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Don't you understand this?

When Latio saw this, he insisted on putting it on even if the plaster head got stuck!

Hua Huo puffed up her cheeks and remained silent. After a long while, she spoke, "But we are happy. I don't have the power to protect it. If I am exposed, I will be…"

It doesn’t matter whether Cheng Che is weird or not. What matters is whether he can blow Pinocchio up to the sky?

"It's okay. I'll go with you. I should still be useful. Anyway... Sunday won't tell anyone even if he finds out. As for others... it doesn't matter whether they can find out or not. Death is like smoke. It's fine as long as 'Gold Dust' dies in public and no one finds him." Cheng Che recalled the so-called plan and suddenly felt that the purpose of implementing this plan seemed to be to secretly give Sunday some convenience.

He rubbed his brows and lowered his eyes in thought.

So what was the original plot supposed to be like?

If he hadn't modified his memory, then Shajin would have gone to his stage to perform his death, then...

When Sha Jin was going to his death, did he realize that Sunday could also make a profit from this matter?

Cheng Che thought about it for a long time, and suddenly felt that he also had to find a way to trick Sunday.

Just give him a small reward for helping him.

As for favors...you still have to owe them!

Cheng Che turned his head to look at Hua Huo, "Change into one for me to see."

Hanabi: ...

There is nothing wrong with this, but it sounds weird.

Hua Huo was silent for a moment, touched her mask and walked to the side, "I won't show it to you."

Cheng Che's eyebrows jumped, and he turned to look at Latio, "Why do I suddenly feel like a gangster?"

He said this as if he was going to see something extraordinary.

Hearing this, Latio looked over the book in his hand without even looking up, "Context is a very important part of language, of course..."

At this point, Latio paused, and finally raised his head to look at Cheng Che, "Stop imagining."

Cheng Che: ...

Oh, there is no joy in imagining.

Cheng Che quickly deleted his messy thoughts, lowered his head and sent a message to Sha Jinfa, trying to contact a little peacock who had accidentally "died".

"Friend, can you hear me?"

A familiar voice came from the phone. Cheng Che quickly took out his earphones and put them on, then put one on Latio. Then he lowered his voice and asked, "Is it true?"

Latio: ...

Why did we have to drag him along to identify the call of this noisy peacock?

Latio stared at his books, "The acting is so good, I can't tell the difference."

I'm too lazy to tell the points. Anyway, these two birds will never be cheated when put together.

Cheng Che glanced at Latio, swiped the screen of his phone with his fingertips, and browsed the to-do items in the memo, "Can you contact me now?"

"Of course." The smile in Shajin's tone was so strong that it could almost be seen through the sound. "But do you want to exchange a secret code? Let me confirm it?"

Cheng Che looked back at Hua Huo who was secretly changing her clothes, and looked at her ponytail sticking out of the pillar. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked, "What's your time?"

"Hmm? You have confirmed my identity. Do you want to find me to confirm the time?" Shajin continued to smile, looking very relaxed. "Let me think, the professor should be by your side, right? Didn't you communicate with him?"

Cheng Che seemed to be interested in the skin on his knees exposed under his shorts. He lowered his head and rubbed it with his fingertips, observing the texture of the skin. "If you and I were in the same timeline, we would not be able to contact each other at least at the moment, but..."

Cheng Che paused and said calmly: "I didn't hear the phone ring just now, which means you didn't contact me through physical means. Now... you found Black Swan?"

"Hmm?" Shajin laughed. The voice seemed to have left from a soft place like the sofa or bed. The voice became a little clearer. "How did you guess that?"

"In my memory, if you in the future want to contact me now, you must go through the memory. Besides, you and Black Swan have cooperated before, once and twice." Cheng Che said. After noticing the movement, he turned around and glanced at 'Gold Dust' with the iconic smile of Fireworks. After careful observation, he found that they were exactly the same. "Sure enough, this world cannot be without joy."

Take a look!

It is obviously a harmonious place, protecting troubles and developing happy onlookers.

Now, for some unknown reason, they have turned into a group of people happily helping this and that, jumping up and down just for the fun, afraid that if something goes wrong they will have no fun themselves, and now they even plan to pretend that the other person is going on stage to perform!

Model worker!

Cheng Che put on his headphones and packed his backpack, but he couldn't help but sigh, "I'm so hardworking that I don't even seem like myself anymore."

After the words were spoken, Fireworks Gold Sand stopped, seeming to want to say something but stopped.

Latio raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Che, "You already owe five days of homework."

Chapter 703 But I don’t raise it.

"There are thirty...thirty-four slaves left."

"Go play a game with them and come out alive in two days."

"Inspect the goods..."

"You have a nice appearance..."

"Sixty taambas."

Amidst the chaotic noises, Cheng Che sat on the steps, silently recalling the illusion that appeared in his mind, and asked in confusion: "Gold dust?"

"I'm here." The young man's gentle and smiling voice came from the headset, and he seemed very lazy. "See?"

"The memories you shared with me? Was it also the Black Swan helping you?" Cheng Che thought about you. Although it was a question, it was still a little certain.

