me clothes, I thought it was your shirt and didn't even look at it carefully."
Sunday:……
What did he hear?
There was an impolite crow standing in front of him, the head of the family, and said... take it off for me to see?!
Excessive!
unacceptable!
Zhou Ri's usually calm heart was actually filled with a feeling of grief and anger. He looked at Cheng Che, "Are you polite?"
"It's rude, but I want to see." Cheng Che didn't feel any sense of responsibility and continued to point at Zhou Ri. "We are all men, so what's wrong with letting me see? I'm just looking at your wings, not your..."
Cheng Che quickly turned his head and patted his lips, then turned back to look at Zhou Ri, "Please."
Sunday took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, "What's so good about it!"
"I want to see how to hide wings." Cheng Che said calmly, "My wings look nice, but they have to disappear when I wear clothes. I want a way to show them off so that others can see how nice they are but it won't affect my life, so let me see yours."
Sunday lowered his eyes and pressed his hands against his collar, like a good boy hiding from a gangster. "Hidden wings cannot bring the ability to fly."
"I know." Cheng Che nodded and tapped his fingertips on the table. "So I want to take a look."
Sunday raised his eyes and said, "What's the use of seeing it?"
"I'm happy." Cheng Che spread his hands, then sighed, "But I still have a question I haven't asked yet, and I just remembered it."
"Tell me your problem first." Sunday couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to say something, a cup of hot tea was stuffed into his hand.
Cheng Che shook the teacup casually, with a calm expression, "My grandparents were very particular about the etiquette and process of making tea, but I only know a little bit, so I won't embarrass myself here. As long as it's drinkable, it's fine."
He calmly poured hot water into the glass containing tea leaves and handed it to the people around him without any shame. "It smells like the tea leaves my father hid in the safe. You can try it. It's a specialty of my hometown."
I just guessed the answer by accident and now I feel a little chilly. I need to drink something hot to cool down.
Sunday, holding a cup, repeated, "Your problem."
"My question is, have you found the illegal immigrant you caught? Can I bail him out?" Cheng Che lowered his eyes and looked at the tea leaves in the water cup. He wondered where the trash can was stolen from. Maybe it was really his father's safe. "It should be my friend. You don't know, he is too conceited. He called me over across half the galaxy just to touch his head and let his damaged hair grow back to be perfect."
At this point, Cheng Che sighed again, "How can a beautiful rose be beaten into a mess by Pinocchio's raindrops?"
Sunday:……
What a strange metaphor, comparing people to animals and plants, but without any sense of contempt for objectifying life. It's more like... a child naming his or her newly bought doll, representing a natural closeness and a domineering and childish behavior that declares sovereignty.
"You're worrying too much." Zhou Ri's eyes met Cheng Che's and he chuckled after a while, "He may be preparing for the competition now, so there's no need to worry."
Cheng Che: ...
It’s worthy of being called Silver Branch, how can it be so beautiful?
"Oh." Cheng Che lowered his head and thought about it. After a while, he still refused to give up. "Take a look at the wings?"
Sunday:……
Zhou Ri looked at Cheng Che in silence. He lowered his head, and the whorl on top of his head was hidden by his curly hair. Perhaps because he was in a dream and did not look well groomed, it looked like he did not use hair wax.
Sunday sighed helplessly after a while, raised his hand to unbutton his coat, "I hope you don't say such things to the robin."
Cheng Che glanced at Zhou Ri and reiterated seriously, "I am very polite to girls."
Of course, those girls who come to tease him first don’t count, such as Hanabi and Black Swan.
On the side, Shajin watched the conversation between Cheng Che and Zhou Ri with a smile, and after a while he turned to look at Latio, "Professor, I think you are wrong. How could I be a peacock? Isn't the peacock spreading its feathers in front of us now?"
The wings look beautiful and should be displayed without affecting your life.
Wow, how delicate and delicious.
Latio sneered, "How bad are you? The perfume on your body is about to cover the fragrance of the tea leaves."
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and took out a brand new bottle of perfume from his pocket. After opening it, he sprayed it on his neck twice. "You reminded me, I don't think I have refilled my perfume today."
What happened to the peacock?
The peacock is beautiful!
Chapter 698: It's Deliberate
The meeting room was silent, and the eyes hidden in the dark were isolated. The professors from the Doctoral Society and the backbones from the Interstellar Peace Company looked at the two people sitting not far away with confused eyes, with blank expressions on their faces.
"It's hidden like this..."
Cheng Che lowered his head to observe Zhou Ri's wings, and couldn't help but reach out to touch his feathers. "When I first saw you, I thought this was some kind of color-blocked shirt. At that time, I thought you were a bitch..."
Cheng Che paused, thought for a moment, then walked around behind Zhou Ri and looked at his wings through the gap between the chairs, with the same confused expression on his face.
He lay on the table, looking a little confused. "Our wings seem to be different. My wings are close to my shoulder blades, and your wings are on your waist. But it looks like..."
It's quite hot.
It's located at the thinnest part of the waist. It really knows how to choose the right place.
Cheng Che couldn't help but stretch out his hand and spread out his palm to gesture. He retracted his gaze and looked down at himself, then raised his head and glanced at Zhou Ri secretly.
It looks serious, but it's actually really burning.
But then again, people who look elegant and thoughtful like this have to be a little bit burned.
Cheng Che lowered his head and thought for a moment, then opened the fitness plan on his phone and made a note of waist training.
On the side, Sunday was hopeless, "Are you ready? If you are, I will..."
About to get dressed?
Why does it feel a bit weird?
Sunday paused and changed the words, "Look, you can go out and have fun, don't stay here."
Cheng Che nodded, but then became a little confused.
He stroked his chin in thought, looking very confused. "If I want to hide my wings like you, then do I have to wear something like a bib? A fake collar? Otherwise, if I wear wings, people who don't know me will think I stole some little girl's clothes to wear."
The wings are wrapped around the underside of the arms. If I don’t wear a half-shirt, it will feel like I’m wearing girls’ clothes, a tube top or a camisole?
Oh, no, there is no such belt.
Zhou Ri looked at Cheng Che expressionlessly, "Are you talking about me?"
"Ah?" Cheng Che tilted his head and glanced at Zhou Ri. "If it's a shirt of the right size, it should wrinkle when you wrap it with your wings. It won't fit with a formal coat. So you're wearing a fake collar? A bib? Or... a bellyband?"
"You talk too much." Zhou Ri inexplicably felt a murderous intent growing in his heart, staring at Cheng Che, "As a nameless guest, with many star gods watching you, is this what you think about every day?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che was stunned.
He recalled the questions he often thought about and found that there was no logic in them.
Cheng Che looked at Zhou Ri, "Can't I think about it? The Star God even stole half of my watermelon to eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crow on his shoulder slipped and fell on the table with a thud.
Agu tilted his head and looked at Cheng Che with an incomprehensible look, his eyes as complicated as if he was thinking about how to devour the fate of a star god.
He really holds a grudge. He was just having so much fun that he stole half a watermelon from Cheng Che. How long has he been holding a grudge against him?
But... it's still quite fun!
Goooo!
"Professor Latio said that some of my conversations were meaningless, and now you say that my thoughts are meaningless." Cheng Che lay on the table with his arms as his head resting on his head, his eyes extremely confused, "Why must it be meaningful?"
Zhou Ri frowned slightly and looked at Cheng Che with a frown.
Is this the key?
Isn't the point that Cheng Che wanted to see his wings and was curious about whether he was wearing a bib or a bellyband? !
"Snapped--"
There was a slight sound, and then the room was filled with fragrance.