Disasters and the destruction of families were too far away from him, and he had never had slaves.

Even the nanny and driver at home were hired through formal labor contracts, and there has never been such a thing...

Can you buy a person with just a few dozen copper coins?

Cheng Che lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't think you would want to share these things with me."

"It's just that I thought of these past events when I was standing here." Shajin smiled softly, her tone so gentle that it seemed as if she could smell the perfume on the other person through the communication method. "You have helped me a lot, and it's nothing to tell you some past events. Besides... you have also told me the past events, and my memory has been changing with your actions."

"What's the purpose? You should have already planned successfully for the future, right?" Cheng Che asked in a low voice.

"Of course." Shajin couldn't help laughing and continued, "The plan was successful, but it doesn't prevent me from having some fun on vacation. As for the purpose...my friend, I will tell you, but not now."

"Yeah." Cheng Che responded, and then whispered, "Have you received any news about the robbery? Osvaldo?"

"Got it." Shajin smiled even more deeply. "It was very tragic. Not only was the vault robbed, but there was even a note left behind. It sounded like some provocative words."

"It says 'Thank you for your hospitality, come again next time'." Cheng Che repeated, thought for a moment and whispered, "I hope you have a good vacation."

Sha Jin let out a laugh and said nothing more, just kept in touch and listened quietly.

Cheng Che turned his head to look at Professor Latio beside him, "Professor, I am sometimes confused."

"Hmm?" Latio looked up at Cheng Che with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "What are you wondering about?"

Cheng Che rubbed his wrists, tidied his backpack, and then whispered, "From embryo to ashes, a person is taught by his parents, teachers, friends and relatives of all kinds around him, and movies, books, and so on. Why can't he suppress his violent and aggressive nature?"

Latio looked from Cheng Che's forehead to his chin, his eyebrows raised, "Do you want to make a comment on Oswaldo Schneider?"

"No, I don't have the right to judge others." Cheng Che stuffed the thermos into the side of his backpack and said calmly, "I just want to comment on myself. Sometimes I suddenly get interested and want to release my desire to destroy, like just now."

Latio was silent for a moment, then asked, "What were you thinking about just now?"

It seemed that there was nothing wrong, or maybe it was because he didn't notice the change in Cheng Che's eyes.

Cheng Che spread his hands, "I just saw a young man with a bright red brand on his neck. It is a code and an identity, a slave's tragic but unwilling fate."

"And then?" Latio tilted his head slightly and asked, "Want to destroy slavery?"

Cheng Che: ...

Cheng Che turned his head and looked at Latio silently. He thought about it again and again but still couldn't figure it out. "Do you really think I'm such a great person?"

"Maybe." Latio chuckled, the meaning of which was unclear.

There seems to be no clear boundary between selfishness and selflessness.

Cheng Che raised his hand to adjust his glasses and spoke seriously, "I don't seem to be any different from the slave owner. I even think that the brand is a little imperfect. It should be a tooth mark, bitten deep enough to see the bone, and after healing, it will leave a tooth mark that cannot be forged or replaced. I even want to take a bite on each of my friends to declare my sovereignty."

If you think about it, the way he sometimes bites books or phones seems to be no different from this behavior.

It's just that years of education have taught him that this is disrespectful to friends.

Cheng Che patted his butt and stood up, "It's decided, I will give Pinocchio a slave mark first, but I won't raise him."

Latio: ...

He had always felt that Cheng Che was looking at this matter from a slave's perspective. Now... why did it feel like Cheng Che always placed his possessiveness in strange places?

Latio sat on the steps and looked up at Cheng Che, wondering, "Not raising him?"

"Well, the Pinocchio doesn't shine or sparkle at all, and we crows don't want such a thing." Cheng Che said calmly with a blank expression, "It's messy, and everyone has it, so I don't want it."

As he said that, Cheng Che turned around and waved at the Fireworks Gold Dust, "Let's go and have some fun. The little garbage I throw away must also have my teeth marks on it."

Hanabi's eyes lit up and she was about to jump up and down but suddenly remembered that she still had a disguise.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly took a running start and jumped onto Cheng Che's back, "Carry me on your back! I'm a weak and crazy little peacock now!"

Cheng Che: ...

Fortunately, both Hanabi and Kinzai are smaller than him. If it were Sambo or Latio, he would be a crow falling to the ground in disgrace.

Cheng Che walked forward slowly and silently, carrying Hua Huo on his back, trying to find a good place to do something and also find a place to stay for a while.

"Oh, right."

Shajin's voice sounded again, with a hint of laughter, "I will modify the memory and synchronize it with you. You continue to modify it a second time. Then, my friend, you should be able to see a little kid with golden hair and tattered clothes, um..."

At this point, Shajin paused and whispered, "Do me a favor, be nice to him, tell him... I'm sorry I didn't recognize him."

Cheng Che's eyes were confused for a moment, and he asked doubtfully: "Blond hair? Ragged kid? When you were a kid?"

Gold Dust: ...

How did you guess this?

He himself didn't recognize it, but Cheng Che recognized it without even seeing it?

"How do you know?" Sha Jin frowned and asked in disbelief.